being trained by the hpsc from a young age isn't for the weak. god knows it isn't. maybe that's why he let you have keigo.

you and the blond boy were paired up together one day for training. since then it just.. clicked. you two were a pair. no doubt about it. from the ripe young age you arrived into the palm of the commission, to when you debuted as a hero. the whole time, keigo stood beside you. confident, cocky, and a little bit goofy.

you two knew each other better than yourselves. you could see past his carefree persona that he put up for the cameras, and he could see past your own. even after all these years, it was like taking a breath of fresh air after a meeting in a stuffy office.

after a long, tiring patrol shift, you collapse on the couch of your apartment. it's bare. you never had time to make it feel like a true home. the fridge is empty, the cabinets bare. taking a deep breath, you're interrupted. you hear tapping from your balcony window. cautiously, you grab your weapon of choice, and stalk over. quickly opening the curtains, you ready for a fight.

"woah, there. i didn't realize you wouldn't recognize me."

keigo raises his arms. you give a small huff, and open the sliding door to your balcony to let him in.