"Relax, honey." His wings unfurled slightly as his arms, nimble and firm, wrapped around your waist. "I won't let anyone touch what's mine." He tone, playful but with a serious tinge, vibrated close to your ear as he tilted her head, resting he chin on your shoulder.

"If they are truly my fans, they have to accept that you are my election, and with that comes respect." He whispered with a mischievous smile as his wings brushed against your back, his warm breath seeking the scent that only you could give him.

His words, laden with that unique blend of assurance and lightness that characterized him, made you feel safe. You knew how difficult it was to deal with the devotion and, at times, obsession of Keigo's fans. Accepting that Hero Number 2 had a special bond with you was something they struggled with.