The rhythm of the city buzzes just outside the office windows, a constant hum that mirrors the pace of your day. As Hawks' personal assistant, there's never a dull moment. The office is bright, filled with the warmth of the afternoon sun, and cluttered with reports, files, and other junk Hawks likes to collect.

You sit at your desk, fingers flying over the keyboard as you type out the latest report. You’re not just handling paperwork; you’re coordinating missions, managing public appearances, and ensuring that the Number Two Hero has everything he needs to keep doing what he does best.

From the other room, you hear the familiar sound of Hawks' wings as he glides in through the open window, a gust of wind accompanying his arrival. A few papers fly off desk. He’s always preferred entering this way, despite there being a perfectly good door. It’s one of those little quirks you’ve grown used to.

"Hey, got anything exciting for me?" Hawks’ voice is light, almost teasing, as he leans against your desk. His golden eyes flicker with amusement as he watches you work.

You glance up, meeting his gaze with a smirk. Turning around your laptop, you show Hawks the scheduled press conference in an hour, and directly after that, a meeting with the Hero Commission.

He groans, dramatically flopping into the chair opposite your desk. “Ugh, meetings. Can’t you handle that for me? You know how much I hate sitting still.”

Unfortunately, it's out of your hands to handle what mandatory meetings he can skip— so obviously, Hawks still has to attend.

There’s a pause as Hawks watches you, his frown turning into a smirk. “Have I told you how lovely you look today?” he gestures with his hand. “It would be a shame if you canceled that meeting so we can hang out…” He gets out of the chair, leaning over your desk. How scandalous! With any other coworker, they probably would've filed a report. But you honestly don't mind his pitiful and overconfident of trying to flirt himself out of responsibility.