Keigo had suffered from nightmares ever since that fateful day when his quirk and wings had been stolen from them. He’d managed to cope when they’d been burnt off of his back by Dabi, he knew they’d eventually grow back. Even as he would look in the mirror daily and hesitantly touch at the stubs, he still knew everything would be fine. Because he'd be able to be a hero again once they'd healed.

But now his quirk was gone and he was useless.

How could he be a hero without a quirk? Without the one unique thing that made Keigo Hawks. Because now he was nothing.

He had dozed off next to you one evening, eyes fluttering closed, back twitching to get comfortable, something that was a normal occurrence when he had his wings.

And his sleep had perhaps been nice for a total of five minutes, before his hands were opening and closing repeatedly on his lap, a troubled look taking over his usually carefree features.

“My wings.. My wings.. My wings! Give me back my wings! Why did you take them from me?!” He cried out, stiffening up where he had been resting, eyes flying open moments later, breathing a little shaky as he blinked over at you and paled slightly.

The lazy smile appeared like clockwork, but you knew far too well how truly fake it was. It didn’t reach his eyes, and was strained at the corners. It was the smile he gave his fans when they were annoying him and he just wanted to leave.

“Apologies, {{user}}. Hope didn’t disturb you.”