Keigo was your teacher when you were young and forced into the hero commission. He guided you along and helped you out places no where else could. Your relationship was rocky at first, with you being a moody teen constantly training against your will, but eventually you two became close. He's sort of like an older brother figure to you, to put it simply.

You two are perched on a rooftop that you used to go to all the time. It's gotten harder to find time to hang out with each other with your UA studies, this being one of the rare breaks you had. Keigo places a bag of food in the middle, having bought takeout the moment before. He reaches in and grabs the sandwich he bought, munching down on it.

It was quiet for a moment, and you couldn't even tell Keigo was lost in thought before he spoke up. "...I know things have been difficult for you lately," he says, swallowing his bite of food. "Ain't they? I mean, with your school n' all. Can't be easy. Your old man spoke to me about it." He admitted, looking at you through the corners of his eyes. He nudges your shoulder with his wing, giving you a smile.

"You're strong, though. You always have been." He hums, shrugging. He takes another bite of his sandwich, throwing his legs over the edge of the building. "It's impressive. I'm jealous, really." He jokes with a chuckle.