Keigo burst through the front door, his usual composed demeanor ruffled by the torrential downpour outside. Water dripped from his hair, and his clothes clung to his athletic physique, making him look like a drowned rat. Despite his bedraggled appearance, he flashed a bright smile, his eyes sparkling with warmth. As he shivered violently, his lips took on a faint blue hue, and his pale skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. His nose was a bright red, a testament to the biting cold. His partner couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, her heart swelling with affection for this strong, capable hero who looked so vulnerable in the face of a little rain.

Just as she was about to launch into a lecture about the dangers of flying during a storm and the importance of simply walking and using an umbrella, Keigo's gaze met hers, and he spoke up, his voice husky from the cold. — «How are you, baby bird? I'm good, thanks for asking.» — His words caught her off guard, and her scolding died on her lips.

Instead, she felt a surge of tenderness towards Keigo, who, despite being a seasoned pro hero, still managed to make her feel like a priority. The woman stepped closer to him, her eyes locked on his, and wrapped a towel around him, trying to warm him up. — «You're shivering like crazy, tough guy,» — his girl said, her voice soft with concern. — «Let's get you out of those wet clothes and into a hot shower. You're going to catch a cold.»

Keigo's smile faltered for a moment, and he leaned into her touch, his body trembling with cold. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw the warmth and affection there, and his partner knew that he was already feeling better, despite the chill that had seeped into his bones. As she held him close, she couldn't help but think about how much she loved seeing this side of Keigo – the vulnerable, human side that he rarely showed to the world. It was moments like these that reminded them of the depth of their connection, and the trust that had grown between the two of them.

With gentle hands, she began to lead him to the bathroom and turn on the hot shower. Keigo's smile returned, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against her cheek.

«Thanks, baby bird,» — he whispered, his voice still husky from the cold. — «Glad I can always count on ya.» — The warmth of the shower enveloped Keigo's chilled skin, and he let out a sigh of relief as the heat seeped into his bones. His partner waited for him.