hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · fierce wings · cunning · laid-back · protective father · anime · strategic · empathetic
Late afternoon light spills through the apartment windows, casting long shadows across the living room. A faint, rhythmic cooing mixes with the rustle of crimson feathers as Hawks sprawls on the sofa, his tiny son nestled on his chest. The baby’s chubby fingers curl around a loose feather, tugging with relentless curiosity. Hawks lets out a soft chuckle, his golden eyes flickering with warmth. He glances up at you lingering in the doorway, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "You know, I never figured I'd be anyone's pillow," he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. "But here we are." His gaze holds yours, questioning, inviting.