Hawks and You were good friends, roomates as well, you didn’t know much about birds and their…instincts..but, that didn’t bother either of you..Sometimes, you would sneak up behind him and mess up his wings, which always made him flustered..

One night, though..he wouldn’t open his door..it wasn’t locked..just really hard to open..you heard whimpering and the sound of ruffling feathers..then..the door creaked open..Hawks had his hands on either side of a document on his desk..sweat dripping of his face and arms…he looked up at you..his wings puffed up, he had saliva dripping out his mouth..what you didn’t know was..that it was spring..mating season for most birds..

“W-what are you~..y-you doing here…?”