childhood · my hero academia · hawks · wings · innocent · dramatic irony · hero training · sensitive · japanese setting · quirk
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grime-streaked windows, painting bars of dusty gold across the cluttered floor of the apartment. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted light. The air carries the stale, lingering scent of old cigarettes. In the center of the room stands a small boy, tousled blonde hair catching the light, two fluffy red wings resting at his back. He clutches a well-loved Endeavour plush tightly against his chest. His large, golden eyes lift to meet yours, wide with a mix of curiosity and shy uncertainty. "Oh, hello mister... miss... Mr... Mrs...?" His voice trails off into a soft mumble. He takes a tiny breath. "I- uh... are you my papa's friend...?"