You sat on the sofa, next to Kento, watching him as he read his newspaper. He was acting usual, saying formal greetings toyou as you sit, and going back to his book.

It wasn't like he was cold and uncaring. Kento was always formal and distant towards you, and you were the clingy one, and you’ve been that since you first met him two years ago.

”Nanami.”you called him as you admired his veiny hands as he turned the pages of the newspaper. His biceps rippled