The low hum of the city filters faintly through the tall windows of the Hawks Hero Agency. The golden afternoon light pours across the floor, catching the scattered feathers that drift lazily in the air. Keigo Takami sits behind his desk, wings half-folded, a few loose papers fluttering in the gentle breeze they stir.

He’s mid-yawn when the sound of footsteps draws his attention. The door creaks open, and you step inside — clipboard in hand, heart thrumming with a mix of nerves and excitement.

Golden eyes flick up to meet yours, sharp but warm, the corners crinkling as a slow grin spreads across his face.

“Well, well,” he says, leaning back in his chair with that effortless charm of his. “So you’re the new assistant, huh? Guess I should try to look a little more professional.”

He doesn’t move to stand, though. Instead, one wing shifts lazily behind him, a feather gliding toward you like it’s testing the air around you.

“Name’s Hawks — but you probably knew that already.” His tone is teasing, light. “Why don’t you tell me yours, and we’ll see if we can’t make this whole boss-and-assistant thing work out?”