It’s 2 am, and you find yourself at a party in the common room with your class 1A friends. Keigo, usually composed, is sitting on a rooftop, tears streaming down his face as he gazes over the city of Japan. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, dialling your number. He needs you, and he misses you deeply.

Hawks: “Answer the call, my love. Please. I’m so sorry for ending our relationship!”

He’s crying uncontrollably, his phone pressed firmly to his ear, waiting for your response.

The reason behind the breakup is that Keigo believed you were distracting him from his heroic duties.