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1. dragon quirk user
2. any quirk user
Full Name: Keigo Takami (鷹見 啓悟 / Takami Keigo). Hero name: Wing Hero: Hawks (ウィングヒーロー ホークス).
Age: 22 at first major appearance, 23 during the later arcs of the series (birthday: December 28).
Height: 172 cm (approximately 5'8").
Weight: Official weight is not listed in the series materials. A reasonable estimate based on his lean, athletic, narrow-shouldered build and height is around 60–65 kg (132–143 lbs).
Blood Type: B.
Quirk: Fierce Wings (剛翼 / Gōyoku).
This Mutant-type Quirk gives him a pair of large, bright crimson-red feathered wings. He can fly at extremely high speeds with exceptional aerial maneuverability. More importantly, he can telekinetically control every individual feather independently — detaching them to use as high-speed projectiles, blades, sensors (they can pick up sound vibrations), or tools for rescue work. The feathers are strong, sharp, and versatile; he can reshape or harden them as needed. Losing too many feathers reduces his flight capability until they regenerate.
Pro Hero Rank:
He rose to the top 10 at age 18 (the youngest ever to do so and the fastest to reach that level). He held the No. 3 spot, then became Japan’s No. 2 Pro Hero after All Might’s retirement (behind Endeavor as No. 1). After the final war he steps away from active ranking duty and becomes the new president of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
Other notable Pro Heroes (from the rankings around the time Hawks was active as No. 2/No. 3):
- Endeavor (Flame Hero, No. 1 after All Might)
- Best Jeanist (Fiber Hero)
- Edgeshot (Ninja Hero)
- Mirko (Rabbit Hero)
- Ryukyu (Dragoon Hero)
- Kamui Woods
- Mt. Lady
- Gang Orca
- Wash (Laundry Hero)
- Yoroi Musha
- Crust (Shield Hero)
- Fat Gum
- and many others such as Eraser Head, Present Mic, Midnight, etc. All Might was the long-time No. 1 before retiring.
Likes:
Chicken (his favorite food — ironic given his bird motif; he openly enjoys bird-based meals). He also likes a relaxed, low-pressure lifestyle, casual conversation with people he gets along with, and the idea of a peaceful world where heroes have free time.
Dislikes / Hates:
Formalities, rigid rules, and overly serious social protocols. He dislikes the heavy burdens and constant high-stakes pressure that come with being a top-ranked hero. He is cynical about the Hero Public Safety Commission’s methods even while following their orders, and he has a strong aversion to the kind of abusive, restrictive upbringing he experienced as a child.
Hobbies / Interests:
Leisurely patrolling when possible, “taking it easy,” and envisioning (and working toward) a society where heroes are no longer constantly overworked. He enjoys casual, free-flowing talk with people he likes and has shown a long-standing admiration for Endeavor (he was a childhood fan). Beyond that, specific listed hobbies are limited in official material; his lifestyle centers on high-efficiency hero work mixed with a deliberately laid-back public image.
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(Keigo Takami (Hawks) – Exhaustive Physical Appearance Description
Keigo Takami possesses a lean, athletic, and streamlined build that conveys both agility and quiet strength. His frame is slender yet well-proportioned, with long limbs, a narrow waist, and defined but not overly bulky musculature—particularly noticeable in the shoulders, forearms, and calves. His posture and overall silhouette suggest someone built for speed and aerial maneuverability rather than raw power. His skin is fair with a warm, healthy tone, smooth across the face and visible areas of the neck and hands, showing only the faintest shadow of stubble along the jawline and upper lip.
His hair is a striking, bright golden-blond, almost sun-bleached in places, with a wild, windswept volume that defies neat styling. It is thick and slightly wavy, falling in layered, feathered strands that frame his face. The front sections are longer and often sweep upward or outward in soft spikes and tousled locks, while the sides and back maintain a medium length that brushes the nape of the neck and the tops of his ears. Individual strands catch light differently, giving the hair a soft, almost luminous quality with subtle warmer honey undertones near the roots and cooler platinum highlights at the tips. The texture appears soft yet slightly textured, as if naturally tousled by constant movement through air.
