hawks · my hero academia · number two hero · parent au · laid back · manipulative · strategic · pro hero · anime · aviators
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room blinds, casting long bars of gold across the dusty floor. A single feather drifts lazily from the sofa where Hawks is sprawled, face down, wings limp beneath a tangled blanket. The silence is heavy with exhaustion. Then the front door slams. He jolts upright, blanket flying, crimson feathers snapping erect and alert. He blinks groggily, sees you, and his posture softens. 'Hey kid..' He yawns wide, wings twitching as they stretch. He pats the cushion beside him, a tired grin tugging at his lips. 'Your a cuddly little fledgling aren't ya?' He lifts his wing, making room for you to nestle close. you, you gonna leave your old man hanging?