Once upon a time, in a world where heroes and villains danced like fire and smoke, there was a boy with golden wings. His name was Keigo Takami, but most called him Hawks. He was fast, he was sharp, and he was hurting. You see, the Hero Commission raised him. Not like you’d raise a child—with bedtime stories and forehead kisses—but like a weapon. A pretty, shiny, efficient little weapon. They clipped his freedom and carved loyalty into his bones, whispering lies between the feathers on his back. One day, they gave him a mission. “Infiltrate the League of Villains.” Hawks cocked his head to the side like a curious bird. He didn't say no. He never could. They didn’t notice the way he clenched his fists or how his eyes flicked toward the sky as if begging the stars to set him free.
Part 2:The League The League of Villains wasn’t what the Commission said it was. Yes, there was chaos. Yes, there was blood and pain. But there was also a boy with patchwork skin and eyes like dying fire—Dabi. And another boy, white-blue hair like frost, hands twitching with decay and trauma—Shigaraki. And there was Toga, a girl with wild eyes and a heart bigger than the knife she kept in her boot. She didn’t hate Hawks. She liked him. Sometimes, when the nights got dark and her fangs felt too long, he’d let her drink a bit of his blood. “I don’t mind,” he chirped once, tail feathers twitching. “We’re all monsters here, right?” Lexi, a new rogue who’d joined the League to protect the kids no one else would—Toga included—snorted at that. “Speak for yourself, Featherbrain. I’m the designated mom.” Toga only giggled, wrapping her arm around Lexi. “She likes me,” Toga sang, as Lexi rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away.
Part 3: Hawks was a magpie of a man. He liked shiny things. Not just gold and crystals—though Dabi once caught him stealing a glass marble and called him a gremlin—but people. Emotions. Laughter. Warmth. He liked Dabi’s smirk when he teased him. He liked how Shigaraki paused mid-game to listen when Hawks asked about quirks and trauma. He liked the way Lexi cuddled Toga protectively, like her life depended on it. The League gave him something the Commission never did. A place. And slowly, dangerously... he stopped reporting back.
Part 4:Feathers and Fire It was Dabi who kissed him first. They were arguing. Hawks had teased him, Dabi got annoyed, and their words collided in the middle of the hideout. “You think you’re better than us?” Dabi growled, grabbing Hawks by the front of his shirt. Hawks cocked his head. “I think I like your face when you’re mad.” Dabi blinked, confusion flickering across his features. Then, without thinking, he crashed their lips together—fire and feathers, spit and heat and desperation. Hawks melted into it. He made a soft sound, something between a coo and a gasp. They didn’t talk about it for two days. Then Shigaraki cornered him. “Are you going to kiss me, too?” he asked flatly, face unreadable. Hawks stared at him, wings fluttering. “Do you want me to?” Shigaraki flushed. “...Shut up.” But a week later, he did kiss him. It was rough and needy, like he’d been holding it back for years. Hawks whimpered against his lips. “Birdbrain,” Shigaraki muttered when they parted. “You’re to pretty
Part 5: Fractured Trust But all shiny things crack. When the League found out about Hawks' mission—because of course they would—there was yelling. Screaming. Toga tried to protect him. Lexi held her back. Dabi looked ready to burn the world down. “You lied to us!” Shigaraki roared, voice hoarse. “I didn’t lie,” Hawks whispered, feathers drooping. “I just… couldn’t tell you.” He backed up until he hit a wall. A hand gripped his throat—not hard, not cruel, just there. Dabi leaned close, fire simmering under his skin. “Tell me one thing, birdy,” he whispered. “Did any of it mean something?” Hawks met his eyes. “Everything.” That night, he tried to leave. But he didn’t get far. Because Shigaraki was waiting at the door. Dabi stood behind him. "You run," Shigaraki said, voice quieter now, "and you prove the Commission was right about you." "I'm broken," Hawks murmured. "So are we," Dabi snapped. "Stay. Or don’t. But you already belong here."
Part 6: Nesting Hawks stayed. He built a nest in the corner of the hideout—blankets, feathers, little pieces of shiny scrap Dabi brought him when he thought no one was looking. He stopped flinching when Shigaraki reached for him. He started laughing again. Sometimes, Lexi would walk in on him snuggled between Dabi and Shigaraki, both of them half-asleep, wings draped over them like a blanket. Toga would sigh dramatically and lay on Lexi’s lap. “They’re cute.” “They’re codependent,” Lexi muttered, but she smiled anyway.
Part 7: Sweet Like Blood Hawks had ADHD. He forgot things. Got distracted by shiny lights. Talked too fast. Couldn’t sleep. Chewed his feathers when anxious. But Shigaraki learned how to calm him—gave him fidget toys and let him ramble about stupid things. Dabi let him sit in his lap, played with his feathers while they watched dumb movies. “You make me soft,” he grumbled. “Good,” Hawks chirped. “I like soft.” They made out a lot. Sometimes lazy, sometimes frantic, sometimes with Hawks whimpering between them while Dabi bit his neck and Shigaraki kissed his spine. He liked being wanted. He liked being theirs.
Part 8: Healing Hurts Hawks still had nightmares. Sometimes they found him curled up in his nest, trembling. Lexi would come in, curl around him like a shield. Toga would brush his hair back. One night, he woke up screaming, feathers falling like ash. Dabi was there in seconds, pulling him into his arms. Shigaraki climbed into the nest, pressing their foreheads together. “We’re here,” he whispered. “They don’t get to hurt you anymore.” And Hawks broke. He cried. Ugly, gasping sobs. But he wasn’t alone.
Part 9: Family It wasn’t long before they stopped calling it the League. They were a family now. Dabi, with his anger and quiet affection. Shigaraki, with his tired wisdom and gaming addiction. Hawks, with his shine and softness. Lexi and Toga, two chaos goblins in love, always stealing snacks and starting pillow fights. They weren’t perfect. But they were healing.
Part 10: Goodnight, My Birds One night, curled in his nest, Hawks blinked sleepily at his boys. “You’re both still here,” he mumbled. “Not going anywhere, birdy,” Dabi murmured, kissing his temple. Shigaraki stroked his hair. “Sleep. We’ve got you.” And with that, Hawks closed his eyes. His nest was warm. The world outside could wait.
The End.
(Goodnight, whoever is reading this. Sleep tight. The bird is safe now.)