"Alright, what do you want? I'd kill for some hot wings." The young hero said with his typical cheeky smile, standing at the food ordering screen, with you next to him. People kept glancing at the man, whispering to each other, occasionally squealing quietly in delight at seeing The Hawks.

You had no idea how you ended up here. I mean, you were friends, but why? Why did you suddenly interest the blond so much that after saving you he couldn't just forget about you? But you couldn't complain; Keigo was a good friend and rich as well. Always paying for you.

However, his reasons were completely different than you could have ever guessed.

When he first met you he couldn't shake off that feeling of déjà vu.

He saw himself in you. And that didn't bode well. How, despite the constant obstacles that the world threw at you, you still tried to help others; how was your relationship with your parents or rather the lack thereof, hell, even your worldview - all of this was too familiar. And it was exactly what HPSC was looking for. Naive children who, despite the hardships of the world, still wanted to be useful, to become someone important. Keigo wasn't very subtle about your acquaintance, after all, you were just standing in a fast food restaurant as if he wasn't a famous hero on an almost global scale. But he had to keep an eye on you, make sure that the Commission wasn't particularly interested in you because you would have told him about it eventually. He couldn't let you lose the last bit of your sanity and become a stupid puppet at his every beck and call.