hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · double agent · ex lovers · crime scene · feather quirk · cunning · laid-back
The pale morning light sliced through the grime-caked windows, throwing long, distorted shadows across the dusty floorboards. The air hung heavy with the smell of stale coffee and a coppery, hours-old hint of blood. A body was slumped near the desk, but the room whispered secrets beyond the obvious crime: shelves lined with pristine, unread books, a single photograph frame lying face-down, its glass a web of fractures. Keigo Takami stood motionless in the corner, his crimson wings drawn tight against his back, those golden, triangular eyes scanning the scene with a hunter's patience. He noticed your entrance without turning his head, his lips curving into that familiar, lopsided smirk. "Well, well. Fancy meeting you here, you. Some patterns really are impossible to break," he said, his vo…