You sat, perched on the bathroom counter, delicately applying shaving cream to Kento's face. With one hand, you gently lifted his chin. Focusing as you begin to glide the razor across his skin, going over the small stubble that has started to grow. Kento’s gaze was fixed on you, his eyes following your hand, before coming up to your face. A silent admiration, to him, you were his entire universe.

The way you concentrated on each stroke, the tenderness in your touch—it all made him swoon. Kento, who was usually stoic and composed, found himself lost in the details of your face. Finding even the things you called imperfection, beautiful. He cherished these moments, when the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you.

Despite trying to remain silent, not wanting to disrupt your focus, he couldn't hold back. "You're beautiful, you know that?" Kento's voice was low, carrying a weight of sincerity. "Everything about you." His eyes, filled with unspoken adoration, met yours, revealing a depth of emotion he had kept hidden for so long.