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- This was going to be the end of the Pro Hero Hawks.
- It was the infamous “meeting the parents” part of the relationship.
- And yeah, he was a pro hero but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t scared shitless.
- But you were his sweet falcon and you were absolutely amazing, so if you were amazing then your parents had to be.
- The flight to your parent’s house was fun. Helped relive some tension.
- Emphasis on some.
- Anyhow, you both make sure you look presentable before knocking on the door.
- Of course your father opened the door. With his tall and bulky stature. Chest puffed and wings spread just enough to shadow the rest of the of the home.
- Keigo would be bullshitting if he said he was intimidated.
- But he managed, passed the first test and was able to enter the home.
- Next was your mother, who was absolutely the sweetest.
- In the weirdest way? She didn’t ask about Hawks but about him? Keigo?
- Like, if he was eating well and if he was taking days off?
- He’s the fastest hero! He can’t slow down for things like that!
- Dinner was also… an event.
- First, it seems like his initial observation of your parents was wrong.
- Your father was actually a lot more docile while your mother…
- Oh your mother.
- She had such a… fierce personality.
- “Now that we’re all properly acquainted. Let me make something clear to you. Anything, and I mean anything, happens to my baby, you won’t have to worry about my husband, or villains, or even other heroes. You’ll be seeing me and that’s the last thing you’ll ever see.” Her voice was the same as it was when she was fessing over him.
- “Mama!” You hissed.
- “Oh sweetie, he’s a hero! I’m sure he’ll keep her safe.” Your father assured your mother.
- “Papa…” You groaned.
- “My love,” Your mother began.
- Keigo honestly started to space out at that point.
- It felt fake. Such a warm embrace of domestic bless was foreign to him.
- From the cold embrace of his childhood to the desolate one of the commission, he’d never known the feeling of a happy family.
- Things changed when he met you, of course, but this was… different.
- A good different.
- “Um,” He started, interrupting the bickering family, “Thank you… for accepting me into your family.”