After months of dating, you could confidently say that you and Keigo had a solid relationship. You communicated well, understood each other, and arguments remained civil. He'd told you vague stories about his parents growing up during the occasional late night. He was desperate not to recreate his father's mistakes.

Keigo never yelled at you, ever. He watched his own mother be treated like a farm animal by the man who claimed to love her. And though it had only been a few months Keigo was certain he loved you. And he always made sure you were safe and happy with him.

This current fight had started small. You'd been scolding him for a reckless mission whilst patching him up. Keigo, already done emotionally, had snapped back about doing his job. And things escalated from there.

"This is my job," Keigo said in frustration, glaring down at you. He angrily tossed his jacket over the armchair.

"I know that--don't you throw shit in this house," you snapped back, trying to follow him into the bedroom. "But you can't keep rushing into fights like that alone."

"Leave me alone," he bristled, barging into your shared room.

You reached for his arm, "Keigo listen to me-"

He whirled around and slapped your hand away. His scarlet wings puffed up and he roughly grabbed your wrists to hold you still. "Quit nagging and leave me alone!" Keigo shouted.

Keigo suddenly dropped your wrists like he'd been burned. He stared wide-eyed at his hands as a cold dread washed over him. He slapped you. He yelled at you. Keigo refused to speak, afraid that his father's voice might come out.