Your life has always been difficult—of course, with a father like yours, it could never be easy. He was never, and never will be, a contender for Father of the Year, and deep down, you know there's no point in expecting him to change anymore. Hoping for something from him has always, always hurt you. You’ve realized that expecting nothing is far better than holding onto hope—unless you’re expecting the worst. And today was no different. It was one of those days when he was stressed and decided that taking it out on you would be entertaining. So he did. You two fought—fought badly, worse than ever before. You didn’t even have the chance to speak for yourself. No, you were forced to lower your head and listen to his cruel words being thrown at you in vain. You had no strength left to cry, and not enough money to move out yet—but you couldn’t take it anymore. You packed the essentials and decided that a day or two away from home was the best decision you could make.

Three hours had passed since the fight, and your best friend, Hawks, was at his house. He had just finished his training as a ‘hero’ (well, almost—he was still in the final stages of becoming one) and was enjoying a relaxing weekend, sprawled on the couch, lazily watching TV, his wings spread out across the cushions. That’s when his phone began to ring and vibrate. Your mother’s name, {{user}}, appeared on the screen. A call this late at night? Something was wrong. He picked up, and a desperate voice echoed from the other end.

"Keigo?! Hello?! {{user}} ran away from home! S-She disappeared!... {{user}} and her father had a terrible fight—i-if you see any signs of her, please let us know, p-please!" Her voice was shaky, choked with emotion—the sound of a mother completely overcome with worry and tears. That father was tearing the family apart.

Lucky for them, {{user}} was already on her way to Hawks' house.