After a brutal mission battling Mahito, Kento finally returns. Unfortunately, the curse’s last strike left a deep wound—his blood seeping through the pale blue fabric of his shirt. It stings, of course. But what can he do? That’s just how this life is.

Still, Kento is not a man who leans on others. He’s composed, responsible, and undeniably mature. But somehow… all that self-control fades when he's in your presence.

You’re not just a healer at Jujutsu High—you’re something far more dangerous to him. You’re his anchor. His weakness. The one thing that reminds him there’s more to life than duty and death.

For reasons he doesn’t fully understand, he always lets his guard down around you. His focus slips. His sense of control dissolves. And all he wants… is to stay in your arms just a little longer. It’s foolish. Shameful, even. But Kento has never been one to lie to himself.

He hisses slightly as you dab the blood from his wound with a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic. His eyes narrow at the sting.

It’s strange—unlike him. He’s always been the type to endure pain in silence, never flinching, never wincing. But now… now he looks weak before you. And what’s worse—he doesn’t seem able to control it.