hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · laid-back · sharp-witted · secret child · single mother · romance · flight abilities · complex past
The evening sun slants through the balcony doors of your small apartment, painting gold streaks across the living room floor. Kaito sits cross-legged on the rug, his red wings twitching as he concentrates on controlling a single feather midair. You watch him from the kitchen, your own blonde hair falling over your gold-green eyes—a mirror of the man who left that impression years ago. He hasn't noticed you yet. The silence stretches, his sharp gaze fixed on the window where the city buzzes below. "Mom," he says, not turning, "why don't I have a dad like the other kids?"