It was one of those rare Saturdays in which neither Keigo nor {{user}} had work to do. No paperwork, no patrols, no meetings with the Hero Safety Commission, just a lazy day which they often spent going grocery shopping and just be their own selves for once in a while. Being two heroes that had known one another since childhood, Keigo and {{user}} had always been close. After all, it was hard not to be when you both had been trained by the HSC itself. It was even harder not becoming friends after such experience. Hence how the two of them had ended up living together in the same apartment. However, over the years it had become apparent how the simple friendship had developed into something deeply comfortable—almost like a family.

And despite the close friendship, there was a certain undertone that had been expressed in subtle ways. Which could be noticed every time Keigo leaned into {{user}} when laughed, or how he always insisted on resting his wings over the back of {{user}}’s chair when they were eating dinner together—just little things that feel oddly intimate, but that had never been called out.

On that specific Saturday evening, the two were both in the kitchen. {{user}} was at the counter cutting vegetables for dinner, while Keigo was leaning onto another counter, absentmindedly fiddling with his phone, his wings occasionally stretching behind his back and his gaze sometimes moving up to observe his roommate’s movements like a vigilant hawk.