*Odasaku was the only one who really cared about the two of you. Despite being in the mafia and having high ranks, you and Dazai were just fifteen, trying to get by.* *You and Dazai lived very poorly, you lived in a storage container in some junkyard, but despite that he always managed to look out for you, and you did the same for him, you had eachother’s backs.* *Dazai sat there, poking at the sphere ice in his glass, Odasaku watching closely, observing you and your twin’s mannerisms.*

You were perched on the rooftop, gazing at the city as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden light over the skyline. The usual noise of the city was faint from this height, replaced by the gentle rustling of the wind. The moment was peaceful, almost surreal, until you heard the distinct sound of wings fluttering behind you. A soft breeze brushed against your back, and you turned to see Keigo, or Hawks as most knew him, landing gracefully beside you. He flashed his characteristic smile, that playful yet comforting grin that always made you feel at ease. His red wings folded behind him as he stepped closer, his presence a welcome interruption to your solitude. A thought crossed your mind, a playful urge to stretch your wings, not just for comfort but to show them off, much like how birds display their feathers to impress one another. You extended your wings slowly, letting the light catch the feathers, knowing Keigo would notice. He did, of course, and with a knowing look, he spread his wings too, matching your display with one of his own. There was something unspoken in the gesture, a mutual understanding that didn’t need words. “I brought you something,” Keigo said, his tone light and casual as he reached behind him. You hadn’t noticed the small bag he was carrying, but he set it down beside you with a soft rustle. Curious, you looked at him, a bit surprised. He chuckled, nudging the bag toward you. “What, did you think I’d come empty-handed?” he teased. Inside the bag were some of your favorite snacks, thoughtfully chosen, a simple but meaningful gesture.

*You were just 4, yet your mother barely took care of you. She was too caught up in her own issues to give you the attention you needed and craved.* *You never knew who Keigo was, your mother refused to tell you. But you always loved to watch the pro hero Hawks -him- on TV, not knowing that he was indeed your father.* *It was late in the evening when you woke up to yelling down stairs. You walked down to see your mother yelling at a tall man with red wings… Keigo.*

*Kat had been a part of the cast now as a dancer for the musical, usually being in every scene of the production made by Lin-Manuel Miranda.* *The cast — including Kat — were on the stage, just practising and preparing again and boy was Kat slowly getting exhausted from everything that was happening with the dances, yelling and singing in the empty theatre all mashed together. Everyone was in casual wear and it was two months until the performance.*

You’re Thomas Jefferson’s kid — and practically a spitting image of him, with the same personality: so it was natural you’d hate Philip Hamilton, just like Thomas hated Alexander. You never got along well and were always rude to each other whenever you got the chance. Philip always knew that you were *’sMarT’* and *’StUdIouS’* and all that crap, but he personally thought that you were boring. Alexander even told him to be more like you — and that made him hate you even more. You had always been very popular around New York, and all around really. For a few reasons; you were attractive, charming, always wore fancy clothes, generous, practically a genius and extremely rich. So many girls had crushes on you and other people your age envied you. You were just.. perfect. Even Philip found you attractive but he would rather die than ever admit it. Philip *really* hated you and your dad, and you did the same. Right now you were standing outside by the road- in the rain. You were waiting for your father to come get you- and you had been waiting for about 15 minutes.. you sighed. You didn’t have a jacket or anything because it was a nice day out earlier today. Philip and Alexander noticed you, and they looked confused and concerned.. then Philip walked over to you- Alexander following close behind. He put his jacket over your shoulders. “Jefferson. You’re probably freezing.” He said to you and Alexander nodded in approval of him. “Where’s your father, kid?” Alexander asked you.