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i've seen people float around the hc that the commission would keep keigo on a strict diet, but i've never really seen it? if anything, i think he's eating all the time! putting the instances in the show aside (endeavor even calls him a glutton i believe), i believe he has to eat a lot due to his quirk. flying takes a lot of energy, and i think birds have a high metabolism, so he's just eating on every break he gets. no hate to the people who think differently, this is just my two cents
Just for the sake of my sanity, i have a headcanon of post war keigo. Maybe around a year later when he was walking down the street, feeling down from a lot of things—trying to get use from the lost of his identity. Then someone ran pass him, hitting him in the process making him dropped his can coffee. The person looked like he was in a hurry, and when keigo tapped on the person's shoulder turns out it was his father.
Keigo was surprised to see the old man, well, older. Thinner. Hair's messy and he looked like he just got involved to another robbery. Mixed feelings grown inside keigo, maybe anger, maybe sadness, confusion, everything became one that he can't describe.
The old man pulled him to the side—dark alley, hiding from a few policemen trying to catch him. That's when keigo snapped. Because why? Even after years he's still the same. Did he not learn anything?
But his father didn't say anything, didn't even slapped him like how he used to back then. When the situation is safe, his father pulled his hood back up—turning his body away.
"Hey, wait up you old-"
"I know you won't forgive me for everything i've done. I thought you were only a burden, a useless kid that didn't know how to use his quirk to make money."
His father took a deep breath before continuing his sentence.
"But you proved me wrong. I'm glad you didn't chose the same path as i am. I'm proud for whoever you've become right now, son"
And with that, he left. Again.
But maybe deep down keigo wanted to hear that, or is it keigo's inner child that wants to hear it, because now he felt... Surprisingly in relief
"You stupid old man, you should've said that years ago"
You Go Shopping Together~ Domestic Hawks Headcanon
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“You’re moving too fast~” The whining, because only with you can he be lazy and baby.
He’s still very dashing and proud but he absolutely loves to whine and walk slowly behind you. Fingers interlocked forcing you to slow down or drag him along, and with his giant wings and strength there is no dragging this man.
Hawks is smiling the entire time, oohing and ahhing at everything around him, yes you started this journey outside to buy groceries for the house but look the game store has a sale on pokemon cards!
These excursions with him are another way he susses out what things you like or are newly interested in. Because he will remember them and get you little gifts the next time he's on patrol or wants to watch tv.
You both have picked up so many new hobbies from this. Due to him signing you up for the pottery/dancing/painting/cooking classes the moment you stared a second too long at an advertisement.
And games too, pokemon card collecting together, board games you rope his side kicks into, mini figurines of your hero friends to go on the mini figure shelf he’s crafted for them (they also have been dragged into board game nights more often than not)
You are of course obligated to stop by every street cart selling chicken. He single handedly will keep the chicken industry going strong and may even nudge you down side streets to get a skewer or two from some of his favorite places even if it's technically out of the way.
You are always offered the first bite, it is a way he shows affection
Grocery shopping is usually you fighting to put back all the extra snacks and things he keeps grabbing with his feathers.
He thinks its a game and it amuses him and he laughs the entire time you (smilingly) scold him or put back the food
Your grocery bill for chicken is astronomical especially if you’re a good cook after those classes he will beg and plead for you to cook all the time (he will of course help you don’t need to ask him though it's more his feathers helping as he hugs your waist).
Another reason for this outrageous food bill is his adoration for Tokoyami and the other side kicks and people at his agency. He buys them small snacks that remind him of them. “So what if it's $100/¥16000? The black of the crystalized part of the candy is the same as Toko’s colors!”
Shopping always ends up with fans but he is very good about being fast with them or asking them for privacy since he needs to spend some time “With my cutiepie/sugarplum/bunny babe-” the tabloids have talked about the sappy extra nicknames so many times and he has never repeated the same one somehow?
If you need to do some serious shopping don’t expect him to let you carry anything. Even if you are physically stronger than him, his feathers will take them from you. “Your hands are only meant to hold mine”
Honestly shopping with Hawks is filled with food, laughter, and indirect moments of him showing not saying how much he loves you and those important to you both.
Hawks is used to surprises. It's not new to him to have people throw parties for him. But this time, it's different.
