"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Kento asked as he noticed you descending the stairs to the living room in the middle of the night. He set aside the bottle and glass of whiskey, having consumed quite a bit as was his usual habit, and appeared tired; the alcohol helping him unwind.

You had moved in temporarily with him after a disagreement with your former landlord. Being colleagues and friends, Kento couldn't leave you stranded, even if your presence disrupted his typically solitary and routine life.