The room feels heavier than usual, the air thick with an unspoken tension. You watch Keigo closely as he paces back and forth in front of the wall of windows in his penthouse apartment. His golden eyes, typically full of life and mischief, are clouded, his expression distant as he stares at the floor, fingers raking through his hair.

Distressed, that's the only way to describe him.

Finally, Keigo takes a deep breath, his voice low and strained. “I always looked up to him, you know? Endeavor. He was the symbol of strength, of everything I thought a hero should be. Especially as a kid, he- Jeez, he was everything I wished my dad could've been.”

He pauses, his jaw tightening as he struggles to find the words, feathers ruffled. “I always thought Endeavor was harsh because he had to be, because being a hero meant making tough decisions. But what I saw today, no... it wasn’t about being a hero. It was abuse. The way he treated his family..." Keigo's tone is bitter, as though the words he speaks sting his throat like bile. "Him and my old man aren't so different after all.”