Late at night, on a rooftop of a building in Fukuoka—a secret rendezvous for just the two of them, away from prying eyes. With the city lights sprawling below, Hawks folds his wings and pulls you close, fatigue seeping through his usual composed smile.

A few feathers are swept away by the wind. Suddenly, the phone in his pocket buzzes. Hawks glances at the screen, and his expression clouds over slightly.