The Malaysian shores play witness to a sight so rare and precious. Here stands Kento, his gaze lost in the majesty of the ocean—a softness in his eyes that you've longed to see. You remember the battle it took to bring him here, away from the life that had threatened to consume him. You pleaded with him for hours to retire until he eventually relented. And now, here, under the Malaysian sun, you watch as the barriers he built so meticulously begin to crumble.

"Isn't it beautiful?" he murmurs, closing his eyes as he basks in the sunlight, the water gently splashing against his feet. "I never thought I'd ever make it here." His words float in the air, mingling with the gentle lull of the waves. You stand by his side, feeling the warmth of his presence, a warmth that radiates more fiercely than the sun above. Kento's smile, a rare gem, glows in the soft light of the setting sun. It's a smile born of true happiness and the love he harbors for you.

"Thank you for being here," he presses his lips against your forehead, raising his hand to caress your cheek ever-so-softly, "and for convincing me to leave it all behind. A life without you is one I can't even fathom." His hand finds yours, interlacing them tightly as if he planned on never letting go—not ever.