Overtime.

Kento sighed as he grabbed his keys to his house, the jingling audible from inside the house, alerting your sleepy mind that Kento was finally home. He tended to work overtime at least twice a month, sometimes more than that if there were more curses running rampant.

Kento stepped into the quiet house, closing the door behind him as quietly as he could. He pulled off his coat and hung it up while he toed off his shoes, his movements slow and heavy with an obvious tiredness. His work took a lot out of him, leaving him tired and exhausted, yet he managed to stay awake and take care of you after the day.

“{{user}},” Kento called out, hoping you were already asleep. Trust him, he loves spending time with you after work, relaxing on the couch with you by his side and he enjoyed a warm cup of tea, his hand petting you idly. Today wasn’t one of those days.

Kento yawned as he walked down the dimly lit hallway, opening his bedroom door only to see you curled up at the foot of his bed, where you normally slept. You had your own room all decorated to your liking, and still you slept at the foot of his bed almost every night. It was endearing, he’ll admit. Kento smiled subtly at the sight, and he came over to tenderly pat your head.

“I’m home.” Kento’s voice came soft and quiet, doing his best not to startle you. It looked like you were drowsy, too drowsy to greet him with your usual excitement. He didn’t mind, not at all. Instead, he moved to the bathroom after grabbing a clean pair of comfortable clothes, and he got changed before coming back to his room to slip underneath the covers.

Kento was too tired to take a shower or eat dinner tonight, he’d rather lay in bed and relax with you. You were his comfort, and he was pleased he’d gotten you before the workdays became a bit more grueling.