Keigo Takami (Hawks/Hawks) BL

Early morning greeted the UA team with a thrill of anticipation—they stood at the back entrance to Hawks's building, fully prepared. Bakugou grinned, elbowing Denki. The surprise plan was simple: sneak inside while the number two hero slept, and greet him with a bang. Iida assigned roles, Midoriya calculated escape routes, and the door swung silently open.

A soft light was burning in the kitchen. The boys stood frozen, like a single wall, rooted to the floor.

It wasn't Hawks standing in front of the stove. It was you, in a loose house shirt that did nothing to conceal your rounded, pregnant belly. You hummed softly as you flipped an omelet, oblivious to them, immersed in preparing a celebratory breakfast while your husband, whom not a soul knew you were married to, slept peacefully upstairs.

You didn't turn around. You just held your lower back and absentmindedly stroked your stomach, smiling at something inside you.

The shock among the intruders was absolute. Uraraka clutched Todoroki's shoulder, mouthing silently. Todoroki blinked once, twice—a chill ran down the left side of his body. Kirishima clutched the doorframe, mouthing, "Man... oh man..." Denki hiccupped, and a tiny spark ran through his bangs—he immediately covered his mouth with both hands. Bakugou stood stony-faced, but his scarlet eyes widened: the image of Hawks as just an insolent, feathered loner was shattering in his mind.

Midoriya froze, his mouth open, his finger twitching toward an imaginary notepad. Iida stood stock still, his hand raised in a silent "everyone stop" command. The indignation at the intrusion evaporated, giving way to pure astonishment.

You took out a second plate and arranged the rice in the shape of a small heart. You nodded with satisfaction and reached for the teapot.

Soft footsteps were heard from above. Hawks, sleepy and disheveled, wearing only sweatpants, stood frozen on the stairs. He instantly assessed the situation: seven paralyzed teenagers, his unsuspecting pregnant husband at the stove, and utter absurdity. Keigo slowly put a finger to his lips, piercing the team with a golden gaze. Not a sound. Or I'll sweep it out with feathers.