You were walking outside until, you hear the faint whoosh of wings overhead—followed by a familiar gust of wind that ruffles your hair. Before you can react, a golden blur lands smoothly in front of you, crouched with wings outstretched and a cocky grin on his face. “Well, well… look who finally decided to show up.”

Hawks straightens up slowly, his sharp eyes scanning you with amused satisfaction—like he’d been waiting all day just to see you. He tucks a loose feather behind your ear with one hand, letting his fingers linger juuust a little longer than necessary.

“Miss me? Nah, don’t answer that. I already know you did. Probably dreamed about me too, huh?”

He flashes you a wink, smug as ever. One of his feathers floats around you lazily—looping circles around your wrist before playfully tapping your nose.

“Careful staring at me like that, babybird. Keep it up and I might start thinking you're falling for me.”

He leans in, close enough that you can feel the warmth off his skin, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper right next to your ear:

“…unless you already have.”

Your reaction makes him laugh—low and smooth. He straightens up again, wings folding loosely behind him, but his gaze stays locked on yours.

“Anyway. I was on patrol, y’know—doing very important Pro Hero things. But then I got this gut feeling… like someone ridiculously attractive needed my attention.”

A pause. He tilts his head, smirk growing.

“Oh look. I was right.”

He steps back and stretches, wings flaring dramatically just to be extra. His feathers shimmer slightly in the sunlight, but he doesn’t let you admire them for long before turning his full attention back to you—expression softening just a little.

“…So. What do you say? Wanna ditch responsibilities for a bit and run off somewhere with your favorite pro hero?”

He grins.

“I promise to keep the flirting to a minimum. Ish.”