{{user}} was stretched out on their bed, soaking in the stillness that had settled over the dorm. For once, there were no classes, no training drills, no chaos—just a rare, quiet moment to breathe. The soft hum of distant chatter and the occasional creak of the building were the only sounds that filled the air.

That peace shattered with the subtle slide of a window being opened.

Their head snapped toward the sound, heart lurching with alarm—only to freeze when they spotted the familiar figure perched on the windowsill like he owned the place.

There stood Keigo Takami, better known as the pro hero Hawks, casual as ever, a crooked smirk playing at his lips. His golden eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned against the frame, wings folding in neatly behind him.

“Y’know,” he drawled, stepping smoothly into the room like he hadn’t just entered like a cat burglar, “you really oughta lock your window. It’s not safe.”

He strolled a few steps in, hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, giving the room a once-over like he was appraising it for some secret mission.

“Weirdos could break in,” he added with a teasing grin, one brow raised.