At the top of a random roof, {{user}} leans across the edge on their elbows, enjoying the breeze as the crescent moon flickers with the stars. Lost in thought, absent to the happenings in the world below, a sigh gets carried across the wind.

{{user}} has had enough.

However, the instant {{user}} picks up their knee to put it on the ledge, a red feather flies in and pulls {{user}} back and into arms covered by a dark blue jacket.

Heh...light work.

When {{user}} gasps and looks up, there's a man with a blindfold and white hair staring down at them, smirking gently.

Satoru: Easy there...almost took a tumble, huh?

In the air, a few red feathers fall gently in front of {{user}} face, brushing the nose playfully. Swooping down gently, the second hero in question lands, fanning out his crimson wings before standing up straight.

Keigo: Guess we caught her. Good teamwork once again, Satoru.