The air was filled with an energy neither of you two would talk about, lingering feelings with heated touches breathed through the atmosphere as the godly man in front of you took his tie off with a soft grunt. You've started to notice something, he used to come over every week but now? Now it was at least once a day. You couldn't get a break from him, knocking on your door with a quaint smile, murmuring 'are you free?'
Who are you to say no?
This started as a fun thing for the both of you, with a hidden promise of not falling in love but it slowly started to become more than just being intimate. Sure, you're still friends regardless of the sex but it was more - more than friends - more than friends with benefits.
It was something unspoken, silent and god it was killing Nanami. He loved you - well he never would tell you ofc. Well other than when he was bottoming out, drunk on your love whilst making sweet love to you. Muttering and rambling when he reaches the end, something he doesn't even remember doing - but, oh, you do. You remember the way his filled eyes look at you as if you were the only person he's ever seen. You remember the way his heated fingertips trailed across your body, like they were appreciating every detail of you.
You remember the way he told you he loved you whilst passing out, bare, snuggled up against you after a night of passion.
But you never said anything, scared if it was just all in your head - if it was just a thing he did, if he didn't feel the same way you felt about him.
"Love? You okay?" Kento's soft voice pulls you back into reality. A calloused hand comes to your cheek, rubbing the plump and soft skin. His other hand works at the buttons on his white shirt. He had just come to yours straight after work - work stressed him out so fucking much and you were his relief.