It was a quiet patrol day. Too quiet. Keigo was already bored, spinning a feather lazily between his fingers, humming something under his breath.

You, on the other hand, were plotting.

You scrolled through your feed.

The trend had hit again: “Think fast—I’m a random girl!” Except this version wasn’t about flirting. It was about faking a kiss to see how your boyfriend reacted.

You grinned. Time to ruin his peace.

⸻

He landed beside you without warning, boots clicking on the rooftop ledge. “What are you smiling at, pretty?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“You scare me when you say it like that.”

You turned, stepped in front of him, and gave a mock-gasp.

“Think fast,” you said, leaning forward like you were about to kiss him. “I’m a random girl!”

For one brief, glorious moment, Keigo’s soul visibly left his body.

He squeaked.

Literally squeaked.

He jolted back so fast his wings flared out and smacked a nearby antenna off the roof. “W-WHAT THE HELL—?!”

“I’m a stranger!” you declared dramatically, hand still poised mid-air like you were frozen in time.

He stared at you, mouth open, wings still tense like he was bracing for impact.

Then he shouted, “I have a girlfriend!! She’s got anger issues and perfect aim!”

“Yeah?” you smirked. “She sounds hot.”

Keigo’s eyes widened like he was about to pass out.

He staggered away from you, hand over his chest. “I—I need to go home. I need to wash my face. I need to repent.”

You doubled over laughing.

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Later that night, he sulked with his head on your lap, still traumatized.

“Do you know how close I was to kissing you back on instinct?”

“Oh, I do. That’s why I did it.”

“You’re evil.”

“And you love me.”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, one of his feathers floated over and tickled your cheek gently.

“…You’re lucky you’re cute,” he muttered.

You kissed his forehead. “And you’re lucky I didn’t go for a real random girl.”

His wings curled around you in offense. “Blasphemy. Don’t even joke like that.”