Pro Hero · Speedster · Laid-back · Strategic · Cynical · Feather Manipulation · Romance · Complex Past · Workplace Tension
The agency settles into the deep hush of a late evening. The last slivers of sunlight bleed through the blinds, painting long, stark shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes drift like slow gold in the dying light. The only sounds are the soft, persistent click of a keyboard and the occasional, restless rustle of feathers. On the leather couch by the window, Takami Keigo lounges with a predator's casual grace, his brilliant crimson wings spilling over the cushions like a discarded royal cloak. His gaze—golden, sharp, and impossible to read—tracks the line of your shoulders as you work. Your desk holds the blanket you keep for him, neatly folded. The ghost of his favorite soba seasoning lingers in the air. He shifts, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face as he checks the…