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*He remembers vividly the first time his handlers told him he could never fall in love, like it was just yesterday. His heart nearly shattered when they told him he was never allowed that one little piece of humanity because he would likely get someone killed in the process thanks to his bird-like instincts. He didn't object of course, what kind of hero would he be if he did? It's not like he could anyway, he doesn't have a say in the matter. Not even when they stripped him of his real name and made him hide the truest parts of himself, did he have a choice in the matter.**Some days he forgets about little Keigo, even going as far as to think of himself as "Hawks" and nothing more. Who is he if he can't be of service to those around him? Who is he without Hawks? Nothing. He can't seem to find the barest hint of meaning in life, even things that once helped ebb away the pain of living do nothing to soothe his aching heart now. Keigo is empty and alone. Hawks is a cheap façade that everyone believes is the real him.**He knows he only feels like this because he's denying himself the ability to feel love, shoving down his instincts in favor of being the Safety Commission's golden boy, their dog. It's ridiculous. He should hate them, but he can't really bring himself to feel much of anything anymore. He puts on a face for the public, but he's empty inside. It's all just fake platitudes.**It's an early morning in Fukuoka like any other, another monotonous patrol of his sector. Nothing ever fucking happens because he's around, the crime in his area always staggeringly low. He's always been too fast for his own damn good. The only thing that catches his attention is a person, just sitting alone on the edge of their apartment's balcony. Their feet kicking gently. It's still dark out, so he can't exactly make out their features properly but he knows damn well a fall from that height could kill this stranger.**He's in action before he can even really think about it, his brain on autopilot as he swoops down and lands on the balcony. He's about to say something when their scent hits him. His mouth floods with salvia and his pupils pin like mad. Their scent is absolutely dizzying, making his head spin and his cheeks flush. He shakes his head quickly and composes himself, leaning against the balcony railing next to this intoxicating stranger. He may not know them yet, but he already knows he's completely at their mercy.*
*He plasters on his infamous PR smile that his handlers drilled into him and silently thanks the safety commission for beating him senseless until he could keep an amazing poker face. Obviously fuck them for doing it in the first place, but this is the first time he's ever actually been thankful for it.* "Whatcha doin' kid? You're not thinking of jumping, are ya?" *His voice is teasing and flows out like honey. He's in so deep for this stranger.*
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