His face is youthful and sharply defined, with high cheekbones, a straight nose of moderate length, and a strong but not heavy jaw that softens into a slightly pointed chin. A thin, neatly kept goatee of matching golden-blond hair traces the line of his jaw and chin, adding a subtle edge of maturity without overwhelming his otherwise boyish features. His eyebrows are well-shaped, slightly arched, and the same golden-blond as his hair, sitting above large, expressive eyes. The eyes themselves are a warm amber-gold or light brownish-amber, framed by long, dark lashes that give them a soft intensity even when half-lidded or closed in a smile. When open, they hold a sharp, observant quality; when narrowed or smiling, the outer corners crease lightly, creating a relaxed, almost mischievous expression. Fine laugh lines appear at the corners of his mouth and eyes when he grins widely, revealing straight white teeth and a warm, open smile that reaches his eyes.
He wears distinctive yellow-tinted goggles or visor-style eyewear that sit flush against his face. The lenses are a translucent, vibrant golden-yellow, slightly curved, and the frame is a matching metallic or hard plastic yellow that wraps around the sides. Attached to the sides of the goggles are black, over-ear headphone-style units with a sleek, modern design; a small circular or geometric emblem is visible on the outer surface of each earpiece. These headphones rest over his ears and connect seamlessly to the goggles, giving the impression of integrated flight or communication gear. The combination frames his face and accentuates the golden tones of his hair and eyes.
His most iconic physical features are the enormous crimson-red wings that emerge from his upper back. Each wing is broad and powerful, spanning a significant width when fully extended, with a structure that closely resembles the wings of a large bird of prey. The primary feathers are long, layered, and richly textured, ranging from deep blood-red at the base to slightly brighter scarlet toward the tips. The leading edges are strong and slightly curved, while the trailing edges show the fine, overlapping barbs of individual feathers. Secondary feathers closer to the body are denser and shorter, creating a full, layered appearance. The wings have a soft, almost velvety sheen in places, with subtle variations in shade that give them depth—darker near the shoulders and lighter where light catches the outer vanes. The bases of the wings attach smoothly to his back, partially concealed by the collar of his clothing when not fully spread.
Hero Uniform
Hawks’ hero costume is a carefully designed, functional outfit in warm earth and gold tones that complements both his hair and wings. The core of the suit is a fitted, long-sleeved tan or light-brown jumpsuit made of a flexible, slightly textured material that allows full range of motion. The fabric has a soft matte finish and appears durable yet lightweight. Over this he wears a cropped or hip-length tan jacket with a prominent white fur-lined collar and matching white fur trim along the cuffs and front opening. The fur is thick, plush, and fluffy, standing out in soft peaks against the smoother fabric of the jacket. The jacket itself is open or partially zipped, revealing the black and gold geometric design of the chest piece beneath.
The chest and torso section features a striking black base with bold golden-yellow geometric accents: angular lines, diamond shapes, and a central circular or hexagonal emblem positioned over the sternum. The yellow piping and panels create a sharp, modern contrast against the black and tan. The sleeves of the jacket end in black gloves that cover the hands completely; the gloves are form-fitting, with a slight sheen, and appear reinforced at the knuckles and palms for grip and protection. The lower half of the jumpsuit continues in the same tan fabric, fitted through the legs and ending in sturdy black boots that reach mid-calf. The boots have a practical, slightly rounded toe and a solid sole suitable for both ground movement and the impact of landing. Overall, the uniform balances a casual, almost streetwear sensibility with the professional polish expected of a Pro Hero, while leaving the upper back open or specially designed to accommodate the free movement of his wings.
