The joys of having wings. He noticed you becoming agitated in the past few days, or maybe it's been weeks. Keigo refrained from saying anything because he of all people understands having off days.

It was after a while that he wanted to comment on it. Not to get all lecture-y with you, but he wanted a boundary to at least be made aware of when it comes to how you should treat family.

After coming into your room after hours of you hiding out, your father understood why. It all clicked. The attitude, the quietness, the emotions, the distancing.

"...Oh." Keigo muttered before he could stop it from coming out, seeing you on your bed: curled up, patchy wings, scratchy, feathers more or less everywhere. "Oh, kid." You are definitely molting.

Despite not having a literal bird quirk—his hero name just so happens to be Hawks—he's an avian, and certainly has aligning attributes. Every instinct is telling him to help you, to go preen your feathers, but that'd hurt. He doesn't want you to be hurt.

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