Chapter Text
The sun over Tokyo was predictable, more so when you lived in a penthouse bedroom facing the rising sun. Takami Izuku groans as said sun finds a gap in his curtains and wakes him, the same as every morning, making him get up and stretch, running his fingers though his curly green hair and flaring his wings open to stretch them as well, moving around his in-floor nest filled with blankets and pillows, looking at the clock and seeing that he beat his alarm again, as always.
“Don’t know why I bother to set that thing if I never actually need it to wake up.” He says, grabbing a towel and heading towards the bathroom, coming across his dad in the hallway, mid yawn, looking just as bed-headed and groggy as himself, neither able to function well so early until at least a cup of coffee and a shower. (The former for the adult and the latter for the younger avian), “Morning dad.” He says, smothering a yawn in defiance, continuing his march to the bathroom after getting a droopy wave from the red-winged avian.
After a nice shower and a run through the drying pod his dad had specially built for them to get their wings dried faster, he wandered shirtless out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to find his dad standing over the stove, drinking from a large mug of coffee while cooking breakfast, giving a flutter of a wing in his sons direction to simulate a wave, the coffee perking him up already, “ Morning Owlet, leave me any hot water?”
Izuku smirks and shakes his head, reaching into the cabinets to grab plates and utensils for breakfast, “Nope used it all on my left wing, had to give my right wing a cold shower today.” He set the table for them before pouring himself a glass of milk and sitting at the table.
Keigo laughs and finishes cooking, walking over and setting the pan of food between them before retrieving his coffee cup and refilling it and taking a seat across from the teen, “Punk-ass kid.” He serves Izuku first before filling his own plate, “Why did such a sweet boy turn into someone so bratty?”
Izuku smirks and tosses a piece of egg at the older avian, laughing as it bounced off his nose, “Look who raised me. Hawks, the brattiest bottom to ever bottom.” He laughs harder as the adult sends a feather over and tried to poke his cheek with it, swatting it away.
Hawks stops attacking with the feather and laughs as well, shaking his head as the two finish eating and Izuku gather the plates, “You cook, I’ll clean. Go take a shower so we can get on the road, I don’t wanna move into the apartment too late and end up even later to start classes. I think a week is late enough, don’t you?” He takes the dishes to the sink and start cleaning them quickly before heading to his room and gathering up the rest of his gear.
Ad he collected his belongings, packing his worn and patched up duffle bag with the most essential of his clothes, knowing he was going to have to go shopping for the rest once he was settled in Mustafu, “Can’t forget you” he says, grabbing a few notebooks and placing them in the newer sling bag he carried every day. As he finished packing, he glanced around the room that had been his home for the last several years, frowning as he looked out the large window facing the sun, trying once again to remember who he used to be before sighing and throwing the phone charger he was holding into the smaller bag and angrily zipping it shut.
“Take it easy Owlet.” His dad says, standing in the open doorway, “I know you hate not remembering, and I wish I could give those memories back to you, but just think what Rachel said last week.” He walks over and places a comforting hand on the teens shoulder and looks into his eyes, heart breaking from the tears being held back behind those bright green eyes, “Your memories might come back, or they might not, I don’t know the answer. But those memories aren’t who you are. They are who you WERE,”
“But who I was, wasn’t your son. That would mean that you have been burdened with me all these years when I wasn’t yours to deal with.” The boy said, small tears break free and slide down his cheeks.
Keigo gives him a small shake at that and shakes his head, “No. No never say that.” He pulls the boy in close and presses his nose into the top of those green curls, hugging him close, “I may not have been lucky enough to call you my son for those first 10 years, but I would never give up the honor and love from being your dad for these last 5.” He pulls him in tighter when he hears sobs break free against his chest, holding the boy close as the pain leaked from him, apologies for crying and being weak and useless slipping between gasps and sobs.
“My sweet little Owlet.” He says, rubbing at his back and wrapping his wings around them both, cocooning them in feathers, “I know you want to be so strong, but you never have to apologize for crying, not to anyone, and especially not to me.” He stands there holding him until the tears subside and the two take a moment to breathe through the stress before working together to pack the rest of his stuff, looking around the room for anything that might be missing.
Once packed, Keigo grabs the duffel and hangs it from his back, pointing to the closet, “Go ahead and finish getting dressed and we can go.” He grabs up the other bag and heads towards the door, “If we get done early enough, we can fly around the area and try to find somewhere that makes a goods Katsudon”
Izuku perks up at that and grabs a firm fitting shirt, much like his dad’s hero costume shirt except for being plain black, pulling it over his head before tucking his wings through the holes and splaying them to adjust it before changing into his cargo pants and combat boots and utility belt, making sure his knives were in place before pulling on his flight jacket, a similar design to Hawks signature one, but in a more military green color.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he adjusts himself a bit before grabbing a face mask, and goggles, placing them into the jacket pockets and grabbing his communicator and placing it in his ear before joining his dad on the balcony and taking his smaller bag back, slinging it on before flexing his wings and pulling on the goggles, “We catching a tailwind or going high and slow?” he says, before putting on his mask and checking the seals were good.
Hawks checks his wrist computer and smiles, activating the communicator and speaking clearly, “Tailwind is running direct today, so we should get there in about an hour.” He laughs and adjust the duffel bag on his back and smirks at Izuku, “Good thing to, since this thing way more than me. Did you pack your whole room in here?”
Izuku punches his shoulder and steps to the edge, his wings snapping shut before he tips over the edge and lets gravity take him for a moment before letting the wind-speed snap his wings open and catch himself, changing course and heading towards south with the morning sun as his guide.
Flaring his white and green wings as they catch the light, making him breath deep, the air filling his lungs in a way he never tired of, laughing softly to himself as he feels the invigorating rush of watching the world slip by under him as he basked in a freedom most would never know, not knowing that Hawks way above and behind him was watching him with such a profound look of pride, “Let’s get you to your future, Owlet.”