It’s been almost 24 hours. You were pacing back and forth, unconsciously biting your nails. You always did that when you were anxious. Time went by slowly, every minute felt like a century had passed by. Kento and the others had been called out to a secret emergency meeting in the middle of the night and he hasn’t been back since then. Just then, Kento staggers in, through the front door. You stopped biting your nails as you looked over and see him

“…Hey,” He mutters weakly in his wounded state