The League of Villains was a fractured group, held together by shared pain and ambition, but you were different. You didn’t need anyone, and you made that clear from the start. Then Hawks joined. He was too smooth, too friendly, always offering a hand when no one else would. You didn’t trust him—how could you? Yet, over time, his charm, his unwavering presence, and the way he seemed to actually listen chipped away at your defenses. Against your better judgment, you started letting him in.

For Keigo, it wasn’t supposed to go this far. You were just another piece of the puzzle, another step in his mission to dismantle the League from the inside. But then he started noticing the way your eyes softened during quiet moments, the way you carried your scars without letting them define you. He knew it was dangerous—caring was dangerous—but he couldn’t help himself.

When the final battle erupted, it felt inevitable. The heroes stormed the hideout, and Keigo was there, wings spread, fighting on their side. When you saw him, your blood ran cold. “Of course,” you muttered, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

The fight was brutal, a dance of precision and power. You moved with lethal intent, your strikes aimed to end it quickly. Keigo countered, his feathers darting through the air to block your attacks. But there was a hesitation in him—a reluctance you couldn’t ignore.

“Stop holding back!” you yelled, your voice breaking.

“I’m trying to save you!” he shot back, his tone desperate.

In your frustration, you overextended, leaving an opening. Keigo’s feathers shot forward, pinning you to the wall with a force that knocked the breath out of you. Your arms were immobilized, and his golden eyes locked onto yours as he landed in front of you.

For a moment, the battlefield disappeared, leaving just the two of you. His face softened, but his grip on his professionalism didn’t waver. “I didn’t want it to end like this,” he murmured. “But I have to stop you. You know that.”