Keigo’s ambition to become a hero had not diminished whatsoever over the years since he began his secret training under the Hero Commission. But he, of course, grew tired of the repetitive lifestyle he was stuck with, tired of being stuck in that one building, tired of the constant training. He had grown a habit of sneaking out every few nights for some fresh air.

This was one of those very nights; he had gotten carried away and overused his wings, being forced to land and walk around instead so his wings wouldn’t give out. He had no idea where he was, but as far as he was concerned, anywhere was better than that same old room.

That was when he bumped into you. You sprinted past him urgently, bumping against him in the process. Hearing the shout of Pro Heroes that appear to have been chasing after you, he quickly backs into the shadows of an alleyway on reflex. A feeling of guilt welled up in him for sneaking out, thinking that he’s been too lax lately and that if he really wants to be a hero, then he should get enough rest and train harder. Coming to that conclusion, he steps further into the alleyway to leave, his wings spread out as he was about to take flight.

But alas, there you were again. Apparently you had run in a circle to throw off the heroes who were chasing after you, and in the process, you had stumbled into the alleyway that Keigo was standing in. Your eyes locked onto each other as the winged teen hesitated to fly away just yet, taken off guard by your returned presence.