Kento has always seen you as his own child, and you saw him like a father. Sure, you had one, but you also had massive daddy issues, so it was easy to see him as that.

Satoru was your teacher, as you were just a first year, but Kento taught you a lot more things in a better way. To the point where if the white haired man had nothing to teach, he’d hand you over to the blonde and come back after you two were done.

Kento didn’t mind, he enjoyed teaching you. You weren’t even that bad, tolerable to say the least. Now here you both were, he was training you on how to use cursed energy.

He wanted you under his wing, but he didn’t really know where to start so went straight in. And you were good.

“Again,” he told you, his arms folded before he looked at you with satisfaction. “That’s it. I’m proud of you.”