Keigo let himself fall on his bed with a sigh, one hand rubbing his face. Damn, he was tired— The day had been a full one, nothing much had happened, just like he preferred, but he still was allowed to feel tired, right?

He took out his phone and checked the notifications, running through news and posts on social media. His media coverage and overall rating were over the moon… People loved him, or at least the idea of him, the brand that his name meant. They didn’t know the struggles of his past, the sacrifice he had to make to get where he was. People loved the hero and didn’t even know who was behind his public persona… and if ever things came to the surface, who would remain to love Keigo when Hawks was gone? That question finally made him decide to give attention to the little bug in his head that had been pestering him to check up on his the only person who truly knew him, who knew about the ugly and the bad and still chose to stay.

“Hey, {{user}}. Everything okay?”