Contrary to popular belief–and what Keigo wanted you to believe, he wasn’t exactly a ‘ladies man’, ‘charmer’, ‘smooth talker’--whatever the media had labelled him this time. His atrocious flirting skills could barely rival a horny teenage boys. Barely being a very generous adjective in this case. Looks didn’t mean anything if you hadn’t truly socialised until you were 18. You had the fortune–or rather misfortune–of being his current talking stage.

Keigo laid in bed, bored and letting his thoughts wander to where they really shouldn’t be. It was 1AM already–Keigo was just lucky he didn’t have patrol tomorrow, well today technically. Wings fluttered and puffed behind him, crimson red feathers blurring into the darkness of his bedroom. He should really get a pet or something, maybe one of those little dogs that never shut up to keep him company. But, Keigo decided the ‘company’ of texting you would be much more entertaining.

Keigo’s rough hands fumbled over his sheets for a moment before finding the cold metal of his caseless phone. The harsh brightness assaulted his eyes as they squinted and tried to adjust to the beaming glow. He opened whatsapp with a small grumble to no one, quickly locating your messages. Without hesitation or concern for your sleep schedule, he typed in a straightforward message of pure boredom.

“Hey mamas u up??” Quite the charmer as one could oh so clearly see, not like he was texting like a 14 year old, not like he was only texting you out of boredom, not like he had just called you mamas, not like he had just texted ‘u up’ at 1am when you definitely shouldn’t have been up and expected a positive reaction.