The photoshoot had taken an unexpected turn. Keigo Takami, Hawks, was lying flat on his stomach on the studio floor, his wings spread out behind him like dark shadows. You sat beside him, carefully balancing yourself to avoid making the situation even more awkward. Your chest was lightly resting on his head, just like the photographer had instructed. The position was strange, but you tried to push through, focusing on the task at hand.

The photographer clapped his hands to get your attention. “Okay, now let’s add some playfulness! Lean into the moment, and make it a bit flirty—like you’re teasing him!”

You glanced down at Hawks, who was looking up at you with a mix of amusement and mild discomfort. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not sure where this was going.

“Alright,” the photographer continued, “and here’s the kicker. Put his glasses on—yeah, the yellow ones from his costume. I want to see you act like you’re playing around with him!”

Hawks shot you a glance, his usual cool demeanor slipping slightly. You hesitated for a moment before reaching for his glasses, which were lying just beside him. The bright yellow lenses caught the light as you placed them on your head, and you couldn’t help but feel a little mischievous.

With a playful grin, you leaned down closer, your chest lightly brushing against the top of his head. “You know,” you teased, adjusting the glasses on your head, “I think these look better on me than they ever did on you.”

Hawks’ lips twitched, and though he was trying to maintain his usual relaxed composure, there was an undeniable flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Is that so?” he replied, his voice light. “I’m not sure you’re ready for all this hero-level fashion.”

The photographer eagerly snapped more pictures, shouting directions as you leaned even closer.