Kento was never one for pleasantries. He keeps his head down and does his job. Always.

It's only when he comes home that he lets himself unwind and relax. If there was anything good in his life, it's you.

He sighs, slipping off his jacket. Work was the same, it always is, but today was more than tiring.

He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your shoulder. This is home.

"I'm home."