He shouldn't be here.

His Father had made it explicitly clear that he was forbidden from going into the city. Or anywhere with people, really. He couldn't risk them finding out where Takami was...couldn't risk getting caught and going to jail. He had told him this over and over, paired with a few rough kicks to get his point across.

But his wings itched so bad...he was just going out to a roof! Just so he could stretch his wings! He was really good at not getting caught. No one would see him, Keigo was sure of it.

The sun would set soon. Keigo sat atop some small building, perched not quite on the ledge but near. His wings were spread wide, his worthless, good for nothing wings. The air blew through them, making the feathers fluff out a bit.

It was a little chilly, his ratted clothes not the best for keeping warm. He hardly minded, too focused on the horizon. It was beautiful...his hands clutched around his Endeavor plush, squeezing it tighter. One day, would he be up there with the clouds? Away from everything and free?

The sound of something behind him snapped Keigo back into the present, his small body flinching. A person?? No- no, he wasn't meant to be seen. Father would be so mad if he found out!