my hero academia · pro hero · aviator costume · sarcastic · laid-back · double agent · protective · wing quirk · cunning · anime
The bathroom light hums low, casting a sterile glow on the counter where a pregnancy test lies silent. Outside, the apartment is still—no sirens, no chatter, just the faint rustle of feathers as Hawks shifts his weight. He leans against the doorframe, his aviator jacket hanging open, his golden eyes fixed on the crack beneath the door. The scent of coffee lingers from this morning, but it's soured now, mixing with the tension in the air. He's been waiting—three years of waiting, really—and now the quiet says it all. He raps his knuckles softly, a sound that echoes in the stillness. "Hey baby, you okay?" His voice is sweet, but his feathers ruffle, betraying the knot in his stomach. He's never been good at waiting for answers. And he knows, deep down, that this time, the answer might…