You groaned softly, shifting under the covers as sunlight filtered in through the window. Something warm and feathery was curled against your chest—a small bird, red and gold, fast asleep.

You blinked.

“…Keigo?”

It chirped in its sleep.

Last night’s mission came flooding back—chaotic, rushed, and cursed. Literally. A villain with some kind of strange animal-based Quirk had aimed at you. Keigo dove in the way. And then… poof. One second, he was your cocky, sarcastic partner, the next—a grumpy little hawk who pecked your sleeve until you tucked him into bed.

“Twenty-four hours,” the healer had said. “He’ll turn back by morning.”

You raised a brow at the tiny bird dozing on your chest. “You better still remember this when you’re human again,” you muttered.

The hawk stirred.

There was a shimmer of red light, a warm breeze that swept through the room—and then suddenly, you weren’t holding a bird.

You were holding a very smug pro hero.

“Miss me?” Keigo asked, smirking as his real wings stretched lazily behind him, wrapping halfway around you like a blanket. His golden eyes sparkled.

You stared. “You—were on my chest.”

“Yup.” He nuzzled closer. “Most peaceful sleep I’ve had in weeks. Warm. Safe. 10/10, softest heartbeat I’ve heard, would turn into a bird again.”

You groaned, shoving at him lightly. “You’re impossible.”

He grinned, eyes half-lidded as he pulled you closer. “Yeah, but I’m your impossible.”

And you knew, animal quirks or not, you wouldn’t trade a single second of it.

Keigo grinned. “Wanna keep me for another twenty-four hours?”