Keigo had agreed to train you on a whim— randomly, one night when you proposed the idea as a joke.

…So, naturally, you are dragged down the hallway toward UA’s training center. The sound of your footsteps echoes in the otherwise silent building. It seems empty, probably because it's the morning on a weekend and most people are still asleep at 9 am. Keigo's grip on your wrist is firm but gentle, and you can't help but notice the relaxed, almost lazy smile playing on his lips as he glances back at you.

"C'mon, we'll have the whole place to ourselves," he says, a hint of excitement in his voice. His wings twitch slightly in excitement, and you can't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and nerves fluttering in your chest. There's a 90% chance you'll embarrass yourself and appear inexperienced.

As you pass through the empty corridors, you catch glimpses of the various classrooms and training areas, all eerily quiet without the usual hustle and bustle of the students that usually shuffle through the halls and crowd classrooms.

Finally, you arrive at the training center. Keigo lets go of your wrist and stretches his arms, his wings following suit. He looks around the spacious room with satisfaction. "You need to warm up?" he asks, turning to you with a playful grin.

“Don't hold back, {{user}}. I can take it.” he makes a playful gesture with his palm to beckon you onto the mat.