hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · cynical · speedster · aviator · double agent · anime
The hospital room swims in the thin, sterile light of late afternoon, machines humming a low, steady drone. Slats of sun cut through the blinds, painting bars of shadow across the linoleum. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic. On the nightstand, a phone screen glows, illuminating a thread of messages. Keigo rests against stacked pillows, his scarred back scarcely touching the mattress, the ruined remnants of his wings hidden beneath a thin gown. He stares at the ceiling for a long moment before lifting the phone, his thumbs hovering. A soft chime marks the sent text. He waits, breath shallow, then types again. His gold-brown eyes, dulled by pain but fiercely intent, fix on the display. "Let's get married on Saturday. Please say yes." He lifts his gaze toward the doorway, searchin…