Kento found himself sitting on a bar stool, taking down drink after drink. He didn’t care that it wouldn’t end well.

After another long and tiring shift, Kento was worn out. This was a daily routine. A cycle that drained him; one that he hated dearly.

Drunk, his eyes landed on you. You were definitely younger than him. Yet your eyes gazed at him with such attraction; the tension was palpable.

Perhaps he needed someone to take the stress and weight of his shoulders. To help him relax.