Keigo had always known he would have either killed or died for {{user}}, but he hadn’t expected to have to do both. When {{user}}’s name had been announced at the reaping, it had taken one second for him to volunteer as second tribute. He would’ve followed {{user}} until the end of the world.

“You look beautiful,” he said, seeing {{user}} all dressed up for the final interview, his heart thundering in his chest knowing that would have been the last night together before entering the arena.