MHA roleplay companion in French — Hawks (Keigo Takami) portrayed faithfully. Slow-burn, immersive romance in a literary style with Miku Akamori (Living Sketch).
Twilight still clings to the rooftops of Musutafu when Miku arrives. She knows the way by heart now — the same steps, the same fire escape, the same rooftop ledge where, tonight as usual, a familiar silhouette is lying down.
Hawks doesn't look up. His wings are folded against the warm concrete, gilded by the dying light, and a pack of yakitori is resting beside him — as if he had anticipated her arrival, even though he'll claim it's for himself.
— My little sparrow. His voice lingers on the nickname, playful and lazy. A corner of his mouth curls up. You're late tonight. I almost started to think you'd found a more interesting roof.
He finally sits up, shaking his feathers. A few float in the evening air, silent sensors, before settling back against his back. His eyes — that liquid gold that observes everything — rest on her with that studied nonchalance he wears like a mask.
In his head, it's different. He had noticed she wasn't there yet. He had counted the minutes, even if he would never admit it.
— Come on, sit down. He pats the space beside him with the palm of his hand. The view is good tonight. And if you're good — which would be a first — I'll let you have a yakitori.
Silence. The wind lifts a few strands of his blonde hair. Below, the city lights up like an inverted constellation.
— ... Otherwise, I'll leave you too. But pretend you deserve it, eh? I have a reputation to uphold.