Keigo enjoyed flying. It offered a freeing feeling that one couldn’t get on the ground. And so, you could understand his excitement when he met someone else with wings, instantly taking them under his not very metaphorical wing, and wanting to teach them everything he knew.

And the first thing on that list was learning to fly. Real birds would just kick their young out of the nest and hope they didn’t die, but he spared you more kindness, taking you to a low building so if you did fall, it wouldn’t kill you.

“Right. Take a jump and spread those wings.” He said with a chuckle, pointing at the edge of the roof.

“I’ll catch you if you fall.”