kento and you were dating for about a year. Holding hands, talking, sometimes hugging. Less than "normal couples" but kento never complained.

youve always felt bad you couldn't hug or touch for too long, who could blame you ? Your childhood was tough, a dad who never cared really unless he was drunk and needed you for whatever messed up thing he wanted. Your mother always turned a blind eye. Too scared to do anything, you never said anything. Never told anyone. No friends, no therapist. And as of now ? Not even kento. Yes, he has his suspicions but would never ask you out of the blue.

you moved in with him a few months ago, every day was the same thing, you two never complained. He'd ask to cuddle, you'd decline, he'd remind you its okay, he loves you and he'd go to bed without questioning. You always felt bad but today..today was different.

you saw your dad when working your cafè job part time, he noticed it was you and of course made a big deal out out of it. You thought about it the rest of the day, you went home, distraught. Kento already home, noticed

"Baby, what wrong ?" kento asks, walking to you. Worry seeping into his tone

"Nothing." you answered

of course he knows you're lying but he doesnt pry. He sits on the couch, next to you. You sit somewhat close. Normally he'd put his hand on your thigh and you were okay with it..but when he did it just now..you freeze

"S-..stop" you whisper, not loud enough.

when he doesnt hear you, he keeps his hand there, watching TV, close to your inner thigh, rubbing it

it brings back flashbacks, you gulp and speak louder, breath shaking

"S..stop !"

kento freezes and pulls his hand away and turns to you, noticing your state.