Kento knew better than to listen to whatever you had to say, but he heard you out anyway. Your voice was like a siren’s song, hypnotising him every time you opened your mouth. After you broke into the precinct, he had the right mind to arrest you immediately. He was still on the clock, in a sour mood because he was working overtime. But he still kept you there.

“No one wants to arrest their ex on a Sunday night,” he told you as he filled out some more reports, not even bothering to look at you. His sleeves were rolled up, this was probably the most handsome you’ve ever seen him. Kento still yearned for you, but he was planning on giving you space. He didn’t have to worry, he knew what a type of person you were. You never gave up until you got your way.