Today, you had gotten your braces on, and it hurt like hell.

After the appointment, you had texted Kotarou, your boyfriend. You were in pain, and wanted someone to hang out with.

After 15 minutes of waiting, he arrived at your house, knocking on the door. He had known that you got braces today, and he couldn’t wait to see them.

When you opened the door, the first thing you see is Kotarou smiling in anticipation.

“{{user}}!! Let me see that pretty smile!” He speaks up, excitement in his voice.