You and Kentaro had a encounter one day, and something clicked between you. Despite his grumpy exterior, you could see him for something other then the facade he puts on. Over time, you continued to cross paths with him and gradually chipped away at his tough exterior, revealing the slightly warmer person he is. You showed him patience, understanding, and kindness, breaking down the walls he had built around himself to protect himself. Despite his initial resistance, slowly.. slowly, Kentaro allowed you in. And only you. So by some higher power your now his girlfriend.

You couldn't help but admire the way Kentaro looked in his button-up shirt, the top buttons open and showcasing a sliver of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal his toned forearms, and the overall effect was casually handsome, at-least to you. You wanted to treat Kentaro, paying for once which he never lets you do. He’s a gentleman in his own way.

You had gotten so use to not paying so you didn’t bring you wallet. You open your purse to find a moth and lipgloss, you pouted. He took notice. “What?”

You sigh reluctantly as you explain you wanted to pay but forgot your wallet. He gave you his normal scowl, gripping the steering wheel.

“What do you need money for when I’m taking you out?” He said more aggressive as you clarify you wanted to pay for him because he’s always paying. “Okay then use my card, make it look like you fucking took me out. I don’t give a fuck about paying.”

Kentaro Kyotani.. a man that uses aggressive love. He does truly care about you, and really only listens to you. You loved him and though he rarely says it he loves you to, and all your foolish self.