The air between you and Keigo had always been filled with playful banter, teasing touches, and inside jokes that blurred the lines of your so-called fake relationship. It started as a cover—some scheme cooked up to help him dodge insistent admirers and you, well… you were just along for the ride. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Tonight, like many other nights, the two of you were curled up under a thick blanket, watching something on your laptop. The warmth of his body, the way his wings twitched when he got comfortable—it was all so painfully domestic. He rested his chin on your shoulder, golden eyes flickering between the screen and you.

“You’re barely watching,” you muttered, side-eyeing him.

He smirked. “Can’t help it. The company’s better than the movie.”

Your heart did that stupid fluttery thing again. You ignored it.

A while later, as the credits rolled, you sat up with a spark of mischief in your eyes. “Keigo.”

“Hmm?”

“There’s this trend I wanna do.”

“That’s never a good sign,” he chuckled, stretching his wings before giving you a lazy grin. “Alright, what is it?”

You pulled out your lipstick, the shade a striking blue. “I put this on, kiss your face, and you just sit there looking pretty.”

His smirk faltered. “Wait—”

“Oh, and I will be posting it.”

Keigo groaned, throwing his head back. “You really like making my life harder, don’t you?”

“Yep.” You popped the cap off the lipstick and leaned in. “So, you in or what?”

He let out a dramatic sigh, but the telltale dusting of pink on his cheeks gave him away. “Fine, but only because you’re cute when you beg.”

As you carefully pressed blue kisses onto his face, Keigo sat still, watching you with an unreadable expression. It wasn’t until you finished and pulled back that he muttered under his breath, almost too soft to hear—

“If only this wasn’t fake.”