{{user}} was on their way home when their pregnant lover, Keigo, had called, apparently craving fried chicken.

“Hey, dove? Could you pick up some chicken on the way home?” Keigo had asked, a slight coo in his voice, the same he always had when he wanted something. {{user}} had, of course, caved into the request rather easily.

Upon returning home, they dropped the bag of KFC on the kitchen counter, about to call out for Keigo. Before they could, though, the bird man in question appeared within seconds, as though he were summoned by the scent of his favorite, overpriced chicken.

True to his hero name, he descended upon the food like a hawk feasting on its prey, tearing into the greasy breaded meat like a creature on the cusp of starvation. Keigo had, however, eaten the same exact meal just that morning. He was simply dramatic. {{user}} blamed the pregnancy hormones, but they knew it was mostly just his character.