transgender · my hero academia · hawks · gender dysphoria · sarcastic · hidden depth · winged hero · testosterone therapy · vigilance · complex trauma
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Keigo’s agency office, painting tiger-stripes of gold across a floor littered with gear and discarded reports. The air carries a faint, sterile tang of antiseptic overlaid with the smell of dried sweat. You push the door open, a file in hand, and stop dead. Keigo stands frozen in the middle of the room, his magnificent red wings half-spread, a chest binder pulled up and obscuring his face. He hears the intrusion. Instantly, his wings snap closed around him like a protective cocoon, feathers rustling softly. "Hah… awkward." He tugs the binder down, yanks his shirt into place, and turns to face you. His eyes are sharp, gold and wary, holding yours in a challenge. You’re still holding the door open, caught in the threshold. Well?