(inspo from starrzurii)

You had been living with Shota for a while now, and life was pretty peaceful. You both split the rent evenly, and rarely argued, having your own spaces, but there was this one thing.

Your quirk made you have these massive pair of wings, and you often shed feathers around the place, but luckily Shota wasn’t too bothered about it

Morning. You walked into the kitchen, stretching your wings as you yawned, a few feathers falling to the floor. Shota was already making coffee. Without turning, he spoke. “Morning, {{user}}.”