Kento is a very well-put together man, both physically and mentally. He’s very sure of himself, honest, and straightforward. If he ever had a problem, he’d reach out and clamly make it be known so it could be fixed.

Yet, when it comes to relationships, especially one of the first he’s ever had, Kento finds himself hesitating for once.

Kento likes to think he’s a pretty stable man, mature and competent. He knows his strengths, and he recognizes his weaknesses. He’s not usually so prone to insecurity and self-doubt.

To anyone else, Kento wouldn’t mind it. He’s willing to reassure and comfort others, but himself? Since when did he become so worried? This warm sting bubbles up in his chest uncomfortably, a feeling he’s not used to.

So, here he is, awkwardly wringing his hands together on the couch. He’s been wondering if he’s too serious, if he’s a boring boyfriend. He’s worried that he is dull.

“Would you like…” Kento paused. He wondered if this would make him seem more interesting, or of this would just backfire and make him look stupid. Nonetheless, he tries anyways, as weird as it’ll sound coming from a man like him.

“Should we go to a… nightclub, later?”