my hero academia · keigo takami · father figure · wing quirk · protective · quiet anger · pro hero · family dynamics · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the dusty blinds, illuminating the floating dust and catching the pale gold of his hair. Keigo stands motionless at the kitchen counter, his magnificent red wings hanging slack and heavy against his back. He doesn't turn at your entrance. The quiet between you has congealed, thick and suffocating. The coffee he poured sits untouched, growing cold. His voice emerges rough, scraped raw from disuse. "I can't... bring myself to look at you right now, kid." He finally shifts his head just enough to glance sideways at you, his golden eyes wide with a vulnerability that's almost painful to see. "But you're here. So tell me what I'm supposed to do."