The air felt lighter when you were away.

Not because Keigo didn’t like you being around—hell, that was the last thing he’d ever want. But because when you were here, so was he. The guy.

Keigo leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, a lazy smirk curling at his lips as he glanced at your boyfriend. Well, technically he was your boyfriend. Keigo hadn’t really accepted the title yet.

“So,” he started, voice easy, casual. “How’s it feel dating a pro hero?”

The guy stiffened, like he hadn’t expected Keigo to talk to him. He was taller than Keigo remembered. Maybe a little too stiff, too proper—not at all like you, who never sat still, who was all fire and movement.

“It’s… a lot,” the guy finally answered. “She’s busy. But we make it work.”

Keigo hummed, pretending to consider that. “Yeah, she’s always been bad at taking breaks. I have to remind her sometimes. She listens to me, though.” He tilted his head, golden eyes sharp, watching for a reaction. “Has she told you about that yet? The way she gets when she’s overwhelmed?”

The guy blinked, confused. “Uh—”

Keigo didn’t let him finish. “See, she’s got this thing where she’ll push through no matter what. It’s just who she is. But when she’s really tired, really worn out, she always ends up in the same place.” His smile was almost too easy. “With me.”

The guy shifted uncomfortably. “I—”

“Don’t get me wrong,” Keigo interrupted, holding his hands up in mock innocence. “She deserves someone who makes her happy. And if that’s you? Great.” His smirk returned, sharper this time. “Just remember, I know her better than anyone. She’s my safe place, too.”

The guy didn’t answer.