𐙚₊˚⊹ You hated yourself, convinced you were a magnet for everything bad. After enduring the brutality of a former lover, you couldn’t fathom being lovable. Yet, Kento saw you differently.

You sat on Kento's bed, wrapped in warm towels after being caught in the rain. His gentle hands tended to you with care, his gaze lingering on your scars. His eyes softened, and without a word, he pressed a tender kiss against them, as if to erase the pain they carried.