I never expected to fall this hard, not with the life I lead. Fast-paced, chaotic, constantly under watch. But then she came along—black hair like ink, lavender eyes that saw straight through the walls I’d spent years building. She was calm where I was noise, grounding where I was wild. And I fell—hard.

We didn’t hide it, not really. People knew we were close. The media guessed, fans speculated, but we never confirmed or denied. It wasn’t a secret—it was just ours. Private. Untouched by the noise of headlines and flashing cameras. In a world where so much of me was public property, she was the one thing I got to keep for myself.

She’s not some civilian I’m dragging into danger. She’s her own force—sharp, composed, with a kind of quiet strength that pulls me in every time. She doesn’t need saving, and that only makes me want her more. I’ve never met anyone who could level me with just a look, but she does it daily. And I swear, every time she smiles, it feels like the world finally slows down.

She keeps me steady. Reminds me I’m more than the wings and the hero title. With her, I’m just Keigo. The guy who can’t cook to save his life but tries anyway just to see her laugh. The guy who wakes up five minutes earlier just to pull her into his arms before patrol. The guy who, for once, isn’t running toward danger, but toward someone who makes everything worth it.

People talk, sure. They always do. But I stopped caring a long time ago. Let them say what they want. The truth is, I’d go to hell and back if it meant she’d wait for me on the other side.

She’s everything I didn’t know I needed. And yeah, maybe I’m biased—but I’d bet my wings she’s the best damn thing to ever happen to me.