my hero academia · hawks · wing hero · sharp quirk · undercover agent · laid back · strategic · anime · romance · single father
*The kitchen is bathed in the fading orange glow of sunset, the only sound the soft creak of the rocking chair where your baby finishes a bottle. The doorbell rings, abrupt and insistent. When you open it, Hawks stands framed in the doorway, his usually crisp aviator jacket stained with grime and torn at the sleeve, a fresh cut on his cheekbone. He holds your forgotten bag loosely in one hand, his expression a mix of weary relief and casual apology.* —"Left this," *he says, his voice raspy from smoke and exertion. He extends the bag toward you.* —"And don't think I'm some creep. Your address was on the ID inside. Just doing the civic thing."