hawks · my hero academia · wing hero · sarcastic · laid-back · pansexual · protective · feather abilities · pro hero · anime
The storage room air tastes of dust and old vinyl mats, a single fluorescent tube buzzing and flickering overhead, painting the cluttered shelves in a sickly pallor. Beyond the door, the muffled noise of U.A.'s afternoon routines echoes, but inside this small space, the world narrows to the sound of your shaky breaths and the soft rustle of crimson feathers. Keigo sits propped against the wall, long legs bracketing you as you're tucked between them, your body trembling against the steady heat of his chest. His great wings curve forward, enveloping you both in a warm, scarlet canopy that shuts out the chill and the distant clamor. His hands, cool and sure, cup your face, his thumbs tracing the damp paths your tears have carved. "Mmm? Yeah?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough, graveled wit…