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So i’m having fun making these stat things for my characters using Adobe Illustrator, does anyone want one for like, their OC’s or characters who haven’t been given one in canon?

Inbox me your muses stats if you want one! OC’s and canon muses welcome!

Embarrassed all to hell, Shinsou had grabbed his utensil to start stuffing his face to avoid saying more than he already had. So, when Hawks tugged him, Shinsou dropped what he was holding and just allowed Hawks to move him as he wished. Shinsou’s blush increased tenfold and he tucked his head into Hawks’s chest to avoid eye contact. 

Shinsou’s ears burned as Hawks spoke. He still made eye contact with Hawks when the other pulled back, but Shinsou didn’t know what to say. He was still embarrassed and almost a little scared. Having someone to care about and to trust fully was a rarity in his life. This made his feelings towards Hawks all the more confusing. Any ‘dad’ he’d had previously had never felt like actual family to him. Hawks was all he’d really had so far. 

Calling Hawks dad naturally made sense. 

“Okay… I just…” Shinsou didn’t even know how to express the nervousness associated with considering people his parents. Most adults had only let him down and maybe it was better given the closer age difference. Still, Shinsou felt like he owed Hawks some kind of explanation. “I’ve never really had an actual dad before so you know it just makes sense to since you’re the only one who’s really… cared.” 

Hawks was thrilled, truly thrilled, he had a son! Now granted… he’d adopted Hitoshi a little while ago now, papers all written up, finalised, things all moved across and legally he’d had a son for a good month or so by now, but this was the first time this adorable little boy had said that word, had actually acknowledged him in that role.

Hawks was ecstatic, and more than ready to prove to Hitoshi that he deserved that title, he’d be the best goddamn father this boy could ever ask for. His precious little chick opening up to him, ugh it just made him want to pull the child in and hug him forever. “Yeah? Well I’m gonna keep caring, I’ll care for you until I’m old, grey and senile and you have to take care of me instead, and even then I’ll still care about you, cause you’re my son, my sarcastic, cat loving, adorable little purple son” with the coolest goddamn quirk Hawks had ever seen.

Fuck this kid was going to be incredible someday, Hawks was just so glad he’d get to see it, so glad he could be part of this child’s development, watch him grow and flourish into the badass he was destined to be. Hell, even if he didn’t become a hero, he could still see him doing amazing things, he was destined for amazing and he deserved every second of it. 

“Sounds more like something overly lovey dovey people use as an excuse to be too damn affectionate in public.”

“Fine. Then I’m going to start calling you old man.”

“Dad I’m 16. I’m not a baby. So stop calling me your baby boy.” He is embarrassed.

“Why is there so much hype about Valentines Day exactly?”

@fiercefeathered cause i wanted to write fluff

Living with Hawks was basically a story straight out of a fairy tale. Shinsou had accepted his fate of never getting to live out his dreams of being a hero. He accepted that people would continue to hate him for something he couldn’t control. He accepted that he wasn’t worth it. Then, Hawks had entered his life by storm and gave him everything Shinsou never expected to have. First, Hawks granted him safety by chasing off the kids who picked on him and bullied him. Second, Hawks gifted him love and hope by continually taking care of him and making sure he was okay physically and emotionally. Last, Hawks gave him a home and a family even if that family consisted of one weird bird hero and random sidekicks Shinsou could hang around. It was everything he’d ever wanted. 

So, Shinsou had thought it several times before. In fact, he already considered it to be true of Hawks, Shinsou had merely never voiced the thought. He was embarrassed to do so. It wasn’t like there was a huge age gap between them, Shinsou understood that. Plus, Shinsou had only ever referred to Hawks as Hawks. That was the way it had always been. It would be weird to call Hawks something else, but one day it just slipped. 

It wasn’t even something special that made it slip. Hawks had merely set dinner down in front of Shinsou with a pat on the head. It was Shinsou’s favorite and maybe that was why it just slipped. “Thanks dad.”

Immediately freezing up, Shinsou looked away from Hawks, cheeks turning red. Of course he thought of Hawks as his dad. Hawks took care of him. He lived with the hero. Hawks was his dad or, at least, the only dad he’d ever actually loved. Shinsou just wasn’t sure how the slip up would be received. He was embarrassed at letting it slip because it felt like letting how much he cared for and adored Hawks slip out. 

“I mean um… Thanks Hawks for uh- dinner and all.” Shinsou’s hand found his neck and rubbed it as he hoped Hawks wouldn’t be weird about the slip up.