Hawks can feel his eyes well up with tears when he sees Tokoyami standing in the middle of his living room with a small cake and a candle. But his tears began to fall when Tokoyami walked up to him, singing him a happy birthday, saying, "Make a wish,"
A single wish crosses his mind as he blows on the candle, "please, let me keep Tokoyami as my family,"
Hawks opens his eyes and sets aside the cake before pulling Tokoyami into a hug, "thank you, Tokoyami,"
Tokoyami returns the hug, "I'm sorry, this is all I can do," he apologizes and hugs Hawks tighter, "I tried to make it more special, but I can't do much considering I'm still a student,"
"Well, this is the most special birthday I've ever had," Hawks whispers, sniffling. Tokoyami's eyes grow in concern, "are you okay?"
Hawks nods, "more than okay," he whispers before pulling away.
"Let's eat," Hawks pulls Tokoyami with him, and they share the cake he bought along with the takeout they ordered.
After eating, Tokoyami pulls out a box and hands it to Hawks, "this isn't much. But I put my heart into it,"
Hawks opens the box, and tears immediately fall from his eyes as he reads the scrapbook about the greatest hero alive.
"I'm not this amazing," Hawks says, wiping his tears.
"In your eyes, you might not be, but to me, you are," Tokoyami says, smiling.
"Thank you," Hawks says, pulling Tokoyami into another hug. As he embraces him, he thinks about how lucky he is to have met Tokoyami. He thought about how Tokoyami was more of a family to him than his parents ever were.
"I promise I'll do my best to guide you," Hawks says as he thinks about how he'll give Tokoyami the guidance he never had. How he'll make sure to steer him away from all of the pain and suffering he's been through and guide him to a road that's smoother and kinder.
Here’s something for the chickies that are about to sleep or even about to wake up:
Due to Keigo’s wings, he’s a certified little spoon. However, he only cuddles you with his face deep in your chest and his wings spread over the bed. Only so you can feel like you’re being cuddled too. He loves sleeping this way. It’s a little heavy for you but when you hear his snores and you feel his hands grip onto your clothes and curves, it feels better. He always makes sure before he goes to sleep or right after he wakes up that he pampers your chest with kisses. He’ll dress your collarbone, breasts and sternum with his lips in a lazy and comforting manner <3
BNHA HEADCANONS Ft: Hawks SMUT
His dark side
Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI! Dubcon, rough sex
DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi
A.N.: Writing headcanons are somehow so calming and it’s been a while since I’ve written anything about our favourite birdie💕
Hawks seems like a carefree guy and most of the time he sure is, but you should never forget the fact that as a trained weapon, he also has a darker side
His missions can sometimes be overwhelming, burdening him in a way that no other pro-hero would understand since Hawks is the one who has to get his hands dirty for the greater good of others
Being forced to act against his own benevolent nature brings out a side of him that needs to feel like he’s in control of his life
So how does this need manifest? Rough sex
It’s often at night when Hawks is bothered by another one of his missions with the League, so when you’re sound asleep next to him, he’ll wake you up with loving whispers to your ear to get you in the mood, but as soon as you spread your legs for him, he doesn’t hesitate to grasp your wrists and get rough with you
Slamming into you hard and fast, the headboard of the bed is rattling against the wall, squelching sounds echoing along your desperate moans
You’re his toy, his property and he doesn’t expect you to whine any protests when he pulls out and flips you around to get you on all fours, his forceful hands grabbing your hips before guiding his length back into your sloppy cunt
He’s thrusting into you ruthlessly, one hand tangled up in your hair and grasping a chunk of it while enjoying your whimpers
As he starts nearing his high, his hand wraps around your neck, pressing you down on your belly before starting a pace so rough that screams are scraping your throat. He leans himself over you and sinks his teeth into your shoulder, thrusting deep into you to release his seed with a primal grunt reverberating in his chest
There’s also times when Hawks tries to keep himself calm, choosing to get up and go stare out of the window at the slumbering city rather than take his anger out on your body
But when you just happen to shuffle out of the bedroom to get a glass of water, clad in nothing but lacy panties and a tiny tank top, he can’t help it, especially when your tender voice asks what he’s doing in the middle of the night
His golden eyes are dark as he advances you with a somewhat dismissive, almost condescending look on his handsome face. He comes just a little too close, making you take steps back as your heart skips a beat at his overpowering manner that you’re no stranger to
