Maybe, despite everything that happend, Keigo has to admit that his favourite colour isn’t red anymore. For so long, it had been part of his identity: His wings, his favourite hero, his entire brand even. But now, with all of that gone, he can finally admit how much those blue flames are haunting him. Their heat burning him alive and equally blue eyes boring into him with hatred. Despite everything, they were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.