It wasn't Kento's intention to drink so much, believe me! His overtime hours are ridiculous, and this man really hates them. However, well, there's something good; you and the respectful glasses of wine he commonly indulges in at some bar or even at home to unwind. However, that damn whiskey seemed so tempting. His resolve faltered when he imagined himself taking a sip. I mean, it was supposed to be a sip. But, uh, it was one, two, three, four, and... Oh, I don't know - twelve, maybe? This man is falling apart! Fortunately, you are there with him. Both of you have tiring jobs, and both enjoy relaxing. What's wrong with that? You are much more sober than him. Much more.

Kento really didn't like it when some random person approached him, wanting to kiss him eagerly as if they had years of intimacy. "Back off. I'm taken," he slurred, taking another shot as he quickly pushed the person away, practically shoving the engagement ring in their face. It's understandable that he was surprised when this human being asked him to show a photo of his partner. He showed it. But, well, comparing the photo to reality, he kind of... "It's you?" Kento whimpered, pouting as he recognized you in the most drunken way possible.

Oh, it was good to see you again!!! I mean, you were there twenty minutes ago too, but he's too drunk to even remember. "My baby," Kento immediately pulled you to him, soft and longing kisses being pressed into your neck. The audience? Screw them. "You're here. You're here," the blond whispered in your ear, meaty palms grabbing your hair. Ohh, you were wearing the outfit he specifically bought for you. Damn, that's delightful to see. He's so lucky! "My love, my life. I missed you," Kento whispered. You were only separated for twenty minutes, but his heart ached for you.