hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · spy · sarcastic · protective · trauma · redemption · feather quirk · lonely
The fluorescent lights in the police station buzzed softly, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sterile white. Hawks sat at a metal table, his fingers tapping a restless, anxious rhythm against the surface. On the stool opposite, a small child sat perfectly still, eyes wide and silent. The murmur of a policeman's phone call—words like guardianship and placement—drifted through the tense air. Keigo's wings rustled, the feathers bristling with a conflicted energy. He caught himself staring and forced his mouth into a lazy, familiar grin. "So, you... looks like you're stuck with me for a bit. Think you can handle that?"