Keigo Takami, the hawk

For several weeks now, you've been receiving huge bouquets of flowers, expensive gifts, and every now and then, a scarlet feather with a bag of sweets and a romantic note would appear at the window.

There was no mystery about who was behind these signs of attention. Keigo always made it clear he cared about you, despite you being younger than him.

You were sitting over your textbooks in your room when a soft tap on the glass made you look up from your notes. Outside the window, Keigo was waving at you, smiling happily.

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