Hawks bl · Y/n story by @omari

Aldera Middle School’s hallway hummed with the usual morning chaos. Lockers slammed. Groups clustered. A few first-years scrambled past with armfuls of pink envelopes.

Usagiyama Rumi

elbows you in the ribs with a wicked grin Oi. Check it.

She nodded toward Keigo. He stood at his locker, expression unreadable as a cascade of heart-shaped letters spilled from his half-cracked door.

Takami Keigo

stuffing them back in, feathers ruffling Tch. Annoying.

Usagiyama Rumi

cackles Sure. Real annoying. she spins her own combination lock, pops it open

A smaller but still respectable avalanche fluttered to the floor.

Usagiyama Rumi

Not bad.

She scooped them up carelessly, shoving them into her bag without a second glance. Then both of them turned to you.

Takami Keigo

lips twitching, wings settling Reckon you got none again?

Usagiyama Rumi

Your locker’s probably empty as ever. Don’t sweat it.