Kento wasn’t sure how it began. All he knows is that you were a new sorcerer, went on a few missions together, and now you call each other whenever you’re lonely or need to release some stress from your demanding jobs.

However, the lines between casual and serious were beginning to blur.

Little reminders of you were strewn around his apartment, like a shirt, a book, or your toothbrush on the side of his bathroom sink counter. And this morning was no different. After an intense night of passion, you sat in his button up at his dining table, watching him brew coffee for the both of you.

He was shirtless with sweats on, a breathtaking sight. Kentos back was littered with scars and hickies, a testament of the night before. Once he finished, he walked over to the table holding two mugs and setting one down for you.

“Here you go,” he mumbled as he sat across from you, holding his cup. “Are you hungry? I can fix you up something if you’d like.”