You let out a small whimper as he grasps your chin while looking down at your beautiful eyes, your hands shivering as you hesitatingly place them over your chest in a sign of distress
You’re his cute little baby bird who’ll give him whatever he wants, whenever he wants so when he commands you to take your fucking panties off, you obey like a good girl
Hoisting you up on the nearest counter, he’s eager to feel the softness of your wet walls that mold around him perfectly and moreover, so obediently as you only let out a little cry even though he’s being rough on you
With a bruising grip on the smooth skin of your ass, he’s fucking you mercilessly while growling degrading things into your ear
“You’re taking me like a good little slut”
“Spreading this pussy for me like a good girl”
“This fucking cunt belongs to me”
Your nails are digging on his back as you keep your legs open for him, knowing that he needs to fuck his stress away. His hot breath is tingling against the shell of your ear as he keeps pounding into you
Soon you can hear his humiliating words changing into grunts of pleasure as he’s getting closer to his bliss. Clinging onto him, you grit your teeth as he pulls almost out, only to slam back in
“I l-love you," you manage to stutter into his ear and that drives him over the edge
His wings start shuddering as he releases inside you, thick white ropes of hot cum covering your sore walls
He wraps his arms around you as you relax yourself against him, your body always aching and tired after getting used as a stress toy
But Hawks will always take care of you afterwards, carrying you to your bedroom, making sure you’re okay. He wraps his arms around you and tells you how much he loves you while planting small kisses on your forehead
You fall asleep in his arms, glad that you had been able to ease his stress that no one else could ever understand
Keigo doesn't like being cold.
It might be a natural bird-thing, and it might be a trauma thing.
It's probably both.
When he was little, skinny, and always cold, his mother taught him how to make blankets with his talons and whatever yarn they found (or stole) around. It wasn’t knitting, per say, but close.
Often, they'd make patches and stitch them together into bigger blankets, but sometimes, when they were really lucky, they got their hands on some thick, good yarn.
When he was taken in by the commission, suddenly he had more than enough warm clothes and blankets, but it didn't stop him from having a need to make things.
One day, Mera, his personal contact in the commission, sneaks him in a book on knitting and crocheting, and a whole bunch of yarn and needles.
When he's making things, Keigo feels safe.
Like he can provide for himself, and he never has to be cold again.
He gets better rather quick, and soon he is giving everyone at the commission scarves, blankets, sweaters, socks, you name it, he made it.
The closer he got to his official hero debut, the less time he has for this hobby, and sooner than he knew, he didn't pick it back up for five years.
Then he met Dabi.
It was confusing, even though he quirk was rooted in fire, he always ran so cold. Like his own fire can't even keep him warm.
Keigo hates it.
So, he goes home, and he picks up his old knitting needles, his favorite super soft yarn, bright blue and the deepest black, and he knits.
He knits a scarf, then a hat, then a blanket, then a sweater.
He doesn't give him any of it, of course, that would be insane at this point, but just doing it helps him feel a little better.
After that, he starts knitting for fun again, just a little whenever he can, but man, it feels good.
The first thing he gives away is a pair of black, fingerless gloves too Tokoyami.
The kid wears them every single time Keigo sees him out of costume, even on the warmest days.
He moves on to little hats and scarves to his sidekicks, a blanket for Jeanist after he helps him with a huge case (it was the only thing Keigo figured he would need that wouldn't be made out of denim), and a sweater for himself.
When he gets to know the league better, Toga gets several of those beanies with the two puffs on them, Spinner gets a purple scarf that matches his hair, Twice gets a huge sweater, Compress gets some fancy gloves, and Shigaraki manages to talk his way into a very off putting looking crocheted Pikachu.
Dabi rolls his eyes and threatens to set fire to anything the bird tries to give him.
However, after everything blows over, when he's in rehab getting treatment for his nearly dying body and shattered mind, Touya gets a package delivered.
A big, chunky one.
Inside, there are a bunch of knitted things. Touya picks them up, one at a time, and looks at them carefully.
A scarf, then a hat, then a blanket, then a sweater.
In the brightest blue and deepest black, and the softest yarn.
And a single, red feather.
Touya doesn't even think before he pulls the sweater on, and throw the blanket over his legs.
Then he picks up the feather, and realizes it's tied to a string that goes perfectly around his neck.
He looks at it for a while, twists it around between his fingers, before he pulls it over his head and lies back down.
Maybe he was ready for a visitor soon.
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