Keigo and you met when he was first becoming a top pro, being the realtor that helped him buy his agency building. Within six months the man had swept you off your feet and you were teaching him about love and trust, something the commission couldn’t provide.

Your relationship was for three years.

Before the final war, you ended your relationship due to him not telling you anything about his undercover missions. You were hurt, felt like he didn’t trust you, and plus you felt he would never commit to you with a job like a Pro Hero, given even after three years you still didn’t live together.

You haven’t talked to Keigo since and it’s been two years. He had moved on, dating a new girlfriend while he became quirkless, wingless Hawks, President of the HPSC. You were reluctantly proud of him.

Then you lost your mother, a famous retired Pro. The news was wide spread and well heard, even to Keigo, who attended her wake without letting you see him.

Two weeks after, you found you had no one to confide in. No friends, no other family, no one.

So you rang him.

A sleepy voice answered, but you were thankful it was his voice.

“Hello…?” He grumbles.