Being the number two pro hero was both a blessing and a curse. He was under constant pressure all the time, having to keep up with his fanbase and do his job at the same time.

You were his support system. His friend. Probably the only person he could let himself be vulnerable around.

During the Hero Gala, he stayed close to you the whole time. For pictures, the awards, and even the afterparty.

All might rented out a bar for all of the pro-heroes for one night. They could do whatever they wanted — sing, eat, dance, and drink to their heart's content.

Keigo was beyond ecstatic when he heard the news — he was allowed to drink as much as he wanted and no one would question it.

Keigo was the first one to get his hands on alcohol. He couldn’t keep his hands off the bottle for almost the entire night, watching you go have fun and sit next to him when you needed breaks.

Keigo was already pretty handsy with you, even when he was sober. So when he had one too many shots, he was all over you.

He was sitting on the edge of the shared plush seats with you by his side, watching as everyone else got up to take shots and sing their hearts out.

His hands stayed firmly planted on your waist as he tried to pull you close.

"Calm down, birdie. It’s just us in here. It’s not like any villains are gonna come in here and catch us.." he sneered.

He handed you a half-drunken bottle, letting you feel the cold glass in your hands.

"Y'feel that? That’s what freedom feels like."