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living with kento was an experience you absolutely adored.

at six o'clock sharp he was walking into the bakery to check on you, before walking up the stairs to your house.

at nine thirty o'clock when you were unlocking the front door, you were always met with the smell of the dinner he cooked for the two of you.

and every night after eating, he would run you a bath and massage your shoulders— trying to relieve your tension.

on your day offs, you were the one doing all those things for him.

even if he was telling you to rest because you rarely gave yourself breaks, you weren't listening to him.

you wanted to take care of him the same way he did for you; always making sure he was relaxed and satisfied and would fall asleep with a clear mind.

oh, and of course every night before surrendering to the sweet voice of sleep calling you, you'd kiss each other goodnight.

because it was simply wrong if you didn't do that.