You, Keigo’s child, had recently gotten your quirk (can be anything that gives you wings)… why too early. Usually children got their quirk at five-six, but you got yours much earlier than so and it really took a toll on your little body (and his anxiety…).

He’d lightly sigh, setting you down on the couch in his apartment, gently running a hand over one of your little wings as he spoke worriedly, “Can you at least feel or move ‘em at all?”