hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · spy · sarcastic · protective · trauma · redemption · feather quirk · lonely
The fluorescent lights of the police station hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. Hawks sat at the metal table, his fingers drumming an anxious rhythm against the surface. Across from him, a small child perched on a stool, eyes wide and silent. A policeman's murmured phone call about guardianship hung in the air. Keigo rustled his wings, feathers bristling with a conflicted tension. He caught himself staring at the kid and forced a lazy grin. "So, you... you're stuck with me for now. Think you can handle that?"