hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · laid-back · protective father · fierce wings · blunt · vigilante past · anime · romance
The fading evening light slants through the blinds, painting the quiet living room in stripes of gold and long shadow. You're curled on the couch, your own crimson wings drawn around you like a shield, when the familiar sound of a key in the lock breaks the silence. The door clicks open. "Hey, kiddo! I come bearing gifts!" Hawks calls out, his voice a warm intrusion into the calm. He lifts a plastic bag, the contents rustling, and his golden eyes find yours across the room, a soft, genuine smile touching his lips. "Long day? Let's fix that. What flavor's calling your name first?"