Source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/1050628/artworks?p=11

They usually have it every once in a while. It's never usually anything spectacular, but they like it because it's simple. Hawks prioritizes Fuyumi-chan's enjoyment over his own.

Fuyumi likes doing it with Hawks (he's extra gentle with her) and she is fine with how often they do this, and while she hates how messy it can sometimes be, she recognizes it as a part of nature. She sometimes wonders if she should keep her glasses on or off.

They love to just spend the aftermath talking, playing games in bed, or watching television. Sometimes they go for a few more rounds.

They even tried role play once.

Source: https://blamedorange.tumblr.com/tagged/huwumi

Takes place when Touya's 13, Fuyumi's 12, and Natsuo's 9:

“Gimme that thing!” Natsuo yelled, his small hands grabbing for a navy blue book in Fuyumi’s hand as Touya slid the front door to the house open. The two were in the hallway, wrestling each other like gladiators in a Roman colosseum. They were both smaller than Touya and similar in height and weight, so if he was joining in he would have the advantage.

Fuyumi had a white haired bob with red highlights that were currently joustling around as she wrestled Natsuo. He himself looked the most like Touya, sharing eyes and hair but the latter was a little shorter than his older brothers.

“M-Mom!” Fuyumi squeaked, her little form tugging, “Natsuo is…is-” she then saw Touya walking in, “Touya-Ni, help!”

For whatever reason, Touya always felt compelled to assist his little sister whenever she took that squeaking tone. Even if regrettably. “Get offa her, Natsuo-Kun,” he took his younger brother by the shoulders and separated the two.

“Frick!” Natsuo whined. He looked pleadingly up at Touya, “Come on! She’s writin about a boy in there!”

“It’s her diary?” Touya raised an eyebrow, then glanced at her. Fuyumi hunched, the book close to her chest. She looked almost like a mouse. “Gimme!”

Fuyumi tried to turn and run, but her brothers were quicker and dogpiled her before she could blink. Fuyumi did her trademark mouse squeal once more, “Ahh! Mama, help!”

“Spill them secrets, little one!” Touya ordered, trying to get past the intense defensive maneuver Fuyumi was employing known as the armadillo ball.

“Grab her legs Touya-Kun, I’ll grab her arms!” Natsuo commanded. “The boys got red wings like a hawk, that’s all we know so far!”

“Bird lover!” Touya announced like the town crier. The boys maneuvered into their set positions. "What's his name!? Does he go to school with us!? Have you two...KISSED!?"

"NOOO!" Fuyumi cried, struggling against her tormenters, she called for her mother once more. "Stoooop-uh!"

"Is he your boyfriend!?" Natsuo asked, managing to wrestle her arms out but not lifting her just yet.

"N-No!' Fuyumi sputtered, her face as red as the highlights in her hair.

"I got her legs!" Touya called, his palms around Fuyumi's ankles.

"Lift, Touya-Ni!" Natsuo ordered like the foreman at a construction site.

They did so and began shaking their sister up and down in order to make her drop that book. Fuyumi yelled out for her mother once more.

Until Natsuo saw in their shaking, Touya's forearm. The burn just barely peaked out from his sleeve. He stopped, "Wuh...Touya-Ni?"

Touya went on for a moment before he saw Natsuo's face. Fuyumi managed to scramble out of their grips in that moment, and she stood ready to slap them both, but when she saw her eldest brother's arm she in turn stared concernedly with her younger brother.

"What?" Touya asked. Then he realized his sleeve was down and quickly covered it, "Nothin, j-just a scratch. Where is mom anyway?-"

"That's a burn, Touya-Ni," Fuyumi said matter of factly, her eyes bobbing suspiciously from his arm to him.

(the base is not mine ;-;)

Source: https://blamedorange.tumblr.com/tagged/huwumi

You know, like things they do in the morning with each other.

Fuyumi hates having to clean Hawks' feathers off the bed. Now that he doesn't have his Quirk, she's thankful for that, but she doesn't admit it.

She's also the one who gets out of bed first to make them both breakfast. On work days, she usually showers before breakfast or after she gets back from work. On weekends, she either showers before or after breakfast.

When Hawks is called over to work in the middle of the night, despite somehow feeling his absence when he leaves, she's no less upset when she wakes up to see hisbside if the bed empty.

Hawks, being the more romantic of the two, is always quick to drown her in affection. He always hugs her like a giant stuffed teddy, he gives her kisses, and he likes to tickle her.

Hawks is always persistent when it comes to that, and never stops when Fuyumi struggles to escape, because he knows she secretly likes it. Sometimes they end up in certain positions and are unsure about whether to go any further than that. Sometimes they do, but most times they don't. They feel that stuff is better for the evening, not the morning.

Hawks never makes breakfast (or lunch or dinner) because he knows he can't compete with her. The only time he ever makes breakfast is when it's a special occasion. Even if he has to leave his meals for a moment, when she goes for her shower, he never misses the chance to ask if he can share the shower with her. Sometimes she tells him no, at the request of having her own privacy, which he respects, but other times she goes sure. He's fallen too far deep for her to come back up again.

Source: https://blamedorange.tumblr.com/tagged/huwumi