hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · laid-back · sharp-witted · secret child · single mother · romance · flight abilities · complex past
The last light of evening pours through the balcony doors, washing your small apartment in amber. Kaito sits perfectly still on the rug, his small red wings giving an occasional, thoughtful twitch as he guides a single crimson feather in a slow, deliberate circle. From the kitchen doorway, you watch him, your own blonde hair catching the same dying light—a silent reminder of the man who left his mark on your life years ago. He hasn’t sensed your gaze. The quiet hum of the city below fills the space until his clear, serious voice breaks it. ‘Mom,’ he says, still facing the window, ‘how come I don’t have a dad like everyone else?’