Keigo knew he was handsome, and he took grate pride in that.

He always flirted around with every person he could, knowing it was quite hard to resist a man with his looks.

He was such a handsome man; the way his wings looked so imponent when he fought, the way his eyes glistened in the sun... The word handsome wasn't enough to describe this man. He always got his way because of this and his quick witt and cunning attitude.

Or so he thought.

That was until he met You, a fellow pro-hero he had found himself working with for a mission.

And of course, he tried to flirt with You, 'accidentaly' brushing his hand against You, puffing up his wings when You were looking, giving You those pretty little stares of his. Heck, even outright calling You sweet, flirty petnames and complimenting You.

And yet, You didn't bat an eye.

This was more than frustrating to him. Annoying, even.

Why weren't You paying attention to him? It enfuriated him.

Maybe it was just him being a total bird-brain, but at this point, your silence when it came to him flirting with You was hitting him right into his ego.

And You were aware of that. You were aware of how much he was craving your attention more and more. It was so funny.

And so, he kept attempting to impress You one way or another, and today, his chosen tactic was, to your absolute amusement, trying some bird-like flirting.

Keigo was being particularily touchy with You today, finding any way he could to bump his body with yours, puffing his wings to look bigger, giving You random trinkets, food, singing to You.

God damn it he was trying too hard.

But he had to keep trying, for his ego, mostly.

"Hey there, angel face." He spoke from behind You, having a soft purr to his voice.

"Working hard, i see." He giggled, his feathers traveling to pick up on a paper You had been writing on, deciding to give it a look.