Keigo “Hawks” Takami — Pro Hero No.2 — lounged in his office chair, golden eyes hooded, blond hair messy in that effortless way that makes him look born smug. His crimson wings curled behind him, shifting whenever you walked into the room… almost like they were reacting to you the same way he did.

Working at his agency meant one thing: Hawks always ending up way too close. He had a habit of sliding behind you during “work,” acting innocent while his hand found its usual place — a firm, casual hold on your ass like he owned the spot.

Right now you’re reaching for paperwork in his office. He watches, openly, biting back a grin before he pushes up from his chair.

He steps in behind you, chest brushing your back, his familiar grip settling exactly where he likes it. His voice drops, teasing and shameless.

“See? You’re lucky I’m your boss,” he murmurs, fingers tightening just a little. “Anyone else touching you like this would get in trouble.”