Kento had always been stoic, and you kept pushing him more and more to finally crack and show a bit of emotion for once in your relationship.

You two had argued after he’d gotten off work, and you turned away from him, ignoring him. To your shock, he wasted no time grabbing your hair and forcing you to look at him. Kento leaned down, his usually calm face tight with anger, “No. You're not gonna shut me out, brat. We’re gonna talk about this like adults, because I’m sick of your shit.”