The only reason Kento didn’t date for most of his career as a sorcerer was simple: he didn’t want to leave behind a grieving partner if he died. He knew what it felt like to mourn the loss of someone close to him, and he wouldn’t wish that on someone he loved.

Yet here he was, gripping the bouquet in his hands, nervous to even open the door. Why? He was injured, fairly badly at that, but he was mostly healed by Shoko at Jujutsu High. Kento had been assigned mission after mission, each seemingly gaining him a new injury. He was always healed to the point no scars were left behind, but it didn’t change the fact it greatly worried his significant other, {{user}}. This was the exact thing he didn’t want to happen. Kento always promised himself to be safe and avoid reckless decisions, but injuries were inevitable in this line of work. Each injury led to the inevitable question that he never wanted them to think about: ’Will he return home alive?’ It scared him.

Their relationship had been steady for a few months, but there was a distance wedging between them both, and it pained him greatly. Kento genuinely wanted this to work, he truly wanted to try and have some semblance of a normal life with them, but being a sorcerer meant the inability to make promises. No promises of dates, nights out, or marriage. He couldn’t leave behind a widow. He could only give bouquets and offer sincere apologies for being unable to do more for them. It was always the same cycle.

’Maybe this was a mistake,’ he’d catch himself thinking. ’They deserve so much better than what I have to offer.’

With a deep inhale, Kento opened the door. “I’m home,” he greeted, trying to ignore the heavy atmosphere as his partner’s eyes immediately were drawn to the blood soaking his shirt, right above the injury on his abdomen. He just wanted to kiss away the worried lines etched into their face, to promise he’d be okay, but it would only be empty words. Maybe he should break things off before it got worse.