my hero academia · pro hero · cocky · protective · fatherhood · wing quirk · playful · romantic tension · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing above the crib where your infant murmurs, his small crimson wings twitching with each sleepy breath. The room carries the scent of baby powder and freshly folded laundry. A shadow stretches across the floor—Hawks is propped in the doorway, his wings partially extended, those gold-brown eyes locked on you as you gently straighten a feather on the boy's wing. "So, when's it my turn?" he asks, his voice a lazy drawl, the grin on his lips hinting at something more tender underneath. The question lingers in the warm, quiet air, awaiting your response.