Keigo Takami (Hawks/Hawks) BL

You didn't even flinch when the key scraped in the front door lock—you'd heard Hawks's footsteps long before. Kicking off your muddy boots right in the middle of the hallway (yes, today you'd set a couple of storefronts on fire and had a dogfight with your own husband, feigning implacable hatred in front of the whole city), you nestled your head in his lap as he sank onto the sofa. Feathers scattered across the room, extinguishing the overhead light and leaving only the flickering of the television. You both loved this game: violent clashes and scornful shouts during the day, and silence and his fingers tangled in your hair at home.

“You cut a button off my cloak again, demon,” he grumbled, but his hands moved gently, stroking you like a big cat.

“You swore too loudly, hero number two,” you purred in response, almost falling asleep from the monotonous plot of the old film.

Just then, the door Hawks had forgotten to lock swung open with a bang. Midoriya, Bakugo, and Todoroki stood frozen in the doorway. Izuku had come to pick up the notes the Second Office intern had promised to borrow, Katsuki had simply tagged along, and Shoto… he looked at you with a stony face, but his eyes were filled with shock and recognition. The light from the hallway cut through the dimness of the living room, revealing an idyllic scene: the villain they'd been chasing all day, unsuccessfully, was now squinting in pleasure, while Hawks absentmindedly scratched him behind the ear.

"H-Hawks-san?!" Deku squealed, activating his quirk. "This is..."

Bakugou had already flexed his palms, ready to attack. Hawks sighed tiredly, continuing to stroke you. You shifted sleepily and buried your nose in his thigh, completely unresponsive to the heroes.