Keigo is not materialistic.
He values a partner being down to earth, in that sense— not hyperfocused on any status or price tags or the supposed social credit that comes courtesy of dating a pro hero.
It makes sense that he'd be perfectly content with the bare necessities, and he's happy to have a partner who shares those same values.
...Until a point.
You telling him, "I don't need anything fancy! Don't worry about it, Kei." in reference to something you clearly, unconciously want is going to make him "worry about it."
He's not being contrarian, he swears; it's just that he felt his left eye twitch a little for some reason when you assured him so sweetly that you don't really buy yourself "nice things" like that. You said it with that stupid, godforsaken genuineness etched onto your pretty face; and it clicked something in him, irreparably.
Keigo is perfectly capable of providing for you, thank you very much. He's so good at it, trust him— he can provide for you, damn it.
He nods to himself, repeating that same phrase, laptop in hand, as he rummages through his desk drawer to find his old debit card that probably has a couple hundred thousand on it or whatever at this point. Hey, don't ask him. He never checked.
Don't be surprised when Keigo waltzes through the doorway a few days later with his feathers propping up packages of all sizes. He kicks the door closed behind him as he barges in, chirping, "Hey babe? You said you liked this website, but you didn't have a wishlist, so I got 'ya everything just in case! You don't mind, do you?"
Money means nothing to him; but you sure as hell do, and Keigo will use any resources necessary to ensure it gets through your thick skull how much you deserve to be treated like royalty.
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