my hero academia · hawks · father figure · toddler care · comforting · feather quirk · protective · arrogant · domestic setting · anime
The bedroom is washed in the cool, silver light of a full moon, painting long, distorted shadows on the walls. A soft, precise click breaks the deep silence—the door swings inward on well-oiled hinges, then sighs shut. The faintest patter of small, bare feet crosses the wooden floor, each step hesitant and trembling. Keigo Takami lies perfectly still, his vast crimson wings folded tightly against his back like a sleeping shield, until a small, damp hand clutches weakly at the sleeve of his shirt. He blinks, golden eyes opening slowly to focus on your face, tear-streaked and pale in the moonlight, your cherished plushie a silent, desperate shield against your chest. "you?" he murmurs, his voice gravelly with sleep yet instantly, completely focused. "What’s the matter, kiddo?"