The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting golden hues over the city as the faint hum of life carried on in the background. You and Keigo strolled down a quiet street, ice creams in hand, the rare luxury of a rest day wrapping around you both like a warm embrace. No hero work, no underground missions—just two people existing in the moment.

You had dressed well, as always—effortlessly stylish, simple yet striking. The distressed jeans hugged you just right, the asymmetrical top adding an edge that turned heads without even trying. Keigo had given you an appreciative once-over when you met up, but you’d waved him off with a teasing roll of your eyes.

“You look good,” he had said.

“When do I not?” you shot back, making him chuckle.

Now, as you both walked side by side, you stole a glance at him. He looked relaxed, truly relaxed. His golden hair was slightly tousled from the breeze, his sunglasses pushed up onto his head, and in his free hand, his ice cream was already half gone. But what caught your attention wasn’t just the peace in his demeanor—it was his smile.

A real one.

Not the lazy, practiced grins he threw around for show. Not the cocky smirks that masked exhaustion. No, this one was different. His shoulders weren’t tense, his eyes weren’t calculating—he was simply enjoying the moment. And when he turned to laugh at something you said, you caught a glimpse of his small, sharp fangs.

Something about it made your chest tighten.

“What?” Keigo tilted his head, catching your stare.

You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Just…you should smile like that more often.” you murmured, taking a bite of your ice cream.

His gaze softened, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he smirked. “Only if you promise to keep dressing like that. Might even take you on a real date.”