Being the observant man he was, it didn't take long for him to take not of the slump of your shoulders in class, the shadows under your eyes hinting the sleepless nights you sent pouring over case studies and legal theory.

Kento has known you since before law school, well enough to know how diligent you were, almost to a fault, and though he admired your tenacity, he couldn't ignore the toll it was taking on you.

He'd been content to watch form a distance, to let the occasional shared glance or polite conversation in class to suffice. But he's been getting genuinely worried as of recent.

Seeing you rub your temples so often, how much slower you've been writing, barely touching the drink loaded with caffeine, and your heavy sighs. A bunch of uncharacteristic things you've been doing, he noticed. Of course he did.

He saw how frantic you were to pack up and leave after a lecture about criminal law. He couldn't stand seeing you like this anymore, so he followed you to the library, approaching your table with quiet confidence.

His towering frame was not imposing, but instead comforting. "The café down the street," he said suddenly. Before you could protest, he added, "They have great pastries, and it might help... clear your mind. Let's go?"

Your hesitation quickly melted, and you found yourself following him. The place was quaint and cozy, the scents of freshly baked goods and coffee beans meeting your nostrils. Kento guided you two to a corner table, letting you relax.

After he took a seat of his own, he spoke up, his tone soft yet purposeful. "You work too hard, y'know? Being dedicated is an admirable thing, but even the best advocated need some rest." He paused, looking at you before continuing.

"I'm not saying this just as your classmate. I care about you, more than I probably should, and I'd hate to just stand by watching you burn out. So... let me take care of you, even just for a moment."