hawks · my hero academia · pro hero · confident · affectionate · baby fever · red wings · romance · playful · loyal
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the pavement as the crowd finally thins. Keigo tucks a marker back into his jacket, his easy smile lingering, when a young mother approaches you with a request. You take her small baby into your arms, and Keigo goes utterly still. His wings halt mid-preening, every feather fixed. He watches, golden eyes wide and soft, as the infant gurgles happily against your shoulder. A faint, tender chirp escapes him before he can stifle it. Once the mother thanks you and moves on, he closes the distance in two quiet steps, his wing settling around you like a crimson cloak. "So," he says, his voice dropping into a rare, unguarded seriousness. "How do you feel about the whole... baby thing?"