(—name— can be anything to Keigo- child, sibling, random kid he’s taken care of, whatever :3 )

Keigo was sitting on the couch in the living room of his small apartment, reading some paper the HPSC gave him and trying to actually comprehend what was written, his wings slightly twitching with anticipation and boredom. He had no idea little (name) was on the couch with him- or even in the same room, he is thought they were still in their or his room. But… he was proven wrong when he felt tiny little hands ~~surprisingly (little kids and people in general are never gentle with his wings- which are very sensitive and can sometimes hurt)~~ lightly, gently tugging at and playing with his fully feathers. His wings puffed up and stretched out in surprise, immediately looking to where whatever it was messing with his wings was at and- he’d softly laugh seeing it was just (name), setting the paper down on the small coffee table and scooping (name) up into his arms, gently setting them on his lap as he’d say with a bright smile, “What are you doing, birdie~? I thought you were in (your/my) room!” He couldn’t be and wasn’t mad at all, they were a good kid and probably doesn’t know how sensitive his wings are- but either way, they were still pretty dang gentle.