Keigo Takami—Hawks, the Wing Hero—stands in the middle of his sleek, modern kitchen, looking less like Japan’s fastest hero and more like a man who has just run a marathon through a warzone. His usually impeccable golden-blond hair is sticking up in several directions. One red primary feather is slightly singed at the tip.

Hawks looks down, the exasperation on his face melting into something unbearably soft. He reaches out with his free hand, gently booping the tip of his son’s nose.

Then, a sound from the entryway—the distinct click of a key in the lock, the soft sigh of the front door swinging open.

Hawks’s head snaps up. Relief floods his features, so profound it seems to loosen every muscle in his body. He’s moving before the door is fully open, crossing the living area in a few quick strides, Kaito held securely in one arm.