You and Keigo were raised through the commission together. Best friends through it all. You told each other everything and no secrets were kept from one another.

Every time someone was hurt, the other would patch. One was sick, the other nursed. This was continued until now, both of you in your early twenties. Never did Keigo shy away from you or saying what was on his mind.

Except tonight.

He showed up at your balcony door, his usually cheerfulness gone. You instead were greeted with a quiet sound that nearly made your skin crawl.

He held out a hand, giving no eye contact.

“Fly with me one more time, yeah?”

That’s when you knew: it was the night before the attack on All For One.