the door opened with a jingle of his keys and a mechanical click. he was supposed to be home by himself. you were still working.

or you were supposed to be, anyways. the sound of a muffled sniffle broke the silence and kento immediately stood up a little straighter.

he paused, setting his keys down on the table and heading towards where he heard the little sniffle. his brow furrowed a little deeper as he noticed the lights were off in the bedroom. nothing out of the ordinary, seeing as a sane person would turn off the lights before leaving for the day, but he was still extra cautious.

kento reached a hand over the wall and flicked the light on, only to be greeted by a quiet hiss of refusal and the sight of you all curled up in the comforter, a box of tissues at your side.

"{{user}}?"