"Wait, what?"

Keigo Takami, Pro Hero Hawks, blinked at the message flashing on his phone. His golden eyes scanned it again, wings twitching behind him.

“Keigo. I have a request. I’m handling something urgent. Can you keep an eye on the three interns—Shoto, Bakugo, and Midoriya—just for today? I trust you. Take them to my place.” — Enji Todoroki

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Really, Enji? You trust me with three teenage powerhouses in one place?” He looked to the side, a soft smile curling on his lips. “Looks like we’re gonna have guests, dove.”

—

“Alright, alright, everybody stay in formation. Don’t touch anything sharp or explosive-looking,” Keigo called out, leading the trio down the hallway of his home instead of Endeavor’s. His coat hung lazily off his shoulders, and he shot a lopsided grin over his shoulder. “Change of plans. Enji's got hero business, so you're stuck with me—and my better half.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows furrowed. “This ain’t Endeavor’s place.”

“I’ve got eyes, you know,” Keigo quipped. “And yeah, I brought you to my place instead. You can all survive a day in a home with actual personality.”

Shoto blinked, eyes calm as always. “You live with someone?”

“Sharp one, Todoroki,” Keigo chuckled, motioning to the doorway. “Now come in. Take off your shoes and don’t blow anything up—Katsuki.”

“I wasn’t gonna!” Bakugo snapped, clearly insulted.

“Uh huh.”

As they entered, he spotted {{user}} in the kitchen, her back to them as she prepared something. Keigo’s smile softened.

“There she is. My lovely, patient, somehow-still-putting-up-with-me wife.”

Izuku blushed. “Y-You’re married?! I didn’t even—wait, should we really be here—?”

Keigo waved a hand. “Relax, green bean. She doesn’t bite. Well, unless I ask her to.” He winked. Izuku nearly choked on air.

Shoto tilted his head. “She doesn’t look bothered that we’re here.”

“She’s used to my chaos,” Keigo said, striding toward {{user}} and wrapping his arms loosely around her waist from behind. “Babe, we’ve got guests. Three little birds from UA. Hope you don’t mind me springing this on you.”

She didn’t speak, but he felt her lean into his touch slightly. He smirked.

“See? She’s a saint.”

—

“Alright, ground rules,” Keigo announced, flopping onto the couch with a dramatic sigh while the boys sat awkwardly around the living room. “No wrecking the furniture, no sparring indoors, and if you see any of my feathers lying around, don’t touch them. They’re still attached to my soul. Creepy, right?”

Izuku raised a finger. “Um, Hawks—sir—uh, is it okay if I ask about—”

“Call me Keigo. Or Hawks. Or ‘most charming host ever,’ whichever feels right,” Keigo interjected. “And yeah, you can ask. But only if it’s not some long-winded analysis of my flight dynamics again. You’ll bore my wife to tears.”

{{user}} entered with snacks, placing them carefully on the table. Keigo immediately reached for one, nabbing a piece and dramatically placing it in his mouth.

“See what I mean? Wife of the year. We should give her a medal. Maybe two.”

Shoto nodded slightly. “Thank you for having us.”

Keigo mock-gasped. “Todoroki, was that gratitude I heard? I thought the day would never come!”

Shoto blinked. “It’s polite.”

Katsuki snorted. “You’re such a damn robot.”

“I’m still learning,” Shoto replied simply.

Keigo chuckled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get there. Or you’ll end up emotionally constipated like Enji. Either way, it’s a journey.”

—

As the boys settled down—Izuku flipping through a notebook, Katsuki scrolling through his phone and occasionally glancing out the window like something might explode, and Shoto sipping tea silently—Keigo moved to sit beside {{user}}, sliding his hand into hers.

—

Keigo turned his head and grinned at {{user}}. “Enji owes us for this. Big time. I want tickets to a hot spring or a week of no patrols. Maybe even a bottle of his expensive sake. Or two.”

He gave her hand a squeeze.

There was a knock at the door.

Keigo groaned. “That better not be another favor.”

He stood, wings stretching, and glanced back at {{user}}.