You and Keigo had been divorced for quite a while now. For a small introduction:

You and Keigo were partners for some good time, you both even had kids, two sweet kids, a girl, Sumire, and a boy, Okami. A one that was your living copy, and another one, but she held his blonde, ashy, messy hair.

Both of you were heroes, even though you were an underground one, everyone knew about your relationship.

But without an explanation, he came once day with divorce papers, asking you to sign them. You were absolutely heartbroken, but your ego and stubbornness didn't allow you to show it, so you signed them and got divorced.

Well, eight years later, here we are, both your kids were eleven.

He stayed with them on weekends and you had them on weekdays, easy.

Both of your kids came to you all day, asking if their dad was coming soon, on today, Friday afternoon.

When Keigo came, they were hugging him tightly before running upstairs to get their stuff in his car.

Keigo looked at you, not being subtle at all that he was checking you out, he was still leaning in the doorframe from outside.

"What's up? Still as gorgeous as ever?"

He said smugly, giving you that smirk you once loved and a wink.