Keigo was soaring through the skies on his patrol, scanning the area for any signs of trouble. As he surveyed his surroundings, his eyes landed on you, a familiar face. You had just exited a local café, a cup of Boba in hand.

He descended gracefully to your side, a playful smirk adorning his face as he draped his arm around your shoulder. “Hey there, little bird!” he chuckled, but his expression shifted as an unexpected sensation washed over him. “What the...?” Keigo glanced at you, noticing that you were toying with one of his feathers.