After taking Hitoshi into his home, making it safe for him, warm and comfortable enough for him, he’d done his very best to get days off during the week to ensure that he could actually be there for the boy. It’d been a rash decision, adopting him that way, but the moment he’d spoken to the man taking care of the little boy, the moment he’d seen how they treated him, how they saw him, he’d known he had to get him out.

He’d had his agency contact several lawyers within the hour to get custody of the child and that was that, yes there wasn’t the biggest age gap between them both, and technically if Hawks had been his biological dad he’d have had to be like 6-years-old or something when he had him and that’d be nutty but… he had to take him in.

He had to protect him.

So that was how he found himself with an adorable child, eating dinner in his kitchen, nothing special, just something he knew the boy liked, having taught himself to make the dish when he found out it was one of Hitoshi’s favourites, he… didn’t expect the words that came out of the boys mouth when he set the dish down though. Hawks was glad he had set the dish down because had it been in his hands, he might have dropped it.

Dad… he said Thanks Dad

Hawks looked down at the boy, smile as warm as the sun on his lips as he moved in to tug the awkward little bean into his arms “It’s okay…” his son, his boy, his little sproglet, biologically? No, Hawks doubted he’d ever have a biological child, but… Shinsou Hitoshi was as good as, he was his child, and Hawks wouldn’t give him up for the world.

“Yeah, we came here to get at least tipsy didn’t we?” His retort was dry but still a little bit amused. Even more after he saw one of Hawks feathered grab a menu. 

But he knew as the clearly far less excited one of the two of them, and probably the slightly more sober one, he should be the voice of reason. He should be suggesting to slow it down. Instead he decide to nudge his elbow into Hawks rib, just hard enough to ensure his friend barely felt it. “Just out of curiosity, do you ever just get up and walk to go get something? But fine by me, may as well do both.” 

Since the way things were going they’ll probably down both by the end of the night anyway. “Just don’t pass out the second the waiter lea-”

He didn’t know exactly what struck him as odd at that exact moment, but he turned his gaze away from Hawks to see the waiter actually standing right in front of them looking as if he had been there awhile. 

Touya didn’t think he was usually one to startle easily but whatever this waiter had going for him, he was as fast as he was quiet. Quickly enough Touya decided he hated it. Yet that didn’t stop him from asking, “are you always this fast?”

When he nodded back, Touya just returned his gaze to Hawks. “I guess you’re ready for drinks then?”

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With the chicken bowl pretty much almost gone, Hawks was more than content to fill the rest of his stomach with alcohol, he’d not had a chance to get properly drunk with Touya in what felt like forever, their conflicting schedules, their crazy work hours, villains putting one or the other in hospital for days on end over the few free days they may or may not have had, it was just… so hard to keep a friendship going as a pro-hero.

But Hawks had every intention of keeping this particular friendship alive and maybe, someday, have Touya actually realise they were like, soulmates or some shit, yeah, if he just kept at it maybe Touya would realise his best friend had had a crush on him since like, halfway through their first year of knowing each other. “Hell fuckin YEAH I’m ready for drinks!” Let it be known, Hawks didn’t usually swear in public, unlike Touya whom could easily hide behind his mask, Hawks couldn’t hide in public, he was too obvious, his wings stood out too much his face was plastered on billboards all over the city for various modelling ads, Hawks didn’t swear in public, he acted like a goddamn saint in public.

Tonight? Tonight, he was going to get drunk and have fun because he didn’t do it nearly enough. He did snort a cheerful giggle as the waiter seemed to materialize out of nowhere again, Hawks swore it was some kind of speed quirk, he had no idea, but nobody had ever actually seen him use it, sure he zipped around, appeared out of nowhere to get your orders to you in record time but with no actual proof of him using it, there was nothing anyone could do, and Hawks wasn’t about to report him for using it in public anyway.

He knew there was no quirk usage license in the building, he’d checked, but that didn’t mean he was gonna snitch, the dude was providing a public service with fuckin fantastic food. “M’not gonna pass out! Ey Keiji-san! Another round, but this time make em fancy cocktails, these ones right here” actually lifting the menu to point at the drinks they’d selected rather than listing the names, the man nodded his head, and quick as a flash he was off again. “I swear Touya, I swear it’s a speed quirk, he’s like… Tensei but faster, maaan if he’d have gone for the hero career, he would have made a killin with it” lots of people out there with quirks that’d do great things.

he looks like count dracula

“You can’t force me to go home. I refuse. Thanks though.”

“I’m perfectly fine staying here and not going home to you yelling at me thank you very much.” It’s time to be a little shit.

“Oh… dad when did you get here? I of course wasn’t trying to get a cat from some other person offering to be people’s fathers. That was definitely not what just happened.”