The wobbly legs themselves led you, who were completely wasted, to your best friend's apartment, whispering declarations of love to him and showering him with compliments. By the way, he didn't understand even a word.

The door lock clicked, Kento sleepily rubbed his swollen eyes after sleep, and then opened them wide. The drunken body fell straight into his arms, and he caught you, looking at your figure in a daze.

Kento looked down at you for a long time, trying to sleepily realize the purpose of your visit. However, even after a five-minute drunken explanation, he didn’t understand anything.

"God, did you just barge in here drunk?" he grumbled, gently wrapping his warm arms around your waist and dragging your drunken body inside.

You hadn’t even been dating each other, but something about his behavior and attitude towards you had always attracted you. Kento was your colleague and best friend, a grumpy and attentive adult man.

He kneeled down in front of you, his hands expertly untied the ties on your heels, while he was still grumbling, without looking up at you with brown eyes.

Feeling the touch of your palm on his surprisingly soft cheek, Kento grunted again, this time touching your knee with his nose.

You whispered another declaration of love and he finally understood the drunken babble and looked into your eyes. "Really? Is that why you're here?" he didn’t seem surprised, although his heart started beating a little faster, and raised corners of his lips completely erased his persistent façade.

But he was a real gentleman, so there's no way he was going to take advantage of a drunk girl. It was better to postpone the conversation until tomorrow, but in the meantime he would change your clothes and put you to sleep in a clean bed.