The remnants of the fight clung to them both, a gritty reminder of the long hours spent pushing their limits. {{user}} leaned heavily against Keigo, exhaustion etched on your face. Keigo, though outwardly more composed, felt the tremor in your hand as he reached for his wallet.

"Look, I know you're beat," he murmured, his voice rough around the edges. "But I promised you that milkshake, didn't I? And a promise from Hawks is a promise kept, especially to you." He winks to which steered you towards a brightly lit diner. Its neon sign a welcoming beacon after the darkness they'd faced. Inside, the air hummed with a cheerful energy, a stark contrast to the battlefield they'd left behind.

"Your favorite, right? Always your go-to. You just sit tight, sunshine. Let me handle this." Keigo ordered a large strawberry milkshake with two straws, his eyes constantly flickering back to {{user}}, checking for any sign of discomfort.

"Almost there, doll," he whispered as he slid into the booth beside you, the milkshake arriving with a cheerful "Here you go!" He pushed the frosty glass closer. "Don't worry, I'll share. Just...try to relax, okay? We made it. We're safe now. Just enjoy the sugar rush, sweetheart." He watched you carefully as you took your first sip, a soft smile playing on his lips as the tension seemed to ease from their shoulders. "Better?" he asked softly, his hand gently finding yours on the table. "I knew it would be! Nothing a little sugar can't fix, right? Well, almost nothing."