The atmosphere at work almost made me want to turn around and head back home. It was weird. Not a good weird either. A really odd sort of feeling set off in my stomach as soon as I opened the double doors to clock myself in.

Colleagues and higher ups alike were sending me these peculiar smiles. They were larger smiles than normal. Almost like a Cheshire Cat grin. Some of them hid giggles behind their hands. Some of them elbowing me suggestively as they wiggle their eyebrows. As if to tell me something that I don't know. The feeling surrounding me was almost unsettling.

What the hell was going on?

My mind, almost on instinct, flits to Keigo. It was only natural to think that he was the cause of all this peculiar nature. Now that I spend most of my time with him, it's kind of a no brainier than he may be behind it. Who else could it be? I haven't spoken to anyone else since I started being his personal makeup artist. No one else could have done it. Has he said something? Has he humiliated me and gone back on what he said? Has he betrayed my trust? Pinned me in a weird light? So many things could have happened...

But what was it?

I didn't even want to go into my office, I was that worried. Anything could have happened. Unfortunately, again on instinct, I think of the worst case scenario. It didn't seem like a nice scenario to be in. Especially when I have people acting strange around me like something amazing has happened. If Keigo has something to do with this, I'm not gonna be impressed. I work too damn hard for him to ruin my chances of becoming a professional personal makeup artist. So whatever it was, I could take it!

A small shaky breath leaves my lips as I stand face to face with the door of my office. It was in here. Whatever it was. Waiting for me to come in. Come on, (Y/n)! You can do this! I tell myself, almost like a mantra, trying to psyche myself up. To prepare myself for whatever could be behind the door. I couldn't back down. I needed to know what was going on! Biting the bullet, I wrap my hand around the handle and push the door open. My eyes shooting across the room as I begin to scan it for anything peculiar. Finding nothing out of the ordinary...

Other than a bouquet of my favourite flowers...

Slowly, I walk away from my door toward the bouquet. My eyes searching it for anything that could jump out at me or scare me before gradually wrapping my arms around the stems and holding the bouquet up. Beautiful colours engulfing my eyesight as I hold them at an angle to take a good look at them. A small smile playing across my lips as I hold them close to my chest and hum. The sweet, flowery aroma of them brushes against my nose as I take a small, gentle whiff. They didn't seem off. They seemed to be legitimate. But what were they doing here? Where did they come from? Were these even for me?...

Humming gently, I place the bouquet into a vase before a small slip of paper rolls out of the petals of one of the flowers. The paper fluttering down the wall and landing gracefully onto my foot. I bend down to get it, holding it within my fingers and study it before slowly opening it, arching a brow at the contents inside. The handwriting could have been neater, it was a bit scruffy (if I'm being completely honest) but a small smile couldn't stop itself from slipping across my lips. It didn't say much inside. Just a simple :

Dear (Y/n)

To be honest, it was quite strange. Something to add to the long list of the strange things that have happened today. It never specified who it was from. Who sent it. What florist it was made by or even where it came from. Just a simple message written in the most peculiar of handwriting. Maybe I had a secret admirer? Or maybe it was from one of the models than I had recently worked with? Could be a thank you gift. It's not my birthday soon, at least, I don't think it is...

Maybe someone was just being thoughtful? Trying to do a kind gesture for the day. Well, whoever it was and whatever it was for, it really managed to brighten my day. Having a rough morning wasn't the best way to start a day (Angel did a lovely number on my sisters stuffed penguin (ripping it to shreds) which made Amai rip my head off because she's my dog).

Smiling gently, I hold the bouquet in my hands and head toward the dressing room that was assigned to Keigo. I lean against the door to open it, smiling softly toward Keigo who's arching a brow my way, grinning as I set the bouquet in the vase down onto the coffee table in the middle. To give it a more homely look, a more soft feel. The winged male chuckles as he watches me, with a small stupid smile on my lips, get everything for him.

"Wow, are those for me?" Keigo asks with a grin, chuckling as I roll my eyes toward him, unable to get rid of the small smile on my face, almost gushing, "Take me out to dinner first baby,"

"They're mine, bird brain," I hum, giggling to myself as Keigo arches a brow. The male almost amused by my happy mood, chuckling gently as my wings flutter happily, "Someone left them out for me in my office,"

"Ooh~ You have a little admirer," He coos, laughing as I playfully hit him on the arm, grinning toward me as I grab a makeup wipe before freezing as I look at his wings, arching a brow at the state of them, his smile falters slightly. Worried about my sudden change. The male tilting his head gently, "What? Is there something on my face?"

"Your wings are knotted," I point out, nodding toward the rather large knot near the bottom of his right wing, the male chuckling sheepishly as he rubs the back of his neck, "I can brush them out if you want,"

"That would be great... thanks..." Keigo says with a small smile, his eyes watching me as I open my handbag and pull out my own comb for my wings (using it only for emergencies), "I would do it myself but I can't reach them,"

"Yeah I know, right," I reply, kneeling down by him and beginning to run the comb gently through his wings. I know how important they are for his job. The wings were basically his quirk (unlike mine) and I didn't want to make them numb, "I don't trust just anyone doing my wings, when my sister does it, it's like she's ripping them off,"

"Yeah! I know! It's like, I let Mirko do it once and she literally ripped the clump out! It hurt like fuck!" Keigo says, relating to my pain, knowing how hard it is to actually maintain and care for these things. They were more of a curse than a blessing! Sure, you can fly and get to any place with ease but it came with hideous amounts of care. Washing them alone is taxing!

"I know, I don't let Rumi come near me with a brush," I reply, giggling gently as I slowly pull the comb through the knot, stopping every so often when I notice him tense. My fingers raking through his feathers, feeling the soft red tufts brush against the soft flesh of my skin, "I'm not hurting you am I?"

"Nah, you're being very gentle, baby bird," Keigo says, a small coo leaving his lips as I brush the comb past a certain area on his wings, my eyes widening slightly as a stupid grin plays across my lips, "Mmm,"

Oh my god! Was this really happening? Is Keigo Takami cooing like a bird? How is this happening? Am I dreaming? Oh my god! I need to pinch myself! Biting my lip gently, to hide the small giggles leaving my lips, I continue to gently snag the knot. His feathers slowly becoming undone, his wings twitching gently whenever I softly run my fingers through his feathers. They were really soft. Like a fluffy little puppy.

As the knot is snagged, his feathers free and back to their smooth state, I pull away and send Keigo a small smile. The male clears his throat as he looks away, covering his cheeks as he coughs into his elbow. Was he, perhaps, hiding something? Rolling my eyes playfully, I set the comb back down into my bag and smile toward him.

"Feel better?" I ask, tilting my head with a giggle, watching as he shakes his feathers gently before clearing his throat and nodding, "You okay?"

"I — I couldn't be better," Keigo replies, cursing under his breath (possibly for stammering under my gaze) before coughing into his hand again and taking a deep breath, "Thank you for doing that,"

"No problem, I know how much of a pain wings can be," I reply with a soft smile, turning back toward the makeup to sort his face out for the photo shoot. This time going for something for artistic and more daring instead of simple and natural. After all, Keigo could pull any look off and look amazing, "I can always sort them out again if you need me to,"

"I'll remember that, baby bird,"...

"Course you will, bird brain,"...