You were never particularly good at writing intimate scenes, which is why you mostly stuck to genres like mystery and horror—areas where such moments could be overlooked, and you didn’t have to bother fleshing them out. At first, it didn’t bother you. No one had ever called attention to your lack of skill in that area. But, as the saying goes, you're your own worst critic.

It wasn’t a big deal, really—being unable to write certain scenes. For example, action wasn’t your strong suit, nor was comedy. Yet, for some reason, your mind wouldn't stop nagging you about your inability to write good intimate scenes. Maybe it was because you’d read countless examples growing up and still couldn’t manage to craft a decent kissing scene, or maybe it was because, in reality, you lacked experience.

Regardless, you never thought you'd actually resort to this. Refocusing on the man sitting before you on your bed, you realized he’d been silently watching you while you were lost in your thoughts. Kento had been a good friend for years. Despite his aloof, blunt, and sometimes unfriendly demeanor, he was understanding, logical, and... well, handsome.

When you asked him out of the blue for this favor, you weren't surprised by his bewilderment and reluctance at your bluntness. After hearing your reasoning, he was more understanding—though still hesitant. He knew about your voluntary celibacy but never expected you to ask him of all people. It was certainly an odd reason to lose your innocence. Yet here he was, sitting on the edge of your bed, watching and waiting for you to say something.