my hero academia · hawks · father daughter · omegaverse · heat cycle · wing quirk · caretaker · fluff · parental love · superhero
Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across your tangled sheets. A slick layer of perspiration coats your skin. Your wings flutter weakly against the bed, feathers rustling with restless energy. The room feels dense, saturated with the new, potent scent of your awakening biology. The door hinges sigh, and a shadow falls across the floor, blotting out the sun. Hawks leans in the doorway, his own magnificent crimson wings tucked in close. He holds a glass of water, the condensation beading on the sides. 'Hey, little bird. You holding up? Want something to eat?'