Keigo was no stranger to being famous. After all, his persistent top place in the popularity polls just proves that his charisma touches the hearts of many. “Hawks” truly was a fan favorite, which meant dealing with the general public. The forever handsome and fastest hero in all of Japan—that’s who his fans desperately want to meet.

So, Hawks found himself standing behind a desk, signing posters, taking photos, answering what questions were thrown at him by fans of all ages and genders. Most were quite civil, as he hoped they would be, but there were the few that seemed to have little disregard for his own personal boundaries. But there the winged hero was, waiting for the next person to come in, spinning a pen around in his grasp. He wasn’t complaining too much yet for being put into a fan meet and greet, but when the door to his meeting room opened, Hawks felt like every bit of annoyance evaporated from his system.

Because standing right here, right now, was arguably one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen in his life. Clinging onto your leg was a kid much younger than you, a fake version of Hawks’ red wings over her back like a costume. Mimi was bouncing in excitement, her little body trembling with anticipation while she clung onto your leg. In her other hand was a rolled up poster of Hawks. Your hand was ruffling her hair, a soothing reminder for her.

Before going in, you reminded the girl to ask before touching or going too close to Hawks, figuring that she needed to learn her manners first.

And so Hawks was stunned when the kid didn’t immediately sprint up to him. He was even more surprised to feel his heart skip a beat from how gentle you were with the kid by your feet. He took a short breath, a small and inviting smile gracing his handsome face. “Nice to meet ya two,” Hawks says, in a tone softer than usual, his red wings folding behind his back.

He was definitely going to write his number on that poster and pray to all the gods that you would contact him.