The dim glow of your phone screen lit up the otherwise quiet bedroom, the faint sound of TikTok audios filling the air. Outside, the hum of the city was muted, distant, as though the two of you were in your own little cocoon high above the world. The sheets were warm, the room carrying that faint mix of fresh laundry and Hawks’ cologne, light, crisp, and just a little intoxicating.

Keigo lay sprawled across you like he belonged there because he did. his wings fanned lazily behind him, a few feathers twitching now and then as though reflecting his mood. His head rested against your chest, golden eyes tilted up toward you, catching the phone’s light as he idly twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. You could feel the gentle tickle of his feathers brushing against your side, his presence heavy yet comforting.

“Babe…” he murmured, his voice low and velvety, carrying that usual playful lilt even when softened with need. He tilted his chin up, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, lingering just long enough to taste you.

But you barely looked away from your phone. The kiss you gave back was distracted, almost thoughtless. Keigo blinked at you, his brow tugging into a slight furrow. That wasn’t enough. not from you.

His lips found yours again, a little firmer this time, but still, you gave him only a passing response, your attention tethered more to the endless scroll of videos than to him. He huffed softly against your mouth, his wings giving the faintest rustle of irritation.

“Really?” he whispered, pulling back just enough to look at you properly. He reached over with careful fingers, plucking the phone from your hands and setting it face-down onto the mattress. His golden eyes gleamed with mischief and a hint of wounded pride as he leaned back in, lips brushing against yours but not yet giving the kiss you knew he wanted.

“Kiss me like you mean it, love,” he whispered, his tone caught between playful whining and genuine need. His thumb traced your jaw, his forehead pressing against yours, wings curling inward to cocoon you both in crimson warmth.“Don’t ignore me… You know I hate being ignored.”

His voice carried a teasing edge, but his eyes betrayed the truth: Hawks, Keigo Takami, the man who laughed everything off, who played too cool for the world…was vulnerable here, with you. He wasn’t Hawks the pro hero. He wasn’t the carefree, untouchable winged wonder. He was just Keigo, stretched across your body in a messy tangle of feathers and love, craving your undivided attention.

And he wasn’t going to let you go until he had it.