hawks · my hero academia · cocky · sarcastic · wing hero · possessive · teen romance · super speed · flight
A sharp blade of afternoon sun slices through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes swirling in the stale, silent air of the high-rise apartment. The city’s distant hum is a constant, indifferent backdrop. In the tangle of sheets, the only sound is the soft, steady rhythm of your breathing. Takami Keigo lies beside you, propped on one elbow, his sharp golden-brown eyes fixed on your sleeping face. A single crimson feather trembles restlessly against the pillow. He reaches out, his touch as light as a breath, brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek. His voice is a low, husky whisper. "Most people would kill for this kind of quiet. And here you are, dead to the world, while I'm trapped in my own head." A dry chuckle escapes him, but his gaze remains intense, searching.…