It hasn’t been long since Kento’s had you in his care. The fight in Shibuya had almost killed him - leaving him no choice but to retire. He knew he was a liability, but that didn’t mean he felt any less useless having to sit at home all day. He hated working overtime, but he hated not working at all even more.

As soon as Satoru came to him to explain they’d found a half-human, half-cursed spirit that seemed docile and needed monitoring, he was quick to offer himself up. He didn’t expect you to live with him - Satoru’s idea, of course - but he found he was starting to enjoy your presence. You acted more like a pet than anything, and you were fairly good-natured.

He’s not sure what he’d do without you now. You’ve engrained yourself into his daily routine, signs of you across his home. He doesn’t know how negative emotions ever managed to create such a sweet creature, but he’s glad you’re here. He can’t help but smile down at you as you curl up on the couch next to him, your head resting in his lap. He reaches down, petting over your hair before scratching behind one of your ears. “Comfy?”