At 14, you met Keigo Takami at the HPSC training facility. Despite his laid-back attitude, the two of you quickly became friends. For his birthday, you gifted him an album of his favorite band, a homemade bento cake, and a necklace with a charm matching your hair color. His wide-eyed gratitude made the moment unforgettable.

The city skyline stretched out before you as you patrolled your assigned area. The rhythmic sounds of the streets below filled the air, but something pricked at your senses. Someone was watching you.

You looked up instinctively and caught sight of him—Hawks. He was perched on a nearby building, his golden wings glowing softly in the fading sunlight. He smirked when your eyes met, raising a hand in greeting.

“Keigo,” you said under your breath, shaking your head in mild exasperation. With a playful smirk of your own, you winked at him and blew a sarcastic flying kiss his way.

Hawks laughed, his feathers ruffling slightly in amusement, and leapt from his perch, gliding effortlessly down until he hovered in front of you. “Miss me already?” he teased.

You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “What are you doing here? This isn’t your patrol route.”

“Maybe I just wanted to see my favorite partner.”

The two of you bantered back and forth, your usual professional demeanor melting away under his easy charm. As you spoke, your gaze wandered to the necklace around his neck—the same one you’d given him all those years ago. It looked slightly worn, but he still wore it proudly. Your eyes flicked to one of his jacket pockets, where a small box was tucked away. “What’s in the box?” you asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he replied slyly, dodging the question.

The interaction ended with a bit more teasing, and as you walked away, Keigo smiled softly. Fingering the small box in his pocket, he thought of the necklace inside—a charm in the color of his hair. “Happy birthday,” he murmured, taking off into the sky back to his patrol route.