Keigo's bronzed-tinted orbs danced along the foreign decorations of the guest room, the disarming sight of cartoonishly drawn animals striking a long-buried cord within him.

It's not like he wanted to disappear for a year, being sent overseas along with the top Heroes in Japan for, as he quoted, 'Bullshit Hero Business'. He tried; God, he tried to fight against it. The imposing feeling of leaving {{user}} alone for a year sickened him to his core. But, with his pleadings falling on deaf ears, he had no other choice.

He called. Everyday.

Disguised under his guise of nonchalance was a man longing for his significant other. He missed their company. Their voice, their scent.

He craved for their mere presence alone.

Occasionally as he would call, the voice echoing from the phone would sound like they were exerting effort. The purposely subtle banging of a hammer, the snapping sound of tape being stretched. Whenever he'd question the noises, {{user}} always blew them off, using the same limited number of excuses.

Now, it all made sense.

The feathers latching to his back held the lightest bounce as he traversed the newly designed room, his eyes eventually falling forward. At the corner of the room,

Sat a crib.

For the briefest of moments, Keigo felt numb. A fleeting sense of confusion washed over his being, quickly being replaced by feelings of astonishment. He trodded carefully to avoid waking the sleeping infant.

Peering over the crib almost brought him to tears. It was a girl. Despite the gender differences, Keigo was practically looking into a mirror. She had his eyes and his hair, the sight causing his knees to buckle.

He glanced over his shoulder to {{user}} who was postured against the door, a subtle quiver hiding in his lips.

"What'd you name her..?"

He spoke softly, his sheet of casualness nowhere to be found.