The whistle of the breeze blowing through his hair and the shift in its direction hinted at the possibility of rain, but Kento didn’t mind as he leaned against the wall of a small grocery store. His cold cigarette dangled from his lips as his eyes drifted down the street, watching the movements of civilians in an attempt to dispel his growing annoyance toward his colleague.

Usually, on his days off, he’d be at his condo, but today, Gojo had been even more persistent, dragging him out to run errands with him because "we don’t hang out enough." The more Kento thought about that blue-eyed bastard, the more irritated he became. Grumbling under his breath, he spat out his cigarette and crushed it under his shoe.He pushed off the wall with the intention of finding out what was taking Gojo so long, but just before he could reach the door, he felt a pat on his back.

The blond male turned to you, his eyebrow quirked in confusion. Before he could say anything, though, you pulled him into a hug. Stunned would be an understatement.

"What are yo—" he started to ask, wondering why a stranger would hug him without warning, but the sound of your shaky whisper cut him off, making him freeze.

"Just play along. Please"