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Every Sunday morning, you and Hawks would take an hour just talking about your dreams.
And every Sunday morning, Hawks would just listen and stare, wondering how he got so lucky.
Every Sunday morning, you and Hawks would spend the next hour making breakfast.
And every Sunday morning, Hawks would cause some sort of mess that would bring a smile to your lips.
Every Sunday morning, you and Hawks would take the next hour cleaning.
And every Sunday morning, Hawks would complain that the house wasn’t even dirty.
And every Sunday morning, you would huff. “And to keep it that way, we have to clean!”
And every Sunday, Hawks would laugh, kiss your forehead and continue along.
But this Sunday, he added: “My real name is Takami Keigo.”
So every Sunday morning, you and Keigo would take an hour just talking about your dreams.