The sun had barely cleared the skyline when the knock came at the window—not the door, mind you, but the window.

Outside, several stories up, Keigo was casually perched on the fire escape. His wings tucked loosely behind him, wind tousling his hair as he gave a lazy two-finger salute through the glass.

“Rise and shine, hotshot,” he called. “Or, you know… don’t. I’ll still come in.”

He was already sliding the window open before waiting for a response, stepping inside like this was something he did all the time. ...It was.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind,” he added, grinning like someone who had never once respected personal boundaries. “Besides, you left your comms off again and Endeavor’s chewing through steel waiting for an update. Thought I’d do you a favor.”

He gave the room a once-over, eyes landing on the still-warm coffee mug, the pile of folded hero gear on a chair, and the subtle but unmistakable signs that someone was trying to enjoy a moment of peace.

“Ohhh,” he said, realization dawning in his voice. “Were you actually relaxing? Like, off-the-clock relaxing?”

He paused. Blinked.

“…You wish. Anyway, suit up.”

He tossed a folded mission briefing onto the table, wings ruffling slightly as he turned for the window again.

“You and me. Quick recon. Should be easy. Should be.” He winked. “Ten minutes tops, and I’ll buy you lunch after.”

And with that, he was gone in a blur of scarlet feathers and smug charm, leaving the room just a little windblown and a lot less quiet.