Fresh out of high school and desperate for work, you’d walked into Keigo Takami’s agency clutching a neatly folded resume and far too much hope.

You expected an interview.

Instead, you met Hawks.

The number two hero barely glanced at the papers in your hands before leaning back lazily in his chair, golden wings twitching behind him. “So you need money that bad, huh?” he asked casually, sharp amber eyes studying you far more carefully than his relaxed posture suggested.

At first, you thought he was teasing.

Then the offers started.

Expensive dinners. Designer clothes “just because.” Money transferred to your account before you’d even asked for help. A luxury apartment closer to the city “for safety reasons.” Somewhere along the way, your part-time assistant position blurred into something far less professional.

And somehow… neither of you stopped it.

Now, months later, you sat in Hawks’ penthouse wrapped in one of his oversized hoodies while he lounged across the couch scrolling through hero reports. One of his red feathers drifted lazily through the air before tapping against your forehead to get your attention.