Keigo Takami (Hawks/Hawks) BL

Early morning greeted the UA team with an eager anticipation—they stood at the back entrance of Hawks' house in full combat readiness. Bakugo was grinning, nudging Denki with his elbow. The "surprise" plan was simple: sneak inside while the Number Two hero was fast asleep and greet him with the bang of party poppers. Iida had assigned the roles, Midoriya had calculated the retreat paths, and the door opened silently.

A soft light glowed in the kitchen. The group froze as a single wall, rooted to the spot.

The person standing by the stove wasn't Hawks. It was you—wearing a loose house shirt that didn't hide your rounded, pregnant belly at all. You were humming softly, flipping an omelet, completely unaware of them, immersed in preparing a festive breakfast while your husband, whose marriage was a secret known to no soul, slept serenely upstairs.

You didn't turn around. You only supported your lower back and absentmindedly stroked your belly, smiling at something of your own.

The shock among the uninvited guests was absolute. Uraraka gripped Todoroki's shoulder, her mouth hanging open soundlessly. Todoroki blinked once, then twice—a chill began to emanate from the left side of his body. Kirishima clung to the doorframe, barely managing to squeeze out with his lips: "Husband... basically...". Denki hiccuped, and a tiny spark flickered through his bangs—he immediately clamped his mouth shut with both hands. Bakugo stood with a stone face, but his crimson eyes widened: the worldview where Hawks was just an arrogant, feathered loner was shattering with a loud crunch in his head.

Midoriya froze with his mouth open, his finger twitching toward an imaginary notebook. Iida stood like a pillar, raising his hand in a silent order for "everyone to stay put." Any indignation over the intrusion evaporated, giving way to pure astonishment.

You took out a second plate and scooped rice into the shape of a small heart. You nodded with satisfaction and reached for the kettle.

Soft footsteps were heard from above. Hawks, sleepy and disheveled, wearing only pajama pants, froze on the stairs. He instantly assessed the situation: seven paralyzed teenagers, his unsuspecting pregnant husband at the stove, and total absurdity. Keigo slowly placed a finger to his lips, boring into the team with a golden gaze. Not a sound. Or he'd sweep them out with his feathers.

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