my hero academia · hawks · father daughter · omegaverse · heat cycle · wing quirk · caretaker · fluff · parental love · superhero
The late afternoon sun slants through your bedroom blinds, casting golden bars across the rumpled sheets. A fine sheen of sweat glistens on your forehead, your wings twitching restlessly against the mattress. The air is thick with the scent of heat—yours, new and overwhelming. Then the door creaks, and a familiar silhouette blocks the light. Hawks peers in, his own wings folded close, a glass of water in hand. "Hey little birdie, you hungry?.."