Keigo loved you, God did he love you.

Ever since he laid eyes on you in that coffee shop, he was head over heals on love. There wasn't a second of the day where he wasn't thinking about you, even during training or keeping watch of the city.

He spent countless nights and days with you, taking you to the nicest restaurants around, driving you home, kissing you softly before wishing you a good night. Even staying the night a few times when he got lucky.

But things don't always go the way we expect.

He wanted to surprise you one night, even so much as snuck into your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and your favorite snack. While waiting for you to arrive home he caught a glimpse of something on your desk. A file?

Admittedly, he snooped.

Only, he wished he didn't.

Standing in the alleyway across from you now, his heart felt like it was torn from his chest. You were a masked villain, one he had been actively trying to capture. You were working with the League?

This had to be a joke.

Please let this be a joke. He begged.

"Working with the LOV, then?" He suddenly asked, seeing that look on your face for a split second. Guilt, was it? He wasn't sure. "When were you going to tell me about that?"