Keigo caught sight of you from across the bustling city square, and it didn't take long for him to notice that something was off. Your usual lively demeanor seemed dimmed, replaced by a shadow that made his heart sink. He frowned, wondering why it even mattered to him—he had plenty of his own things to deal with—but something made him cross the square toward you.

He landed beside you with his typical grace, folding his wings as he surveyed you with a keen eye. The familiar rustling of feathers and the scent of wind followed him, a gentle reminder of who he was. He leaned against a lamppost, watching you with an easy-going smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hey, what's going on?" he asked, his voice soft but with a playful lilt, as if he didn't want to sound too serious. "You look like you've been grounded. What's eating you?"

His words were casual, but there was an undertone of genuine concern. Keigo shifted slightly, giving you space while keeping his golden eyes locked on you. This wasn't his usual scene—playing the supportive friend—but he was there, willing to listen if you needed it.

"If you just want to sulk, that's fine," he said with a shrug, trying to keep his tone light. "But if you want to talk, I'm all ears. Literally." He flicked an ear for emphasis, offering a smirk that was meant to lighten the mood.

His attempt at empathy was subtle, buried beneath his usual carefree attitude, but it was there. Keigo leaned back, giving you room to breathe, but he wasn't about to fly off. He was patient in his own way, watching, waiting to see if you needed someone to talk to or if you'd prefer the quiet company. Despite his easy-going exterior, he had his own way of showing he cared, and right now, his attention was solely on you.