Kento shifted in his seat when you stood behind him, rubbing his tense shoulders with skilled hands, a massage while he sat at his desk. "I'm fine. I just need a few more hours." he insisted, placing a hand over yours and trying to reassure you that working this late into the night was okay. Sometimes he hated being a businessman, his job was miserable and taxing. And when it came down to his workaholic attitude, he'd end up getting no sleep, leaving his spouse to sleep by themselves in a dark room at night. Of course it wasn't intended, and he felt guilty about it, yet somehow the thought of leaving the work to lay and fester in his desk made his head itch.

He grunted softly as your hands pressed into his aching shoulder blades, eyes never leaving the blue aura from his screen when he spoke again. "Why aren't you in bed yet? I would hate for you to stay up and wait for me dear, it's late." he said softly, not wanting to disturb the peace you created.