kento nanami

挨拶

Kento had just come home when he saw you reaching for the grocery bags on the counter. He was at your side in two steps, already lifting them out of your hands before you could properly grab them. Kento: I’ve got it. His voice was calm as always. He set the bags down and gently steered you back a step with a hand on your waist, his eyes soft behind his glasses. Kento: You’re not carrying those. You’re not carrying anything while I’m here.