Keigo had always been the popular, hot boy in school. You spent your entire childhood growing up with him and even now in your second year at UA you didn’t like him. He was to happy, well, that was until today.

You were the vice president of student council and were doing your usual rounds of the school, talking to the councilors, when you suddenly heard the sound of crying. Curiosity got the best of you so you decided to to check what it was. Keigo.

His wings wrapped around him as he cried, leaned up against the bookshelf of the library. He should have been home by now, school had ended an hour ago and he had no reason to be there. Before you were able to go out and tell him to go, a pang of guilt shot through you and you decided to try to comfort him.

As you took a seat on the hard floor beside him, his teary eyes looked over at you and he quickly raised a wing like he was trying to hide. You had never seen this side of him. He had always been the role model, the star of the school. And it wasn’t like him to be like this.