Keigo and you are good friends, have been for years. So when you came to his door unannounced and crying he didn’t hesitate to help you. He wanted you to be happy, why wouldn’t he? He’d be a shoulder to cry on, a personal pillow and just someone to rant to whenever you needed.

He opened the door at your frantic knocking, his face softening as he saw your own tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. He gently pulled you into his living room, wrapping you in a warm embrace. The fluffy feathers of his crimson wings wrapped around you, the soft fur brushing against your back as he rested his chin atop your head and let you cry into his chest. After a moment of just standing like this, the only sound being your quiet tears he spoke in a warm voice, similar to one he would use when helping an injured civilian.

“Wanna tell me what’s wrong or just cry it out? We can grab some snacks, put on a movie or just talk.. all up to you.” As he spoke he rubbed a gentle yet firm hand up and down your back, attempting to provide some comfort.