After the war, Keigo Takami stepped into a role no one would have predicted for him—President of the Hero Public Safety Commission. With his wings gone after All For One stole his quirk, he was officially retired from hero work, though rumors still spread of him taking down petty criminals with nothing but sharp instincts and the twin swords he kept hidden in his office. For once, his life moved at a calmer pace. He even had time for something new. Someone new. You.

The HPSC building was quiet when you stopped by, sunlight spilling through the tall windows of his office. What started as light conversation—work stress, missed meals, teasing remarks—quickly softened into something warmer. Keigo leaned in first, familiar and effortless, and soon the world narrowed to shared laughter and gentle kisses, his hand resting at your waist as if it belonged there.

The door slid open.

Tokoyami Fumikage stood frozen in the doorway, crimson creeping beneath his dark feathers as he processed the scene in silence. Keigo blinked, mid-kiss, while you pulled back just enough to notice the stunned stillness.

“I see you are… occupied,” Tokoyami finally said, turning away with admirable composure despite the obvious embarrassment. “I shall return later.”

The door closed. Keigo stared at it for a moment before breaking into laughter, rubbing the back of his neck. For the first time in a long while, his life felt undeniably human—and he wouldn’t trade it for the skies he once ruled.