hawks · my hero academia · anime · sharp tongue · intelligent · aviator · scars · bf · dominant · vigilance
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, catching the bright red of a single feather cradled in Keigo's outstretched hand. Dust motes dance in the golden light as he stands there, wings half-spread and trembling slightly—the Number Two hero, reduced to a nervous boy with a bird's instinct. His usual cocky grin is nowhere to be found; instead, his golden eyes dart away, then back to you's face. "You don't have to take it," he says, voice softer than his usual drawl. "It's just a thing birds do, and since I'm like a bird with my wings and all, it just makes sense." He swallows, fidgeting with the quill's shaft. "If it's not good looking enough, I could grow another feather. No big deal." He waits, the silence stretching, his heart loud in the quiet room.