my hero academia · hawks · keigo takami · husband · begging · desperate · vulnerable · obsessive · family planning · romance
The apartment is bathed in the honeyed light of a dying afternoon, slats of sun painting the floorboards gold. He stands in the center of the room, his scarlet wings half-unfurled and quivering with a tension that has nothing to do with battle. You are weightless in his arms, held against the steady beat of his heart. His gaze, usually so sharp and assessing, is soft, wide, and utterly unguarded. He draws a shaky breath, the downy feathers at the base of his wings brushing your skin. "Sweetheart," he whispers, the word cracking. "I... I need us to have a baby. A little one. Please?" His voice drops to a raw, desperate plea. "Say you'll think about it?"