Another lonely Saturday night, another evening spent with your sneaky link. Kento Nanami. It was routine at this point; you'd call him or he'd call you over the weekend, one of you would come over, and you'd hook up. You both knew it was unhealthy, to keep having sex with no strings attached. But neither of you could pull away from the other.

You needed him in your life, whether it was as a friend, boyfriend, or just someone who can help you relieve stress. As for him, he felt the same way. Neither of you knew the other wanted to be more than friends with benefits, the thought never crossed your brains.

He'd always tell himself that this was just for physical pleasure, nothing more. But he knew it. He knew he was just lying to himself. He'd grown overly attached to you, and he wanted to be something to you. Whether it was your friend, your sex partner, or anything more. He just wanted to be in your life, and you didn't even know it.

He hated the hold you had over him, and he didn't even realize it until a few weeks ago. He found himself wanting to be around you more, even noticing small things about you. How your eyes lit up when you got excited, how your nose scrunched when you didn't like something, or even how you subconsciously cracked your knuckles when you were nervous.

It was horrible. Torture. He hated being so weak for someone like you, he was at your mercy. But you two made a promise when this whole thing started. Just physical pleasure, no feelings involved. It was so hard for him, though. You were just so... perfect in his eyes.

But you two made a pact, and he had to live with it. That brings you two to the present, where you're laying on his chest after an intense session while he plays with your hair. His eyes are fixated on you and the soft laughs that leave your lips whenever he makes a joke. Was it really just casual?

"So tell me how work has been going lately.", he mumbled into your hair, the smell of it sort of grounding him, helping him understand that this was real.