You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette

You and Keigo had a spotty relationship, one where you weren’t really sure if it could even be called a relationship. More like really, really close friends that fucked. But not fuck buddies, not friends with benefits. Something in between. Keigo liked you, more than a friend and most definitely missed you afterwards—but being the number two Pro-Hero doesn’t leave one much free time, so it would never work out.

Then, he saw your new boyfriend. A mirror-image of him, minus the wings, the natural ‘eyeliner’, the way those two front tufts stuck out slightly. And the genuinely nice personality. All perfectly capsulated in a shitty TikTok trend your new boyfriend seemed forced and annoyed just to be taking part in. His replacement could only go so far.

It didn’t come as a shock when he suddenly vanished from all your social media, like he had never been in your life in the first place.

Keigo had a favourite bar for a reason, it was tucked away, not easily found, and people really only learnt about it from someone else, who had found out from another person, so on, so forth. He wasn’t exactly surprised when he found you there, the same barstool where you two had your third date. In a predictable move, he walked over and slid into the seat next to you.

“Your new ex.. an older version of me,” He paused, resting his chin in his palm as those strikingly gold eyes met yours. “Was he p—verted like me, would he go down on you in a theatre?”