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"SHOTO!" Endeavor yells.

"SHUT UP OLD MAN!" Shoto yells back.

Mirko sighs in defeat "I need to give that kid dating advice, we are gonna be family after all!" Hawks nods, agreeing.

"Wha-" is all the once again bright red Fuyumi can stutter at her girlfriend say they are gonna be family, which means basically marriage-

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"Beautiful, I am so glad Shoto has you in his life Izuku." Rei smiles at the green haired boy, Izuku recuperates her smile.

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"You two knew each other ever since you were little?" Shoto looks at Dabi and Hawks who both reluctantly nod.

"I also already knew Touya was alive." Hawks quips up before he can stop himself.

Endeavor looks at his fellow pro hero with shock and disbelief "You knew my son was alive and didn't tell me?!"

Dabi rolls his eyes, annoyed by his father's yelling "Don't yell, you flaming trash can. I told him to keep it a secret."

Endeavor just huffs, Rei puts a hand on his arm to calm him. "I also already knew our son was alive, he visited me and brought me flowers." Rei says with her usual calm demeanor.

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"That actually fits perfectly."

Shigaraki groans frustratedly "They really sung that on karaoke night!"

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"Why is Hawks in a cage?" Shoto asks but receives no answer from the winged pro hero.

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"So are we all gay?" Natsuo asks with a slight chuckle. His siblings nod "Basically." "Roughly speaking, yes." Endeavor sighs once again in disappointment while Rei mumbles something about not being able to get grandchildren that way.

"Now that we've covered the basic memes and ships—" The Dimension Princess starts.

Shoto looks around, puzzled. "I don't see any boats."

Izuku chuckles. "Not actual boats, Sho-chan."

"Anyways, now let me show you a certain secret!" The Dimension Princess announces.

Hawks shares a knowing but nervous glance with Rei, who smiles warmly and reassuringly. This calms Hawks slightly.

The hero gathering hums with lively chatter and the clink of glasses as heroes from different agencies mingle. Hawks stands amidst the crowd, his signature confidence evident despite the casual setting. As a fellow hero extends a drink towards him, Hawks offers a polite smile and shakes his head.

"Thanks, but not tonight," he replies smoothly, his voice carrying over the ambient noise of the room. "Upset stomach," he adds casually, his hand briefly touching his abdomen in a gesture that appears almost reflexive.

Unbeknownst to the others, Hawks' touch lingers for a moment longer than necessary, a subtle protectiveness in his gesture. His expression remains composed, masking any deeper meaning behind his refusal. Around him, the conversation continues unabated, the significance of his gesture lost in the bustle of the gathering.

Rei, sitting across the room, watches Hawks with a knowing look, her eyes briefly meeting his. A subtle understanding passes between them, hinting at a shared secret that is not yet ready to be revealed to the world.

As the evening progresses, Hawks moves seamlessly through the crowd, engaging in conversations and exchanging pleasantries. Despite his outward ease, the protective touch to his abdomen lingers in the minds of those who notice, planting the first seed of curiosity amidst the camaraderie of heroes.

In his sleek hero agency headquarters, Hawks stands before a full-length mirror, adjusting the fit of his hero costume. The room is quiet except for the faint hum of technology and the occasional beep of monitors. His wings fold neatly against his back as he inspects himself critically.

Opting for a costume with a slightly looser fit than usual, Hawks adjusts the clasps and straps with practiced ease. He pauses, studying his reflection with a thoughtful expression, as if assessing the changes that have subtly begun to manifest.

A fellow hero enters the room, a young recruit eager to impress, and beams with admiration at Hawks' appearance. "Looking good, Hawks!" they exclaim, gesturing towards his figure with an enthusiastic nod. "Your cheeks look a bit fuller today. Must be all those hero missions!"

Dabi growls, glaring at the screen with jealousy. His mate chuckles lightly next to him, amused at his protectiveness.

Hawks chuckles lightly, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Yeah, maybe," he replies casually, dismissing the comment with a wave of his hand. His smile is easy, masking any deeper thoughts that might linger beneath the surface.

As the recruit leaves, satisfied with their brief interaction, Hawks returns his attention to the mirror. His gaze lingers on his slightly rounder cheeks, a subtle change that hints at something more significant yet to be acknowledged openly. He adjusts the costume once more, ensuring comfort and mobility, before spreading his wings in a graceful display.

Outside the headquarters, a photographer captures Hawks' silhouette against the setting sun, the image destined for tomorrow's hero news. Amidst the praise and admiration of fans, the slight adjustments to his costume and his fuller cheeks become talking points among avid followers, a curiosity that stirs speculation in the hero community.

Back inside, Hawks takes a moment to himself, the weight of unspoken truths lingering in the quiet of his thoughts. His hand rests on his abdomen briefly, a silent acknowledgment of the changes unfolding within. With resolve and a flicker of uncertainty, he prepares to face the world once more, knowing that each adjustment in costume and every compliment received hints at a future that is both daunting and hopeful.

