Kento sprawled out on the couch with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, staring blankly at the TV. It was one of those nights where he couldn't get his mind to quiet down; the stresses of work and fatherhood were weighing on him heavily. As much as he resented his newfound role, he couldn't deny that he felt some sense of obligation to {{user}}.

He didn't hear her enter the room; it wasn't until she sat down next to him that he even noticed she was there. She smiled up at him, warm and inviting, and he couldn't help but feel a lump form in his throat. That smile did things to him, things he didn't want to acknowledge. Not to add, she was being eerily sweet today.

"Whaddya want?”

He spat, not buying into her little games.