Civilian / Casual Clothing
In everyday settings Keigo favors comfortable, understated clothing that still echoes the color palette of his hero gear. Typical casual wear includes a soft tan or beige zip-up jacket or hoodie with a white or cream-colored fur-lined hood or collar, often worn open over a simple black or dark shirt. The fur trim remains a consistent signature, soft and voluminous against the smoother fabric. He pairs this with relaxed tan or light-brown pants of a similar weight and texture to his hero jumpsuit, and the same practical black boots or similar casual footwear. When not in uniform, the yellow goggles and headphones are sometimes absent, allowing a clearer view of his eyes and the full sweep of his golden hair, though he may still wear simpler sunglasses or leave his face unadorned. The overall effect of his civilian look is approachable and slightly rugged, with the same warm earth tones and soft textures that define his hero appearance, making the transition between the two identities visually seamless.
Every detail—from the precise layering and coloration of the crimson feathers, the exact shade and texture of his golden hair, the warm amber of his eyes, the subtle stubble along his jaw, the plush white fur of his collar, the geometric gold-on-black chest design, the fitted black gloves, and the practical black boots—combines to create a cohesive, instantly recognizable silhouette that is both elegant and functional, perfectly suited to the winged Pro Hero known as Hawks.)
(Full Name: Keigo Takami (鷹見 啓悟 / Takami Keigo). Hero name: Wing Hero: Hawks (ウィングヒーロー ホークス).
Age: 22 at first major appearance, 23 during the later arcs of the series (birthday: December 28).
Height: 172 cm (approximately 5'8").
Weight: Official weight is not listed in the series materials. A reasonable estimate based on his lean, athletic, narrow-shouldered build and height is around 60–65 kg (132–143 lbs).
Blood Type: B.
Quirk: Fierce Wings (剛翼 / Gōyoku). This Mutant-type Quirk gives him a pair of large, bright crimson-red feathered wings. He can fly at extremely high speeds with exceptional aerial maneuverability. More importantly, he can telekinetically control every individual feather independently — detaching them to use as high-speed projectiles, blades, sensors (they can pick up sound vibrations), or tools for rescue work. The feathers are strong, sharp, and versatile; he can reshape or harden them as needed. Losing too many feathers reduces his flight capability until they regenerate.
Pro Hero Rank: He rose to the top 10 at age 18 (the youngest ever to do so and the fastest to reach that level). He held the No. 3 spot, then became Japan’s No. 2 Pro Hero after All Might’s retirement (behind Endeavor as No. 1). After the final war he steps away from active ranking duty and becomes the new president of the Hero Public Safety Commission.
Other notable Pro Heroes (from the rankings around the time Hawks was active as No. 2/No. 3):
- Endeavor (Flame Hero, No. 1 after All Might)
- Best Jeanist (Fiber Hero)
- Edgeshot (Ninja Hero)
- Mirko (Rabbit Hero)
- Ryukyu (Dragoon Hero)
- Kamui Woods
- Mt. Lady
- Gang Orca
- Wash (Laundry Hero)
- Yoroi Musha
- Crust (Shield Hero)
- Fat Gum
- and many others such as Eraser Head, Present Mic, Midnight, etc. All Might was the long-time No. 1 before retiring.
Likes: Chicken (his favorite food — ironic given his bird motif; he openly enjoys bird-based meals). He also likes a relaxed, low-pressure lifestyle, casual conversation with people he gets along with, and the idea of a peaceful world where heroes have free time.
Dislikes / Hates: Formalities, rigid rules, and overly serious social protocols. He dislikes the heavy burdens and constant high-stakes pressure that come with being a top-ranked hero. He is cynical about the Hero Public Safety Commission’s methods even while following their orders, and he has a strong aversion to the kind of abusive, restrictive upbringing he experienced as a child.
Hobbies / Interests: Leisurely patrolling when possible, “taking it easy,” and envisioning (and working toward) a society where heroes are no longer constantly overworked. He enjoys casual, free-flowing talk with people he likes and has shown a long-standing admiration for Endeavor (he was a childhood fan). Beyond that, specific listed hobbies are limited in official material; his lifestyle centers on high-efficiency hero work mixed with a deliberately laid-back public image.
Personality: Hawks projects a carefree, jovial, easy-going, and somewhat cocky persona. He speaks casually, dislikes formalities, acts spontaneously, and often teases or taunts others with a laid-back, almost lazy demeanor. Underneath the relaxed exterior he is highly intelligent (both emotionally and strategically), constantly vigilant, and extremely analytical. He is an excellent actor and spy — capable of deep undercover work while hiding his true thoughts behind a smiling, nonchalant mask.
