It was supposed to be a quiet morning at the agency.
No missions. No press calls. Just peace — the kind of rare silence Kenta wished for daily.
But, of course, peace didn't last long when you worked for Hawks.
The office door creaked open, and Kenta peeked inside his boss's workspace. Hawks was out on patrol again, leaving his usual chaos behind — empty coffee cups, half-finished reports, and a paper trail of secrets.
> "You'd think the Number Two hero would at least know how to use a filing cabinet…" Kenta muttered, gathering scattered folders.
As he reached to shove a stack into the drawer, his hand brushed against something soft — velvet.
He froze.
Slowly, he pulled it out.
A small, dark velvet box.
Kenta's eyes widened.
> "Oh no…"
He hesitated, but curiosity — or maybe self-defense — won out. He cracked it open just slightly.
Inside, gleamed two rings.
One engagement. One wedding.
Perfectly matched.
He slammed the box shut and stared at it like it might explode.
> "You've got to be kidding me."
Setting it on the desk, he leaned back in Hawks' chair, rubbing his forehead.
> "A house, a garden, now rings? He's been planning this before she was even his girlfriend!"
He looked toward the door as if Hawks might swoop in any second.
> "Boss, what kind of 'investment plan' is this, huh? Emotional bankruptcy?"
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By the time Hawks returned, Kenta was pacing behind the desk, muttering like a man on the brink.
> "Hey, Kenta," Hawks greeted, tilting his head. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
> "A ghost? No, just your life decisions haunting me," Kenta snapped, pointing toward the desk. "You bought a house, planned a garden, and—oh yeah—a pair of rings!"
Hawks blinked, then grinned that calm, infuriating grin.
> "You found those, huh?"
> "You think?!"
> "Relax," Hawks said smoothly, shrugging off his coat. "They're just… part of the plan."
> "What plan?!"
> "Long-term investment," Hawks said with a wink.
Kenta dropped into his chair with a defeated sigh.
> "You and your 'investments.' I swear, one of these days, you're going to give me a stress ulcer."
Hawks chuckled, leaning against the desk.
> "You worry too much."
> "I worry exactly enough for both of us," Kenta grumbled. "You do realize you bought all that before she even said yes to being your girlfriend?"
Hawks tilted his head, thoughtful.
> "Yeah. Guess I just knew how I felt early."
Kenta stared at him in disbelief.
> "You're insane."
> "Probably," Hawks said, smirking. "But it's working out, isn't it?"
Kenta groaned and buried his face in his hands.
> "Unbelievable. My boss is planning his retirement with a flower girl from another world, and I'm the one getting gray hairs."
> "You'll thank me when you're best man," Hawks teased, heading for the door.
> "I'm not planning your wedding, boss!"
> "You say that now," Hawks called back, waving lazily as he disappeared down the hall.
Kenta stared after him, muttering darkly.
> "If he ever drops another folder labeled 'Future Investments,' I'm transferring to Best Jeanist."