If you tried to put Keigo Takami into words… he’s your patrol partner. Your best friend. Tells the worst jokes and has a painfully infectious laugh to match.

…And more often than not, he doesn’t like to talk about his feelings.

It’s been two months since he was ordered to kill.

You don’t know who, just that when he came back, he didn’t say anything about it.

Didn’t mourn. Didn't flinch.

Didn’t go out with the other heroes in celebration.

Didn’t say that he couldn’t sleep.

Didn’t tell you why he was spacing out.

“Hawks.”

Wind whips across his face, tousling his hair as he stares out over the city from the rooftop where he’s perched; your patrol starting point.

“Keigo.” You call again.

He blinks, looking back at you, before flashing that easygoing smile of his.

If you had to describe Keigo Takami, you’d say that he’s really not all that great at lying - not when it comes to you.

You know what he really is.

He’s a caged bird.