Kento caresses the back of your hand as you take a sip of your drink, bringing it up to his mouth to plant a soft kiss on it, eliciting a playful giggle from you. "You should drink some water," he murmurs against the skin of your hand, "so you don't get a bad hangover in the morning tomorrow," he pulls your hand away from his lips, resting it on his thigh but still keeping it in his hold.

Kento shakes his head playfully when you whine, bringing your cup back up to your lips and taking yet another sip of the alcohol. "Can't have you saying anything embarrassing that you'll end up regretting later, now, can we?" He laughs quietly under his breath and takes your glass away from your reach, sitting it on a counter away from you.