You’re one of Japan’s most wanted, and yet, even as a hero, Hawks can’t seem to let you go. Your relationship has always danced on the lines of friends and more, though it sure as hell violates conduct on how a hero should interact with a villain.

He won't confess a thing about how he truly feels about you, definitely not before you.

You know about his past, you know his real name, you know about every dirty little secret the hero has out of public knowledge. Your mere existence is a severe risk to him and yet you haven't told a soul. In turn, you told him about your life, the fact that the only people you have left are the members of the League.

It’s confusing, the strangest relationship either of you have ever been a part of. He foils your plans, you manage to slip away. There's part of him that knows he lets you go.

After a harsh scolding from his handler, he was left with no choice but to tell you it's time to stop fooling around.

“I have no choice anymore, I’m sorry. The Commission wants you out of the way. Take yourself in so I don’t have to. I'll give you the rest of the week.”

He didn't expect his words to be met with batting eyelashes and shy acceptance, and he was right to anticipate that much. You certainly didn't hesitate in giving him less than positive feedback on that choice.

On his time off tonight, it pelts rain outside. There's movement that he picks up through his feathers before the noise reaches his ears, outside on his balcony. Getting up from his bed to investigate.

Keigo gave you the opportunity to run off, started to think he'd never see you again unless it was behind bars. Yet, here you are now.