The wind howled past you as you drove on an empty road, drowning out the idle sound of your radio from your roofless convertible. Stars shone brightly, blurring together in the inky sky, with the moon's illumination fighting against the clouds. The night air felt refreshing, clearing your mind from today.

You had finished your out-of-town shifts as a Pro-Hero and were now driving back to your house to make yourself a late dinner and shower. The city was colder than usual, with small and sparse snowflakes falling from the sky, the light of billboards and bustling streets dancing across the frosty little flakes.

However, another form was caught in the corner of your eye.

A figure.

As it approached, you saw its wings and could recognize the crimson shade anywhere. It was Keigo. He flew to your moving vehicle before perching on the back seat, sitting in the lingering silence between you both before he broke it.

"Do you always have to work your ass off?" he questioned in a harmless tease, his wings folding closed after a settling flap of his feathers. "Seems like a hassle to drive this late, especially in this weather."

Sliding down into your backseat, he leaned forward and peered at the side of your face, a wry smile creeping up his face. He hadn't seen you much today, and, admittedly, he missed you. Not that he'd admit it.

"So... How was your day," he'd drawl cheekily, obviously wanting to yap about his own.