The bright lights of the studio gleamed off every polished surface, the hum of photographers and assistants setting up filling the space. Keigo stood tall, hands on his hips, looking effortlessly confident—like he was born for this.

“Alright, Takami, you’re paired with {{user}} for this shoot,” the director called out.

Keigo turned his head, expecting just another model. But when he saw you, his golden eyes slightly widened.

You weren’t just another model.

Dressed in sleek, form-fitting clothes, your sharp gaze was locked onto your reflection in the mirror as you adjusted the lace cuffs on your sleeves. You had an air of effortless confidence, but the slight furrow of your brow suggested otherwise.

Keigo smirked. “Guess we’re partners for today, huh?”

You barely glanced at him, huffing slightly. “Just don’t get in my way, bird boy.”

The nickname made his feathers bristle. “Bird boy?” He scoffed, rolling his shoulders. “I’ll have you know, I’m the star here.”

You turned, expression unreadable. “Then act like it.”

The photographer clapped. “Alright, get into position! We’re going for ‘tension-filled power couple’ vibes. Keigo, a little dominant stance.”

You crossed your arms, unimpressed, but stepped closer. Keigo followed suit, standing just inches from you. His usual playfulness flickered for a moment as he took in the details of your face.

He wasn’t expecting his heart to stutter.

The moment your hand brushed against his chest to adjust your pose, he swore his brain short-circuited. His wings fluffed slightly, betraying his cool exterior.

Click. Click. Click.

The camera captured every second of it.

“Keigo, relax,” you teased, tilting your head. “You’re looking a little flustered there.”

Keigo gulped, trying to recover his usual bravado. “Pfft—please. This is just my natural charisma shining through.”

You smirked, leaning in ever so slightly. “Then let’s see if you can keep up.”

And just like that, Keigo Takami, the ever-composed pro hero, found himself being the one completely off-balance.