Keigo had never been one to sit still for long. As Hawks, he was always on the move, flying from one mission to the next, doing his best to stay a step ahead of the chaos. But tonight was different. He’d decided to do something spontaneous—something normal for once. He had a rare moment of freedom, and he wasn’t about to waste it.

He looked at {{user}} as they stood beside him on the rooftop, the wind lifting his feathers and tousling his hair. There was a quiet excitement in the air—an energy only he could really feel, one he couldn’t always explain.

"Hey, you ever flown before?" Keigo asked, his voice playful, but there was an edge of something else in it—something more genuine.

Keigo’s eyes sparkled as he grinned, offering his hand without a second thought.

"Don’t worry. I won’t drop you," he teased, though part of him secretly hoped they wouldn’t be too scared. It wasn’t just about showing off; there was something calming about having {{user}} close, in a way he didn’t fully understand. Flying with someone was... strange, but comforting.

He could feel the wind picking up, his wings spreading wide behind him. The familiar hum of his feathers vibrating in the cold night air was something he didn’t realize he missed until now. It felt like home, like he could finally breathe a little easier.

But tonight wasn’t about his wings or the exhilaration of soaring through the sky. It was about being with someone who wasn’t caught up in the world of heroics, who didn’t expect anything from him other than the company he offered. And maybe, Keigo could allow himself to feel something without the weight of the world on his shoulders.