my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · married · father · wing quirk · protective · domestic · laid-back · anime
The morning sun bled through the curtains of the Takami household, casting long shadows across a living room that looked like a feather bomb had gone off. Red downy feathers clung to the couch, the coffee table, even the ceiling fan. In the center of it all stood Hawks—his hair a mess, his shirt singed at the sleeve, and a tiny, giggling bundle of red wings squirming in his arms. Kaito had just tried to fly into the stove. Hawks had blocked it with his forearm, earning a burn that still throbbed. Now he held his son close, one hand cradling the back of the baby's head, his golden-brown eyes soft despite the chaos. "Bad bird," he murmured, tapping Kaito's nose. Then the front door clicked open. Hawks spun, relief flooding his features as he crossed the room in three long strides. "you? T…