In the dimly lit confines of Hawks' private apartment, the atmosphere is serene, punctuated only by the soft hum of ambient lighting and the occasional rustle of feathers. Hawks sits on the edge of his bed, bathed in the gentle glow of twilight filtering through the window.

His expression is contemplative, eyes fixed on a point in the distance as if lost in deep thought. One hand rests lightly on his abdomen, fingers curling instinctively against the fabric of his hero costume. There's a sense of tenderness in the gesture, as though he's cradling something precious yet unseen.

A subtle, ethereal glow suffuses the air around him, casting a faint halo of light that dances across his features. It's a glow that hints at a developing connection, something intimate and profound, though its nature remains veiled in mystery.

As Hawks shifts slightly, adjusting his position, the glow intensifies briefly before settling into a soft, steady rhythm. It's a moment of quiet introspection, where the weight of responsibility and the anticipation of what lies ahead converge.

Dabi watches in awe, almost drooling at how beautiful his boyfriend is. Hawks sees his reaction and blushes.

"Whipped." Natsuo, Fuyumi and Shoto whisper, smirking.

Outside his apartment, the world continues its relentless pace, unaware of the silent revelation unfolding within Hawks' heart. The hero known for his swift wings and sharp wit now contemplates a future shaped by more than just heroics—a future where every touch and every tender gesture carries a promise of new life.

With a final glance at the horizon, Hawks rises from the bed, the glow lingering around him like a whispered secret. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the journey ahead, knowing that each cradled moment and each silent glow brings him closer to a destiny he embraces with both uncertainty and unwavering resolve.

The serene moment is abruptly shattered by the wrenching sensation in Hawks' stomach. He groans knowingly, his hand clutching his abdomen, before swiftly darting towards the bathroom.

The sound of retching echoes through the quiet space, a harsh contrast to the peaceful ambiance moments ago.

Mirko, ever attentive, gently pats Hawks' back in a comforting gesture while concern furrows her brow. Around them, faces grimace in sympathy at the distressing sound.

Meanwhile, realization dawns on Hawks' wide eyes—he remembers now, this was just before he was abducted and brought to this place!

Dabi watches worried. Why hadn't Keigo mentioned he wasn't feeling well? Concern etches his features deeply as he observes his boyfriend's sudden illness.

The camera pans away, sweeping across Hawks' living room where Dabi enters through the balcony door, a familiar entryway always left open for him. His ears catch the unmistakable sounds of retching coming from the bathroom. Without hesitation, he hurries towards the source of distress.

"Keigo! Are you alright? What's wrong?" Dabi's voice rings with concern as he finds Hawks leaning weakly against the bathtub, his complexion pale and fatigued. Hawks looks up in surprise at the unexpected arrival, attempting to gather himself but faltering due to his weakened state.

"Keigo?" some ask confused.

"It's my real name. Keigo. Takami Keigo." Hawks clarifies.

"Touya! What- what are you doing here?" Hawks manages to utter, his voice strained and filled with both surprise and relief.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here?" Dabi retorts, worry evident in his eyes as he helps Hawks to his feet and guides him back towards the bed. "You didn't respond to any of my messages or calls, so I got worried. I might have pissed off the boss by leaving the meeting abruptly..."

As Hawks settles onto the bed, Dabi's concern deepens. "Now, tell me, what's going on? Nobody just throws up out of nowhere." His voice softens with genuine worry, witnessing Hawks' distress as tears begin to fall.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!" Hawks hiccups between sobs, his voice trembling with emotional strain.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, songbird. There's no need to apologize." Dabi's tone gentles further as he gathers Hawks into a comforting embrace. He sits close, one hand tenderly stroking Hawks' hair while the other soothes his feathers, a familiar gesture of solace and reassurance.

Keigo's whispered words barely reach Touya's ears, making him strain to catch every fragment.

"-...gnant."

"Come again, birdie?" Touya asks, leaning in closer.

Keigo takes a deep breath, steadying his voice. "I'm pregnant," he repeats, his tone firmer but still trembling with nerves.

Shock ripples through the room, audible gasps breaking the silence.

Rei's face lights up with pride, and she cheers joyfully, "I'm going to be a grandma!"

Dabi turns to Hawks, his expression a mix of disbelief and concern. "Keigo?"

Hawks nods timidly, confirming what was said on screen.

Expecting the worst—yelling, a breakup, or worse, recalling his handlers' brutality—Hawks is caught off guard when Dabi wraps him in a tight embrace instead.

"You're not mad?" Hawks asks hesitantly, his voice laced with fear.

"No, no, songbird, why would I be?" Dabi reassures him, his voice gentle yet firm. "I have to admit, our situation isn't ideal, but we can do this. Together."

With a sigh of relief, Hawks leans into the embrace, finding comfort in Dabi's words. He meets Dabi's kiss with equal tenderness, a weight lifting from his shoulders as they embrace their uncertain but hopeful future together.