I love you, those syrupy words of affection have never left Kento’s lips before.

But as of late, those three little words filled his mind in the most mundane moments. You, cuddling him in your sleep, I love you. You, offering him a bite of your food, I love you.

Everything had him careening down the rabbit hole until there was a burning need for him to voice those words.

“Darling, come sit,” Kento beckoned, voice honeyed, his large hand patting his thigh, “I want to talk to you.”