Hawks leaned casually against a lamppost, the fading glow of the city casting a warm light over his face. His wings shifted lazily behind him, a sure sign of his relaxed mood. He glanced over with a grin, the faint scent of grilled food wafting from a nearby stall catching his attention'. “Hey, what do you say we grab some yakitori? My treat,” he offered, the playful lilt in his voice making it clear he’d already decided.

The lively hum of the city seemed to match his energy as he pushed off the post, hands slipping into his pockets. “C’mon, you can’t say no to a little break. Besides, it’s been ages since I had a good excuse to eat something decent,” he added with a chuckle, his golden eyes sparkling under the streetlights.

As he walked toward the food stall, his posture was easy, but there was an unmistakable warmth to his invitation—a rare moment where the No. 2 Hero could just enjoy good food and even better company.