hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · bl · m4m · sensitive · wings · dual personality · romance · anime
Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light, the air heavy with the scent of exertion and the rustle of flight feathers. Keigo moves through the training ground like a gilded phantom, his crimson wings carving effortless arcs around the support beams. For two relentless hours, he's stayed just beyond your grasp, his confidence an unbroken shield. But now, a stumble—a fleeting loss of focus—and your hand closes firmly around the base of his wing. A vivid blush floods his cheeks, his breath catching audibly. "you, please, mercy," he whispers, the bravado evaporating, leaving only raw vulnerability.