The city was quiet, the only sounds being the occasional car passing by and the rustling of Keigo’s wings as he walked beside you. Midnight strolls were your thing—long walks where the world felt smaller, where he didn’t have to be Hawks, and you didn’t have to be anything but yourself.

“You ever think about how weird it is that we do this?” you mused, pulling your hoodie tighter around you. You both had unknowingly grabbed nearly identical hoodies before heading out, making you look like one of those couples from the Spiderman meme.

Keigo smirked, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Nah. It’s cute. We match, babe.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, about to respond when he suddenly stopped. His golden eyes lit up with mischief as he grabbed his phone. “Ohhh, wait, hold up. I just remembered something.”

“…Keigo.”

“No, no, trust me. You’re gonna love this.” He tapped on his phone, and a familiar melody started playing—West Coast by Lana Del Rey.

Your eyes widened. “Oh my god, are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” he grinned. “You do the fit check, and I’ll do the thing.”

You laughed, shaking your head but playing along. Positioning his phone against a nearby lamppost, you stepped back and started recording. The video opened with you showing off your hoodie, hyping yourself up just like in the trend.

Then—right on cue—Keigo suddenly dashed into frame, sweeping you off your feet effortlessly. You yelped, but he just laughed, spinning you in his arms as the music swelled. The world blurred around you, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his arms, the way his eyes softened as he looked at you.

The audio faded, but Keigo didn’t put you down. Instead, he grinned, golden eyes flickering between your lips and your eyes.

“Might as well give ’em a good ending, right?”

And then he kissed you, slow and warm, his grip on you tightening just enough to make your heart race. When he finally pulled away, he checked the video.