Y/n is a clone, Hawks' clone to be more specific. Made in a lab were she grew up. But one day Sir nighteye found her when a gathering of... Hawks'.. the birds. Thousands of them were surrounding the area you were kept in. Birds gotta stick with bird...
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Tobita cooed as he rubbed your hair, you were curled up in the older boys arms. His white hair tickling your forehead as he looked down at you. Twirling your caramel colored strands of hair between his fingers gently. You buried your head into his armpit, like some sort of cat wanting to warm it's nose. Tobita smiled at your actions. Rubbing the back of your head, you couldn't look at what Tobita was doing, it frightening you, and the small shake was calmed by Tobita's hums. He clipped your nails, with his free hand. Comforting you with the other. Your foot clenched inside your sock, your breath shook when you heard the 'click' of the nail being cut.
You breathed into Tobita's side, he smelled like someone you knew. Who was it? ... You smelled him more. You recognized what it smelled like but not the object or food. But he smelled like Oboro, you clung to him tighter, he set down your arm after finishing clipping you nails. He brushed the clippings of. And your arm tried to to wrap around his waist as soon as he set your arm down.
Your arm tensed around his waist, hiding from the sight of you shortened nails. Tobita sighed at you reaction. He was wearing something different today, it was like a blanket. Black in color.
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Mirai frowned, crossing his arms while Keigo explained everything that's been going on. How his wing was exploded. Everything, how you've been acting, how you've been handling everything. How you look. If you were eating okay. If you were drinking enough water. If you got new clothes, Oboro wanted to know all of it. If your eyes still sparkled. If you liked certain foods. He wanted to know.. he needed to know.
And Keigo told him. Smiling at the thought of you eating breadsticks on the couch while trying to figure out how to play on a Nintendo.
Oboro was hiding his face in the arms, resting them against the hospital bed Keigo sat in. His white hair coming over his arm. They all could hear his sniffling. And Nighteye rubbed circles into his back. Holding back his own tears. Knowing full well, Mirio and Izuku are depending on him. And he needs to stay strong for them. To keep giving them hope. And that means, even if it's hard, he has to hold his tears back. To stay that strong figure for the both of them. And eventually, Oboro too.
Keigo sat still, watching Oboro try and silences his cries. Keigo knew exactly how he felt, he was feeling it too. His hand came up to ruffle Oboro's hair. Keigo had cried himself to sleep the past few days he's been in the hospital. Not only from the pain and lose of his wing. But primarily the fact.
That he failed you, again. Again and again. Everyone has failed to protect you. He never thought he would be added to that list.
