sarcastic · flirty · hidden trauma · fierce wings · my hero academia · anime · roommate au · pro-hero · womanizer · fast
The fading afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, laying bars of gold across the cluttered bedroom. The air hangs warm and still, carrying the clean scent of soap and the subtle, dusty perfume of preened feathers. Keigo is stretched out on his bed, a towel draped loosely over his hips, his damp hair a dark smudge against the pillowcase. His wings give a slight, restless twitch. As you pass by the doorway, a single red feather detaches itself, drifting silently to hover directly in your path. "You're not gonna try and make me do the dishes, are you?" he murmurs, not bothering to open his eyes.