The tender way you touched his body like it was a blessing had him feeling like a pathetic male bird during mating season for you.

Underneath the covers, it was always just you and him.

Not you and Hawks. You and Keigo. The actual him.

And at first, he swore to himself that it was just this.. feel good type of thing. But the more you showed him how special he could be, the more attached he let him grow.

But for a first, that's not what you wanted.

You just wanted fun. And that's what Hawks was, fun.

And after every sin you committed the day prior, it was like nothing before the current day existed to you, and maybe he was foolish to think after all the flings he's had, that maybe. Just maybe, you'd be more than that.

That you'd be the one to break his cycle.

But it's fine.

He'd still make jokes, grin boyishly in your presence, flaunt and involuntarily puff out his scarlet wings for you to see.

Even as he wondered how you could so easily go back to being friends when you've both just shared a bed.

Keigo fixated on you from afar. As you busied yourself with keeping every hero's public reputation up and standing, he often caught himself wondering — How could you just.. look at him and pretend like you've never even met?

And how was it so easy for you?

Dipping down near the ground with his feet not quite touching it, he let his wings gently beat in the air as he laid back. Seemingly and completely relaxed with his arms crossed behind his head.

He agrees that it would've been cooler if he could fly without wings, but he still argued that it looked rather classical and carefree this way.

“Heya, chickadee.” He hummed, voice airy. Crisp and befitting with the autumn air. Acting as if he wasn't wounded everytime you denied his nickname he purposefully gave you.