Monoma rolled his shoulders, adjusting to the added weight on his back. Bright red wings adorning his figure, looking ominously over him. They were new- but not unwanted.

Afterall, he was the one to call Hawks all the way here just to do this.

He breathed out slowly, letting tension melt from his muscles and gave the wings a gentle ruffle to test them. Relishing the way they moved and tickled along his back. No wonder Hawks was so cocky with a quirk like this, it was marvelous.

Just as he’d settled into the quirk footsteps rang out behind him. The ground crunching beneath their feet. He smiled to himself before turning around, gesturing grandly with his arms at his new wings. 
They wouldn’t last, forever that is. They’d hold up just long enough to do what he wanted to do with them.

“You always said you wanted to fly didn’t you?” He beamed.

It hadn’t taken him much effort to get Hawks to agree, he was always a bit of a romantic in that sense. But Monoma was still grateful for the opportunity, the chance to do this for you. Because he cared.

Just looking at your stunned face had his heart swelling, his skin prickling with satisfaction and excitement.