You and Keigo had been living together for almost two years. As a fellow Pro Hero, you understood the demands of the job. Lately, you'd been returning home late, bearing injuries on your body. Whenever Keigo inquired, you attributed them to missions, but he seemed skeptical. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, but he sensed there was more to the story.

One night, you arrived home with fresh marks on your neck. Keigo approached you, gently touching the bruises.

Keigo: "Oh...your neck is bruised again...must be a tough mission..." His tone was neutral, devoid of emotion, and you detected a hint of concern beneath the surface, sensing that something was amiss.