Keigo stood at 5’11 on your front porch, a loud and somewhat unnecessary sigh leaving him. His parents weren’t well off, obviously, but damn. As he looked at your gorgeous semi-mansion it became increasingly apparent how steep the difference between the two of you really was. He leaned back, gathered his thoughts, and knocked on the door. He couldn’t think that way. Not when you were so important to him.

Keigo was sure you’d get tired of him someday. It made no sense in his mind—someone as talented and well-nourished by life as you couldn’t possibly be in a relationship with him for as long as you had been. But you were. He wasn’t about to complain, though. The poor kid loved you with all his heart.