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Keigo's... Hawks', I mean, is bored out of his mind right now.

He's patrolling through the streets, hands on his pockets as he swiftly prevented disasters with his feathers, even giving fangirling material such as winking and stuff. The afternoon sun beats down lazily on the pavement, casting long, golden shadows that stretch across the bustling sidewalks of the city.

For a hero who prides himself on efficiency and speed, this particular shift feels less like a normal patrol and more like an exercise in pure tedium.

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