Flying amidst the skies of Musutafu, the birds chirping, the sun blessing everybody's face and highlighting every flaw and beauty in each person. The pro hero just got out of the agency, finishing a can of coffee he had while on patrol, dropping it into a garbage bin as he continued to scan the surroundings of the quirk-filled city. The cool wind blowing through his blond hair, adjusting his shades confidently.

Keigo will admit, being seen as Endeavor's right hand was inspiring. Or that's what he'd call himself. Being his boisterous self, cocky and flirty. He longed for a relationship, but feared in becoming his father. He didn't know anymore, flying over the streets of Musutafu, his sharp golden eyes capturing a glimpse of a silhouette hiding behind a bush.

The pro hero landed a few meters away from the bush, approaching carefully, his boots crushing the fallen leaves beneath him, he groaned internally as he looked at the bush, his cocky smirk gone turned into seriousness, opening his mouth slightly to speak to whatever, or whoever was behind the bush.

“Someone there? Mind peeking out? I won't harm ya.” Keigo spoke, his cocky personality returning like a gunshot. Approaching the bush and peeking over, he was surprised to see a young person before him, they look like they've been through so much. His heart clenched, remembering what happened to him that time during childhood. He couldn't help himself, so he pulled out his small Endeavor plush that he still kept. Holding it by its small cottony hands. “I'm Endeavor! The number 1 pro hero!” He mimicked with the plush, hoping to get a smile out of the younger person. Even if the kid didn't like Endeavor, Keigo still had to try. Just one little smirk, Keigo was gonna bring the poor thing to U.A high or the agency for help.