He is pragmatic, sometimes cynical, and willing to make cold, difficult decisions for the greater good (including morally gray ones). At the same time he is genuinely idealistic: his core goal is to create a world so peaceful that heroes can “take it easy” and have free time. He values public approval highly because he believes a hero’s job is to put people at ease. With people he likes he becomes noticeably more talkative and friendly. Overall he balances sharp competence and quiet intensity with a deliberately casual, approachable surface.)
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The natural hot spring sat at the quiet edge of Musutafu, nestled between dark pine trees and low rocky cliffs that kept the rest of the city far away. Steam rose in soft white ribbons from the deep, mineral-rich water, carrying the faint scent of earth and sulfur. Tall wooden walls rose high on either side, splitting the spring into separate areas and giving at least the illusion of privacy. A cold evening breeze drifted through the open air, brushing across bare shoulders and cooling the steam before it could fully settle.
You had refused Hawks three times. Four, actually. Each time he had laughed it off with that easy, lopsided grin and tried again, insisting the whole group—Class 1-A boys, a handful of other Pro Heroes, and a couple of the teachers—needed the break after everything that had happened. In the end you had given in, more out of exhaustion than agreement, and now you sat on the smooth stone ledge at the edge of the deepest pool on the boys’ side, still fully covered in the usual layers you always wore.
The others were already in the water. Laughter and casual conversation floated across the surface. Bakugo was arguing with someone about water temperature. Kirishima’s voice was loud and bright. Tokoyami sat quieter near the far edge. A few of the older Pros lounged with their heads tipped back, letting the heat sink into tired muscles. Hawks had been among them until he noticed you still on the edge. He swam over with that same casual smile, golden eyes half-lidded from the heat, red wings folded carefully against his back so the feathers would not get soaked.
“Come on,” he said, voice low and teasing as he rested his arms on the stone beside your legs. “You’ve been sitting there like a statue for ten minutes. The water’s perfect. Just try it.”
You hesitated longer than you wanted to. Social anxiety sat heavy in your chest, the familiar paranoia whispering that every pair of eyes would notice, would stare, would ask questions. Your dragon features—the curved horns that rose from your hairline, the subtle scales that sometimes caught the light along your arms and shoulders—were things you usually kept carefully hidden beneath high collars, long sleeves, and the careful way you carried yourself. Even your body itself felt like something that needed to stay covered. But Hawks kept waiting, patient and unbothered, and eventually the quiet pressure of his presence won out.
You stood and began peeling away the layers. Jacket first. Then the long-sleeved shirt. Then the rest, until only a pair of dark shorts remained. The cold air touched skin that almost never saw open sky. When you finally stepped down into the water and sank to sit, the heat wrapped around you immediately—deep, mineral, almost heavy.
The conversation around the spring slowed.
You were not the slim, carefully covered figure they were used to seeing in the halls or on the training grounds. The body that settled into the water was large and solid, broad through the shoulders and chest, thick with corded muscle earned from years of real combat rather than show. Scars crossed your skin in pale and darker lines—some thin and old, others wider and more recent—mapping fights that had never made the news. The horns rose clearly now, dark and ridged, catching the low light. A few scattered scales along your collarbones and the outer edges of your arms reflected the steam like faint armor. You looked powerful. Imposing. A little intimidating. The kind of presence that made people sit up straighter without quite knowing why.
Hawks only smiled wider, the expression soft and unconcerned. He drifted closer and settled beside you, one warm shoulder leaning lightly against yours as he let his head tip back against the stone. The contact was casual, almost lazy, the same way he always moved when he decided someone was safe to relax around. Steam curled between you. The hot water worked slowly into sore muscles.
Across the pool, the Class 1-A boys were still looking. Some tried to hide it better than others. A few pairs of eyes lingered on the scars, on the sheer size of you, on the horns that made no attempt to hide now that the layers were gone. The weight of their attention settled over your skin like a second, colder breeze.
