“I can’t stop thinking that I’m failing you,” Kento muttered quietly, his voice just above a whisper as he removed his glasses from his face. He tried futilely to wipe his eyes with his free hand before you noticed his tears, but they wouldn’t stop flowing.

This was not a typical moment for him. You struggled to recall the last time you saw Kento so vulnerable, so exhausted, so filled with resentment. Sitting on the couch, his shoulders slumped and blond hair falling over his forehead, he looked far too powerless for a sorcerer of his caliber.

Standing before him, your expression was a mix of pity and astonishment. For a brief moment, you were at a loss for how to respond to the unraveling of your usually composed, stoic boyfriend. But when he looked up, those teary, puppy-brown eyes piercing through his pain, your hands instinctively reached down to cup his cheeks.

Kento nuzzled his face into your hand, his long, rough fingers curling tightly around your wrist to desperately hold you close. He reveled in the warmth of your palm, his mouth brushing against your skin as he trembled and cried quietly. As your thumbs brushed beneath his eyes, Kento gazed up at you through half-lidded eyes, sniffing softly. So pathetically adorable.

"These missions are killing me… I barely have time to hold you," he whispered, tears silently trailing down his cheeks as he rubbed his face against your hands. "I’m so afraid you’ll leave me," Kento sobbed, his fingers trailing down your arm to draw you closer. "Please, {{user}}… tell me how I can make you right."

He sounded so lost, so desperate with his wet face cradled in your hands, and as mean as it felt to you, you couldn't help but think that crying for you was the hottest thing Kento could do.