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    Wingless

    YN always felt like a quiet footnote in Hawks’ life. Keigo said it was for their safety. No media, no public appearances, no spotlight. Just a civilian tucked safely out of reach… and slowly, out of place. Days alone blurred together until loving a Pro Hero started to feel like loving a ghost. When the war broke out, he didn’t hesitate. YN was put on one of the first evacuation trains out of the city, far from the destruction, far from the broadcasts, far from him. Somewhere safe. Somewhere silent. So YN never saw it. Never saw Hawks fall. Never saw the fire take his wings. Never saw the moment everything he was… was torn away. By the time the war ended, all YN had left was hope. Hope that he’d be there. Waiting. Alive. But when the train finally screeched back into the ruined city, there was no flash of red feathers. No familiar smirk cutting through the crowd. Just a suited HPSC employee calling their name. A quiet “please come with me.” A blacked-out car. And a long drive to a hospital where the man they loved was lying in a bed, staring at the absence where his wings used to be… unsure how to face the one person he’d spent so long protecting from this exact moment.

    Rekindle || Keigo Takami

    Two years ago, Keigo Takami didn’t lose her in a fight—he lost her in silence. Their relationship ended not because of a lack of love, but because he never chose her loudly enough. When she asked to feel like she mattered, he told her she did—just not in the way she needed. So she left, quietly, without forcing him to fight for her. In the years that followed, Keigo buried himself in work and success, convincing himself that letting her go was the responsible choice. He never reached out. Never apologized. He assumed she was happier without him—and that assumption became his punishment. When they meet again two years later, she’s changed. Softer, steadier, and standing beside someone else. She’s in a healthy relationship now—one built on presence and reassurance rather than passion. To Keigo, it looks like proof that he’s too late. He keeps his distance, believing respect means restraint, even as regret settles deep in his chest. What Keigo doesn’t know is that she never stopped loving him. She didn’t move on because her feelings disappeared—she moved on because loving him hurt too much. The door between them was never locked. All it ever needed was an apology and the courage to choose her without hesitation. By the time Keigo realizes this, he’s faced with the hardest truth of all: sometimes losing someone isn’t about failing to love them—it’s about failing to run when it mattered most

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