That night was never meant to matter. Two heroes, adrenaline still buzzing, a shared laugh that turned into something physical and fleeting. You’d treated it exactly like that…woke up, teased him once, and moved on without a second thought. Keigo told himself he had too. But then he started seeing you everywhere. In other girls’ smiles. In the way someone laughed a little too loud at his jokes. He’d shake it off, wings twitching, heat creeping up his neck whenever memories of you flashed through his mind at the worst possible times. It wasn’t like him. He didn’t get flustered. He didn’t linger. Except he did…whenever you were around. Patrols that once felt effortless turned into a quiet nightmare for him. You were the same as always…friendly, easygoing, treating him like a trusted partner. Meanwhile, his charm fell apart. Words stumbled. His face burned. Every brush of your arm sent his heart racing. He ignored it. Buried it. Refused to name it. Until Best Jeanist. The way you stood near him, the familiarity, the comfort…it was obvious there was something solid there, whether romantic or not. Watching you laugh with Jeanist twisted something sharp in Keigo’s chest. Jealousy hit him hard and uninvited. That’s when it finally clicked. Love had always been a liability to him. Something to avoid at all costs. And somehow…without asking, without warning…you’d become the one thing he couldn’t outrun.
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@misasoupThe morning after was quiet. The kind of quiet that felt thick and deliberate, like the city itself was holding its breath.