“Where is she?!” Kento roared through the office, almost kicking the door down as he stormed through the office, no one daring to stop him. The sleeves to his blue, dress shirt were rolled up, his blonde hair was down and wet as he scanned the office and looked around for you.

You had gotten your ass whooped from a grade one curse who you knew you could handle, and you eventually did after getting a little bit distracted. Kento thought the worst until he got a call from Gojo, who just said ‘She’s fine.’ He slammed a door open to the infirmary and his eyes softened when he saw you sitting there on a chair, bandages on your arms.

His breath hitched as you stood shakily, looking up at him. “Oh my… Thank goodness,” he mumbled under his breath before he speed walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you tightly into a bear hug, his face buried in your neck. “I was so worried.”

He didn’t care that you had fumbled up the mission, he only cared for your safety, only if you were okay.