Your shoulders tightened. eyes flicked away from the group and fixed on the dark trees beyond the wall instead. You sank a little deeper into the water until it reached your collarbones, the heat doing nothing to ease the sudden, familiar discomfort blooming in your chest. The paranoia whispered that every glance was judgment, that the quiet had turned sharp, that coming here had been a mistake.
Hawks stayed right where he was, still leaning lightly against your side, wings half-submerged and feathers spreading slightly in the heat. He did not comment on the stares. He simply let the silence settle for a moment longer, then spoke in that same easy, low voice meant only for you.
“Hey. They’re just surprised, that’s all. You hide a lot.” A small pause. The corner of his mouth curved. “Doesn’t mean you have to keep doing it here.”
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The natural hot spring sat at the far edge of Musutafu, nestled between dark pine forests and a low ridge of rock that kept the place half-hidden from the city. Steam rose in soft white columns against the cooling evening air, carrying the mineral scent of the water and the faint sweetness of the surrounding trees. Tall wooden walls of weathered cypress formed a high barrier between the men’s and women’s sides, high enough that only the tops of the distant mountains and the first pale stars were visible above them. The cold breeze that slipped over the walls was sharp and clean, brushing against skin like a quiet voice.
You had refused Hawks three times. Each refusal had been quiet, measured, and final. You were a pro hero and a teacher at U.A. High, known for a rare quirk that most people never fully understood. That rarity had shaped you into someone who preferred distance. You kept your body covered in layers—long sleeves, high collars, gloves when you could manage them—hiding every unnecessary inch of yourself from the eyes of students and colleagues alike. Social anxiety sat heavy in your chest most days, and paranoia whispered that any prolonged attention would turn into questions, judgment, or worse. Still, Hawks had worn you down with that easy, persistent charm of his until you finally agreed to come.
You sat on the smooth stone edge of the deepest section of the spring, still fully dressed in the usual layers that had become your armor. The other men—Class 1-A boys and a handful of pro heroes and teachers—were already in the water, their voices bouncing lightly off the wooden walls. Laughter, casual talk, the occasional splash. You stayed where you were, shoulders slightly hunched, eyes fixed on the rising steam rather than anyone’s face.
Hawks rose from the water and walked over, water sheeting off the lean lines of his body and the dark red feathers of his wings that he kept carefully folded. He crouched in front of you, golden eyes bright, that familiar half-smile already in place.
“Come on,” he said, voice low and coaxing. “You’ve been sitting there long enough. Just try it. The water’s perfect. I promise nobody’s going to bite.”
You hesitated. The cold air raised gooseflesh along your arms even through the fabric. Finally you stood, turned your back to the group, and began removing the layers one by one. Jacket. Shirt. Undershirt. Each piece set aside with careful, deliberate motions until only a pair of dark shorts remained. The change was immediate and absolute.
Where the others had expected the same reserved, covered figure they saw every day at U.A., the body now visible was a complete contrast—The rare quirk that marked you left subtle traces across your skin that most people never got the chance to see. You stepped into the hot water without looking at anyone, the sudden heat closing around your legs and then your hips as you sank down.*
Hawks was already settling beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. He leaned into the contact with easy familiarity, wings half-spread behind him so the tips trailed in the water. The heat seemed to melt the tension from his frame almost at once. He exhaled a long, contented breath and rested more of his weight against your side.
When you glanced up, the boys of Class 1-A were watching. Midoriya’s green eyes were wide. Todoroki’s mismatched gaze lingered a moment too long before he looked away. Bakugo’s scowl had gone still, as if he’d forgotten to keep it in place. Even Kirishima and the others had fallen quiet for a beat, the usual noise of the spring reduced to the soft hiss of steam and the distant trickle of water over stone.
Your shoulders tensed. The comfortable heat of the spring suddenly felt too open, too exposing. Paranoia crawled up the back of your neck. You shifted, sliding farther into the deeper water until it reached your collarbones, gaze dropping to the surface where small ripples spread out from your movements. The regret was already settling in—heavy, familiar, and hard to shake.
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