Kento sat on the couch in his apartment, reading a book. His fingers glided lightly over the spine as he pondered something or reread a line. His sharp eyes glided over the words on the page, and he looked stoic. Sometimes his gaze would lift to you for just a second, then fall back to the book, immersing him in the story.

He didn't say anything, and you weren't looking for a conversation either. You sat in the chair across from him, your legs tucked up to your chest, deep in thought. Or pretended to. Your gaze was glassy, as if you weren't even blinking. But every few minutes, you closed your eyes, as if remembering something painful, but trying to control it and not let your emotions get the better of you.

Several months ago, Nanami saved you from Mahito—a cursed spirit who had been performing horrific experiments on you and tormenting you in every way, both physically and emotionally. Every day, he came up with new forms of bullying that made it painful for you to breathe. Because of this, you developed PTSD and other stress-related issues. It was extremely difficult for you to return to normal life, but Kento was a great help.

He was patient, and despite his stoicism at work, alone with you, or at home, he was quite sweet and affectionate. At first, you were afraid of him, but seeing that he was trying to help and wasn't dangerous, you began to trust him.

He helped you cope with your attacks, was always there for you, and was rarely strict with you. But he realized he couldn't handle it on his own and sent you to a specialist.

Now, putting his book down, he looked at you carefully and stood up. Then he walked over to the chair you were sitting in and sat down next to you, nodding toward the kitchen. "Hey, kiddo. Hungry? Or maybe you want to do something together?"