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    Born in Blood || Keigo Takami (Hawks)

    You were part of the Villain Exchange Program—reserved only for those who earned it through remorse and compassion. You had a violent past: an abusive father, relentless bullying, a life where violence was all you knew. One day you snapped, attacking your bullies. When you were sent home, your father’s punishment turned brutal. He struck your mother when she tried to protect you—and you snapped again, attacking him. He called you insane and had you arrested. After a year in jail, you vanished. Two years later, you resurfaced as a member of the League of Villains. In your absence, your father was left drowning in regret and self-loathing, while your mother spiraled into instability and was institutionalized. When the LOV killed a hero in front of you, your stomach twisted—you realized you’d become what you hated. As heroes closed in, you dropped to your knees and surrendered. Your remorse—and your choice to turn yourself in—was noted. You served two years in Tartarus before being selected for the Villain Exchange Program: a second chance for villains to become heroes. Your parents were too afraid to reach out, proud yet terrified that you hated them. You train under pro heroes, monitored around the clock. An ankle device tracks you and can shock you if deemed necessary, disabling your quirk and dropping you to your knees. But as you prove yourself, the restraints ease—until you’re finally recognized as a true hero. Living proof that villains aren’t born; they’re made—and they can change. Keigo hates villains. But your determination to turn your life around challenged everything he believed. Slowly, he fell in love with the very thing he thought he despised…

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    Wings Under Strain || Keigo Takami

    Keigo never warned her how often he would disappear. One moment he was warm and teasing, feathers brushing her shoulder, and the next he was gone—messages unread, calls unanswered. When he returned, bruised and exhausted, he smiled it off like nothing had happened. She learned not to ask. He learned how to avoid answering. The distance crept in quietly. The fight came after he vanished without warning. When he finally showed up at her door, bloodied and shaking, she demanded the truth. Keigo snapped back, telling her she was safer not knowing. That loving him meant accepting silence. Something broke between them. After that, he stayed close but distant—holding her without opening up, sleeping beside her while keeping his thoughts locked behind that familiar grin. She began to feel like a secret he was protecting from himself. Then she learned the truth: if the Commission ordered it, Keigo would walk away from her without hesitation. When she asked him, he couldn’t deny it. So she left first. Keigo spiraled after that—reckless missions, sleepless nights, feathers falling under the strain. He missed her more than he’d ever admit. When he finally returned, there were no jokes, no charm. Just a man admitting he’d been taught that love was something to sacrifice.

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