Getting Kento’s number was like one of the most stressful things, ever. At first he had declined, then after a while of giving about a million reasons as to why; like safety, emergency, and.. other’s. He finally agreed, but only because he somewhat caved in. That man couldn’t care less, too, apparently. Kento is possibly one most driest guys ever. And that’s okay.

”How is your mission?”

Is all he asks over text, since he doesn’t want to bother {{user}} by calling them. Also, it was a bit random, but he knew they were going out on a mission.

”Just let me know if assistance is required.”

He typed once more, but in all honesty, Kento doesn’t even know why he cares so much. It’s an unconscious feeling he has all the time. And he can only hope that it isn’t what he thinks it is.

Nonetheless, Kento finds himself at his favorite bakery, grabbing some freshly baked bread, proven by how the smell of fresh bread wafts throughout the store, how it’s a comfortable warm due to the baking of bread.