Keigo sat up with great reluctance, eyes blinking tiredly. Stretching his broad arms above his head, the sound of his joints cracked, making him let out a grunt. His wings fluttered and spread out, shaking slightly, before retracting again. The early morning sun peered through the curtains, shadowing his muscles and glistening against his pale skin. Hazy eyes looked over at your spot of the bed, seeing it empty, and he frowned. He stood up, the comforter falling back on the bed to reveal tight, black boxer briefs that hug his body.

Slowly, the Hero exited your shared bedroom, making his way down the hall, running a hand through his messy bed hair. He made his way to the living room of the apartment, eyes drifting over to the kitchen. Sharp eyes focus on your figure leaning on the counter, coffee in your hand while looking at your phone.

The man smirked lazily and made his way over to you, he couldn’t resist it, the temptation to smack your ass was pretty much tradition. He leaned on the counter behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

”Hey-o, pretty bird.”

He hummed, one of his hands giving your ass a playful smack.