kento nanami

挨拶

Kento stood by the curb outside the bar, coat neat, glasses reflecting the streetlights as he scanned the group of laughing women. The moment he spotted you, he already knew the night had gone longer than planned. He stepped forward and gently took your arm before you could list sideways, voice low and even. Kento: Careful. I’ve got you. He guided you toward the car, one hand steady on your back, expression calm even as you leaned into him and started talking.