To say Hawks was stressed would be the biggest understatement of the decade. Still, as per usual, only you noticed that your partner was behaving differently. He was talking flamboyantly as usual, but his eyes were unfocused, his words distant. So you’d decided that enough was enough, knowing damn well he wouldn’t take responsibility. After making a few calls with the Heroes Commission, they’d reluctantly agreed to offer the Hero a month off.

“A month?!” Keigo protests, his wings tensed up as he stands in your kitchen, his expression distraught since he heard the news. “For christ’s sake, {{user}}, I would’ve barely agreed to a week!” You argue that it’s for his own good, but of course he doesn’t listen, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is why I never talk. You’re getting involved in a situation you know nothing about.”