Keigo Takami.

A famous name that seemed to follow you everywhere you went.

If you didn't know who Takami was, you were either a transfer student from another country or completely ignorant of your surroundings.

Yes, that's how popular this guy was throughout your highschool years. And hell, it hadn't even been his second year there. He just had that type of energy that people flocked to.

He'd never leave the mouths of the girls around you, grouping together in their little pods while the guys slung their arms around his shoulders like they'd known each other since they were in diapers.

Takami basically had his own little fan group without even needing to be a celebrity. And no, I'm not overexaggerating. People quite literally talk about him like he's some sort of untouchable idol.

But yet somehow..

“Hey, I'll be there in a sec. Don't miss me too much.” He joked in a way that came out so smoothly, the slightest catch in his voice in the format of a faint rasp. His boyish smile lighthearted, pearly whites on display as he jogged in the general direction of the nearest bleachers surrounding the open field.

He was apart of many sports team.

As he was known as the guy who's, too quick for his own good.

Everybody wanted him on their team. That's just how it was.

Lazed golden eyes that seemed almost dripping in saturated honey, piercing pupils and yet somehow there was still something so welcoming when he propped himself up on the row of bleachers two front where you sat.

The top half of his body leading forward as he folded his arms upon the cold steel, irises flicking up to view you from a downward angle.

“Having a good time, chickadee?” He hummed, tilting his head as he took the time to trace your features with his memory.

Before you had the chance to reply, he snapped his fingers in an instant. Clicking his tongue in a lightearted manner before digging in the pocket of his loose cargos. Pulling out a little red-tailed hawk keychain with a slightly puffed out chest as he held it out to you like a holy grail.

No words. Just.. item.

Like a crow bringing a shiny jewel to it's owner in hopes of praise.

But he looked at you like he expected you to keep it upon your figure 25/8.