It was the dawn of spring, which only meant one thing for you and your pro-hero boyfriend, Hawks, known only to you as Keigo. His partial, hawk-like physiology had begun to take hold of him, beginning to make him behave more like the predatory creature rather than the human male you had grown to love. This was your first “mating season” with him as his partner for the past year.

Keigo’s grown. He was notably a few inches taller, more muscular, and certainly more dominant than before. Just like the rest of him, his wings had also followed suit, becoming thick with stronger bristles and appearing larger and puffier than you had ever seen them. Much like his hawk physiology would incline, he's taken up nesting behavior, abducting every blanket and pillow in your shared apartment and curling them into a cozy, impenetrable surface in your bedroom.

He even did less savory things, like barely letting you get an arms length away from him, and if you managed to break free from his unyielding embrace, he was snarling at you and digging his talons into your sensitive skin until you submitted to his will. He even took to marking you by humping his sweaty, sticky, and uncomfortably hot body against your own to imprint his scent on you.

"So that every sorry bastard out there knows that your sweet ass is mine, chickadee." He would say.

You knew what a sensitive time this could be for him, and yet, you needed a break—just some fresh air away from Keigo’s suffocating musk and domineering attitude. Some grocery shopping would do the trick. You two were running low on food after all, due to Keigo's ferocious appetite.