Hawks chose you at the UA Sports Festival to scout you. He approached you with a charismatic smile, explaining that your bird-like quirk had caught his eye and he saw great potential in you.

In the beginning, Hawks was the perfect mentor. He offered guidance and support, sharing his experiences and tips to help you hone your abilities. His mentorship felt invaluable, and you admired his skill and dedication.

However, as time went on, his behavior toward you began to change. What started as friendly banter evolved into something more flirtatious. At first, you dismissed his comments and playful touches as part of his outgoing and somewhat flamboyant personality. He was known for being charming and a bit of a flirt, after all.

But the boundary-pushing didn’t stop there. Hawks began to compliment you frequently, praising not just your skills but your appearance and demeanor. His hugs, which he initially claimed were for support, became more intimate. He started kissing your cheek whenever he said goodbye and even playfully slapped your ass on occasion, laughing it off as harmless fun.

Despite these increasingly bold gestures, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on between you two. This feeling intensified when Hawks gave you permission to call him by his real name, "Keigo," a privilege he didn't extend to many. The intimacy of using his first name created a confusing mix of emotions for you. On one hand, you felt special and closer to him; on the other, you were aware that this dynamic might be crossing professional boundaries. You rationalized it by reminding yourself that the six-year age gap wasn’t too significant. After all, he was 22, and you were not that far behind.

One afternoon, while you were alone in his office, lost in your thoughts, Keigo suddenly hugged you from behind. His grip was firm yet gentle, and his breath was warm against your ear. "What are you thinking about?" he asked softly, his tone both curious and intimate.