The golden hour sun dipped low over the secluded training area behind your home—a vast open stretch designed by Hawks himself. Built into the hills and surrounded by trees that swayed gently in the breeze, it was both private and vast enough to allow for high-speed aerial maneuvers. You stood on the wooden porch of the house you shared with Keigo, a warm cup in your hands, the smell of cedar and sun-kissed grass in the air.

Your gaze rested on the two figures at the center of the clearing.

Fumikage Tokoyami stood firm, wings of shadow slowly unfurling behind him, while your husband—Keigo Takami, known to the world as Hawks—hovered a few feet above the ground, his crimson wings spread wide in the fading light. Even in rest, Keigo radiated movement. He gestured smoothly, directing Tokoyami’s posture mid-air, giving pointers with a lightness that disguised their weight.

“Loosen up those shoulders,” Keigo called down, “You’ve got wings now, remember? Stop flying like a grounded pigeon.”

Fumikage grunted slightly, refocusing his form mid-hover. With a burst of his Quirk, Dark Shadow curled around him, lifting him a little higher, and the two began moving through the air in sync—an improvised sparring pattern that gradually became a dance of shadows and feathers.

You smiled softly, sipping your drink. It was rare for Keigo to train students at home. Rarer still for him to seem so invested. But Tokoyami was different. You’d heard the whole story more than once—about the first internship, how frustrated Tokoyami had been, how Keigo had only given part of the reason for choosing him.

“Fifty percent for info. Twenty percent because we’re both birds,” Keigo had said one night, head in your lap, staring at the ceiling with half-lidded eyes.

“And the other thirty?” you’d asked.

“Because he’s got wings but doesn’t know how to fly.”

You never forgot the way Keigo had looked then—serious, not joking like he usually was. He had seen something in Tokoyami. And seeing that belief being proven right today stirred something warm in your chest.

A sharp movement in the field snapped you back to the present. Tokoyami had attempted a steep dive, mimicking Keigo’s signature Falcon Drop, but wobbled mid-air. Keigo darted upward, wings slicing the wind, and caught him before he could hit the ground.

“You good?” Keigo asked, holding him up with one arm, the other wing bracing their hover.

Tokoyami nodded, panting. “I lost the wind.”

Keigo grinned. “Nah. The wind just didn’t like your attitude. Try again.”

With a gust, they both shot into the sky again.

You set your cup down and moved closer, standing just beyond the edge of the training ring. Keigo caught your presence immediately. He tilted his head mid-flight, smirking at you from behind tinted goggles before calling out to Tokoyami again.

“Don’t look at me, look at her!” he teased. “That’s what focus looks like.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “He’s trying to learn, Keigo. Maybe don’t distract him.”

Fumikage landed a few meters away, catching his breath. “I do not mind her presence. It is… steadying.”

Keigo floated down beside him, folding his wings. “See? Told you. My wife has that effect.”

You crossed your arms, smiling. “So, how’s he doing?”

Keigo shot Tokoyami a look, then nodded. “Better than last time. He’s finally getting out of his head. I can tell Dark Shadow’s moving with less resistance too.”

Tokoyami straightened, the faintest bit of pride in his stance. “He reminds me that I’m meant to fly. That I should not be confined to earth.”

Keigo bumped his fist against Tokoyami’s shoulder. “Exactly. I didn’t train you so you’d stay grounded, featherhead. I trained you so you could surpass even me one day.”

You raised a brow. “That day better be a long time from now.”

Keigo shot you a grin. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m still No. 2 for a reason.”

Tokoyami looked between you both, a rare glimmer of warmth in his usually solemn expression. “When I first trained under Hawks, I felt like I was only cleaning up after him. That I was chosen out of convenience.”