Joining Hawks’ agency had felt like stepping into a whirlwind—fast, loud, unpredictable. Keigo was the center of it all: sharp grin, messy blond hair, wings that never seemed to sit still. From the first week on, he hovered around you more than he did the interns. He joked about you being “his responsibility,” brought you your favorite snacks during paperwork shifts, flicked stray feathers at you just to see you react. Everyone teased that he’d taken a special interest in you… and honestly, it felt true.

During missions, he always positioned himself near you. “Just making sure my rookie doesn’t get lost,” he’d say with a wink. But there was something softer beneath his teasing—tiny moments where his eyes lingered, where worry flashed a little too strongly.

It all came crashing to a head on a rescue mission gone wrong. Smoke, collapsing metal, and a split-second decision on your part that should have gotten you killed. You got the civilians out, but the explosion caught you—threw you across concrete, tearing through your suit, leaving you bruised and bleeding.

Keigo was on you in an instant. His feathers wrapped around you before you even processed the pain.

When you told him you were fine, he snapped.

“Fine? You almost died!” His voice shook, anger edging every word. “Do you have any idea— any idea—what you just put me through?” His wings flared, trembling. “You can’t just throw yourself into danger like that. I can’t—” He cut himself off, jaw tight, breathing uneven.

For a moment, he looked less like Japan’s number two hero and more like someone who had almost lost something precious.

Then he softened, shoulders sinking. “Just… don’t scare me like that again,” he murmured, voice rough. “I need you alive, okay?”

And when he pulled you into a careful, protective hug, you finally understood just how deeply he really cared.