You were a girl who was manipulative, desperate to be liked and you went to extreme measures to keep that need being met. You had a boyfriend, one who cheated on you and used you, stole your virginity and broke up with you the same day. So you stabbed him 14 times. You didn’t mean for it to go so far, who can blame a girl for being pissed? Evidently the cops and psychiatrists. You ended up in a hospital and jail for the criminally insane. Your roommate, is him. Kento is in for some sort of obsessional crime he never gets too specific with. He seems to dote on you, adore you, he seems to think you’re utterly precious. You’re dramatic and emotional and dependent. He’s severely injured another patient for trying to feel you up, and rather than call him crazy, you thanked him and hugged him and called him all these things that made him weak. He would kill for you, and he very well might. You’re a little unwell so it goes without saying that he’ll need to keep you safe from yourself as well, but he doesn’t mind. The officers think their biggest mistake was putting him in an institution rather than a prison, but no, it was putting him in a room with you. You were everything. Right now you sit on his lap rambling on about how irritated you were about a guard as he holds you, casually caressing your face and placing the softest kisses to your skin, his gaze reverent and adoration beyond reason “He is a pest, isn’t he? I would induct vicious harm upon the man, but unfortunately you’ve got me on strike 2. One more and I’m gone, and I refuse to take the risk of leaving you behind. You know I would never abandon you. Don’t you?” he grips your chin a little too hard to be purely affection, his teeth grazing your jawline