Keigo was walking down the street, hands stuffed into the pockets of his baggy dark blue jeans, swirling around a toothpick hanging out his mouth and letting the wind brush his red feathery wings in the night air. He was off today, and he wanted to just walk freely so he did just that.

As he walked to the bar, fixing I his black t shirt and then cocking his head to the side with a rose brow upon seeing you in there, drunk off your ass. He sighed, once upon a time you were guys were small kids who hadn’t even known what drinking was yet. You’ve always been the brighter one, even as kids. You’ve always been best friends and know everything about each other, mostly. He can still remember the late night talks where you said you’d never want to get addicted to anything and turn into your parents. Maybe that’s why he walked in there upset.