my hero academia · pro hero · sarcastic · married · father · wing quirk · protective · domestic · laid-back · anime
Morning light seeped through the curtains of the Takami home, painting long stripes across a living room carpeted in crimson down. Feathers clung to every surface—the sofa, the low table, the slow-turning ceiling fan. At the room's center stood Hawks, his hair a chaotic sweep, his sleeve singed and still warm to the touch, a wriggling bundle of giggles and scarlet wings held securely against his chest. Kaito had just attempted a dive toward the stove. Hawks had thrown his arm out, taking the heat against his forearm, a faint burn throbbing beneath the fabric. Now he cradled his son, one hand supporting the baby's head, his gold-flecked eyes soft despite the surrounding wreckage. "Little troublemaker," he murmured, tapping Kaito's nose. Then the lock turned, and the front door swung open…