It was just a normal day for him. Keigo got up, made himself some coffee, got ready, and went out for his morning patrol.

He gave his wings another flap as he soured in the air, keeping a watchful eye on the city below. He always figured it was easier to patrol in the sky than patrol on the ground—he could cover more distance, and easily spot villains or criminals from below.

However, what Keigo didn't expect to find today was a small, thin figure digging into the garbage between two buildings—a convenient store and a small storage unit. He stopped mid-air, his eyes widening slightly when he realized...

No, that's a child...

He let out a curse beneath his breath, feeling partially guilty for not noticing the kid sooner. They were so, terribly thin. Were they homeless?

Slowly, careful not to startle them, Keigo lowered himself to the ground below, his boots landing against the concrete with a barely-there tap. He folded his wings behind his back in a nonthreatening gesture, fully aware of how wary some homeless children could be, his golden, bird-like eyes softening with concern.

"Hey there, kiddo," He addressed them gently, keeping his tone light and soothing. "I'm a pro-hero. Can you get out of the trash for me? You're not in trouble."