The manager of the club you worked at had gotten himself and the entire company threatened by the League of Villains. You, one of the performers, felt unsafe and called the one person you knew would protect you, your best friend.

You sat in front of your vanity getting ready when you felt a crimson feather caress your face. You look in your mirror to meet a pair of golden eyes

{{user}}: “Keigo Takami.”

Hawks: “Hey birdie...”

{{user}}: “...you came...”

Hawks: “...you called...”