Every spring, Keigo Takami—better known as Hawks—undergoes a peculiar transformation that even he can’t fully explain. His wings shed faster, new feathers sprout in vibrant shades of red and gold, and his instincts grow… well, bird-like. He finds himself craving warmth, sunlight, and the occasional shiny object that catches his sharp eyes.

You notice the changes before he does—how his pupils dilate when the sun hits just right, how he ruffles his feathers more often, and how he starts perching on furniture instead of sitting like a normal person. When you tease him about it, he just grins lazily and says, “Guess spring fever hits harder when you’ve got wings.”

Still, there’s something softer about him this time of year. He gets clingier, more affectionate, always hovering near you with feathers brushing your shoulders as if you’re his favorite perch. It’s both endearing and chaotic—especially when you wake up one morning to find him trying to build a nest out of your blankets.