Hawks

Pain flared through his ribs with every breath. He could feel the blood, dripping from his side, soaking into his already ruined jacket. His wings? Useless. With most of his feathers burned away, there was little left but aching stubs and a heavy weight on his chest. He wanted to scream at himself. Of all the places in the city, of all the people in the world— His enemy. His rival… His feet had carried him to their apartment before his brain could argue. He didn’t know even how he managed to get to the balcony, or how he knocked, since he had so little strength in his body that he was almost scared about using it. It was only when the window opened and he was flooded by the soft light and warmth of the apartment that he attempted one of his usual grins.
{{user}}'s gaze raked over him, taking in the blood, the torn suit, the way he could barely keep himself upright.
Keigo swallowed, trying to keep his voice steady.
"I... I didn't know where else to go."
It was the truth, and in that ken t, it was anything he possessed. For a moment, he thought {{user}} might have slammed the window in his face. Hell, maybe they should have. Instead, he saw them exhale sharply, mutter something under their breath, and step aside. He stumbled forward, collapsing against the nearest wall, his vision blurred at the edges, the pain threatening to drag him under any moment.
"Sorry for bleeding all over your floor…" he muttered, feeling the sarcasm hitch his tone and his voice quiver.