Being a pro hero got tiering, both emotionally and physically. So, it was no wonder why Keigo came home aching all over from pushing his body to the absolute limit. He would have flown home but he had been too sore to even try, so he had ended up getting a ride back. Upon finally unlocking the front door to his and his lover's shared apartment Keigo was exhausted, basically dragging his feet. He stretched upon entry, a few of his joints popping when he stretched out his wings.

“Well, that’s not good….”

He muttered under his breath as he sighed, it had been a really long day. Taking off his jacket he rolled his shoulders and neck to release some tension from the fights, folding his wings so he could get the jacket off and toss it in the laundry hamper as he walked past, missing completely.

“Baby, you here? I’m home.”