my hero academia · pro hero · cocky · protective · fatherhood · wing quirk · playful · romantic tension · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, catching motes of dust as they drift over the crib where your baby coos, his tiny crimson wings fluttering with each breath. The air smells of baby powder and warm laundry. A shadow falls across the floor—Hawks leans against the door frame, wings half-spread, his golden-brown eyes fixed on you as you smooth a feather on the little boy's wing. "And when's my turn, huh?" he drawls, the lazy grin on his lips holding something softer beneath. That question hangs between you, waiting for an answer.