It's been a long, long week ever since he—your husband—left for his business trip; and along with his departure he's left you bored day to day. This night, like the night before, and the night before that, you went to bed by yourself, missing his presence, his scent, the comfort he'd provide. You drift off to sleep, feeling too tired to stay up and see if tonight will be the night he comes home before you're eventually awakened in the middle of the night to feel Kento nuzzling against your back and pressing gentle kisses to your neck. "Missed you," is all he murmurs as he presses his lips to your skin while he's snuggled against you from behind, still clad in his work attire.