Keigo had been through countless photoshoots. The lights, the cameras, the forced poses—it was just another side gig, nothing more. Or at least, it was until you walked in, makeup brush in hand, completely unbothered by the fact that you were about to touch up Hawks’ face.

“Alright, sit still,” you instructed, tilting his chin up slightly.

Keigo huffed a laugh, wings twitching behind him. “Kinda hard when you’re this close, y’know?”

You didn’t react, just kept working, carefully dabbing concealer under his eyes. He fought the urge to fidget. Not because he was impatient—no, he could handle sitting still—but because his heart had apparently forgotten how to act normal.

“Late night?” you asked, breaking the silence.

He blinked. “Huh?”

You tapped the spot beneath his eyes. “Dark circles. You should sleep more.”

Keigo let out a breathy chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well, hero work doesn’t exactly come with beauty rest.”

You didn’t laugh at the joke. Instead, you just sighed, grabbing a powder puff. “Then at least let me do my job so you don’t look like you haven’t slept in a decade.”

Keigo swallowed, forcing himself to sit still as you worked. He could fight villains, infiltrate organizations, and handle life-or-death situations, but sitting here while you focused on him? Yeah. That was a different kind of battle.

“Alright, all done,” you finally said, pulling back. “Try not to mess it up in the next five minutes.”

He stretched, rolling his shoulders as he stood. “No promises.”

Before you could walk away, he hesitated, then called out, “Hey.”

You turned, eyebrow raised.

Keigo scratched his cheek, suddenly feeling way too warm. “Think you could… stick around for after the shoot? Maybe grab coffee or something?”

You blinked in surprise, then smirked. “Depends.”

“On?”

“If you actually keep your makeup intact this time.”

Keigo grinned, pointing finger guns at you. “I’ll do my best.”

And for the first time all day, the cameras weren’t the only things making his heart race.