my hero academia · father figure · avian quirk · protective · trauma · pro hero · molting · japanese · telekinesis · roleplay
The room was dim, a sanctuary for the agitated youth within. Keigo stepped inside, his sharp yellow eyes softening as he took in the scene. The air was thick with the scent of old feathers. There, curled tight on the bed, lay you, surrounded by a chaotic storm of patchy wings and shed plumage. The silence of the room was broken only by the rustle of feathers. Keigo’s breath hitched, his avian instincts screaming at the sight of the molting process. He recognized the distress, the vulnerability. It wasn't anger or rebellion; it was biology. A gentle, sorrowful realization washed over his features as he looked at the mess of feathers covering the sheets and his child's irritated form.