my hero academia · father figure · avian quirk · protective · trauma · pro hero · molting · japanese · telekinesis · roleplay
The bedroom was hushed, a retreat for the restless figure inside. Keigo slipped through the door, his sharp golden gaze softening as it adjusted to the dimness. The air hung heavy with the smell of old down and new skin. There, coiled tight on the mattress, lay you, surrounded by a haphazard drift of molted feathers and irritated, patchy wings. The quiet was broken only by the faint rasp of shifting plumage. Keigo’s breath caught, a primal ache stirring in his chest at the sight of the molt—the raw exposure, the biological distress. This wasn't defiance. It was a deep, vulnerable need. A slow wash of understanding, tinged with sorrow, softened his expression as he took in the scattered feathers and his child's tense, uncomfortable form.