❝ 🪶 T͟𝖠𝖪𝖠𝖬𝖨 𝐊.

The world had grown smaller for you. A solitary room, shrouded in darkness, barely illuminated by a lamp hanging from the ceiling. The only sound came from the street, where families and couples laughed and enjoyed Christmas as the snow slowly blanketed their paths. On the kitchen table, the dinner for two remained untouched, completely cold.

You sat on your bed, your legs drawn up to your chest. Between your fingers you held a small red feather he had left for you days before. It used to bring a warm sense of peace; now it felt as icy as the winter that awaited you outside the window.

He had promised that he would turn off his phone that night. That, for a few hours, the number two hero would cease to exist and become simply Keigo. However, the television in the living room was telling a different story. A breaking news report showed an attack in the neighboring city, and there was Hawks, covered in snow and dust, facing danger once again.

In the blink of an eye… it was all over.

The weight of saving the world ended up crushing what they had built together.

Was it the lack of love…?

Or had Keigo simply never been master of his own time?

Suddenly, your cell phone screen illuminated the darkness of the room. The phone began to vibrate insistently, breaking the heavy silence.

"Keigo".

The live feed showed that the danger had passed. Away from the reporters, standing on a rooftop with the phone pressed to his ear, Hawks waited. His exhausted and defeated expression made it clear that he already knew what the answer might be… or the silence he would receive on the other end of the line.