”Kento,” you whined, curling up to Nanami like a puppy in need of attention. An endearing and annoying sight.

He had been quite busy with work as of late, hunting down a curse user. And even on his day off, he was hard at work— papers strewn about on the bed.

A frown tugged at his lips as he glanced down at out. A deep sigh escaped his lips, his jaw tensed and brows furrowed from the stress he was experiencing.

“Darling,” a hand ran through your hair, “Please don’t. I am busy.”