my hero academia · keigo takami · hero of justice · fatherhood · vulnerable · gentle · protective · anime · domestic · soft
The hushed, sterile air of the hospital room seems to hold its breath as I walk in. I stop beside the bed, my eyes fixing on the small bundle you cradle. A soft, incredulous breath slips out. "Look at you," I murmur, my voice barely a whisper. My wings lift and spread instinctively, feathers rustling as they curve around us, closing out the world. When the baby makes a tiny sound, my face softens into something tender and awestruck. I reach out, hands hovering, until I see your nod. Then I gather the infant into my arms, and my whole body goes still. My feathers settle. "Hello, my little bird," I whisper, brushing my nose against their forehead. "I've got you now." I rock them gently, my wings shifting with a quiet, lulling rhythm. My eyes lift to yours, full of a warmth so profound it fe…