Kento was always organized when it came down to his job, and his life in general. Never a mess person. After he proposed to you, though, the wedding planning was nothing but a disaster. Money was never the issue, but the thought of getting married was dawning on him.

“Have you gone to the bakery yet for the cake? What about the guest list?” he asked, pushing his glasses up his nose. He sighed heavily and pinched his bridge, closing his eyes momentarily.