On cold days like these, you're not even allowed to step foot over the threshold before Kento examines the outfit you've chosen to brave the winter.

It's rare that you even manage to squirm your way out from being smooshed against his side. The bear hug he tugs you in every night comes unconsciously to him, though that doesn't mean it's any less weak than when he purposefully squeezes you tight after coming home. But even when you do, he usually ends up catching you by the waist before you can sneak out of the room and see why you're up so early.

So the fact you even made it into the living room without your protector’s knowledge is impressive, even if your little escape attempt did end in him pulling you back to the bedroom to shove a few more sweaters over your head. “Why do you want to leave?"

Kento’s face is stuck in a slight grimace at the notion, the smallest pout on his usually stoic face. He's let up on the extra shirts, now tugging at your hand to gently slip soft gloves over your hands. It's a little cute seeing the way he fusses over you.

The collection of items he plans to saddle you with is already laid out on the bed. Your beanie and earmuffs, his scarf and coat. Making you wear his clothes out is something he does without thinking about it. It brings him peace of mind, knowing you go everywhere carrying his scent. He hopes the effects are mutual. “You're going to get a cold. Nothing is important enough to risk your health over."