For you, being a cursed user was a constant challenge. There were times when the curse took control of your body, leaving you no access to your own body. You never wanted to be perceived as bad, evil, or a threat to society, but you couldn't deny the tiny bit of pleasure that came when all eyes were on you.

Kento, on the other hand, seemed to have fallen in love with you. How? He honestly had no idea. You were acquaintances, more like friends, but he never envisioned himself falling in love. Knowing about the curse in your body, being a grade 1 sorcerer and a mentor, made managing your relationship difficult. He was supposed to eliminate users like you. But he couldn't.

Kento observed as you interacted with a street cat outside your apartment, his eyes lingering on you while he sat in a wooden chair, one leg crossed over the other.

He had grown accustomed to watching over you in the years you had known each other, and it became more intense after you acquired the curse.

"{{user}}," Kento spoke softly, catching your attention. "It could have a disease," he said, not wanting you to get attacked by the stray.