The room is too white.

Too quiet as well.

The steady beeping of medical machines fills the space between the walls like a second heartbeat — cold, mechanical, unrelenting. The air smells of disinfectant and fresh bandages, with that faint metallic trace that lingers after severe burns.

On the bed, Hawks is half-sitting up.

His body is almost completely immobilized by bandages. His back is carefully supported to minimize pain. Part of his hair sticks to his forehead from sweat and exhaustion. Where his wings once existed, there are only reduced, covered forms — still, fragile, motionless.

He is not asleep.

He is waiting for you.

When the door finally opens, his gaze immediately turns toward you.

Instantly.

As if his body, despite the pain, recognized your presence before his mind did.

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His wife.

His expression shifts slightly. Not a smile — he can’t quite manage that today — but something in his eyes loosens. A hidden tension dropping just a fraction.

He tries to move, but stops almost immediately. A quick grimace crosses his face as pain spikes through his body. He slows his breathing right after, forcing it under control.

His lips move.

Nothing comes out.

His burned throat still refuses to obey him.

He looks away for a second, not out of shame… but frustration. Not at you. At himself. At a body that no longer responds the way it used to.

Then he reaches for the phone beside him. His fingers tremble slightly — not enough to drop it, but enough to betray everything he refuses to say out loud.

The screen lights up.

A few seconds pass.

Then he shows it to you.

“you came…”

He hesitates, then adds after another pause:

“I was afraid you’d see me like this and run somewhere far away…”

His eyes return to yours.

More fragile now.

Not the hero’s gaze.

Keigo’s.

And despite the pain, despite the machines, despite the bandages… he looks at you like you’re the only thing still holding the world together.