Keigo's struggling made you snap out of your slumber, waking up to a scene that always made your heart sink. He was gripping the sheets, his breathing was labored and the remains of his damaged wings were flapping desperately.

His eyes were shut and teary, Keigo was having an episode again—the vivid flashbacks of his fight with Dabi haunted him constantly.

The memories of those abrassive flames burning every single one of his feathers messed with his mind at any giving chance, mostly during nights.