kento, my always, in all ways

hold me, console me, and then i’ll leave without a trace.

@camarei (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

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current status: hiatus

that is, after he met you.

ever since then, he slept comfortably—hell, he slept before hours earlier than he usually does.

you’d both spend your weekends just cuddling in bed.

knowing that you’re right beside him makes him feel at ease. so whenever you both wake up, he’s always energized, always so productive.

when you notice that that habit of him is starting to come back, you’d invite him to bed and caress his closed eyes, opting him to sleep.

and he does. he always does.

thats the closest to heaven ill ever be.

i mean it.

absolutelly LOVING your account.

sweet pink gliterry lip glossed kisses <33333

of course, he won’t forget about his daughter, doing the same routine for her.

he then wakes the both of you up with gentle kisses. all you had to do was shower, get dressed, and eat before he drives you to your workplace and your daughter to her school.

when there are times that you had to go overtime, he’s stay up on the couch—flicking pages of the his book after having to put your daughter to bed.

as soon as you come home, no matter how late it was. get ready to get pampered.

you experience this everyday, you lucky duck.

oh she likes mahito btw, don't ask me why

jail time .

“huh? we don’t even have a kid nor am i pregnant, ken.” you reply, chuckling at him.

“hm, not yet.”

“hm? do you not like it? do you want me to stop? we’re just having a great time.” you reply as you rub his chest, your touch so soft and gentle it made him forget what he was worrying on.

“i do like it. it’s just... feels unethical.” he retreats from your hold for a few seconds then came back to lean in again.

“i don’t think cuddling with your wife is considered ‘unethical’, baby.” you kiss his forehead, nuzzling his face on your neck as you pat the back of his head.

“yes, but i’m sick. what if you catch it?” he whispers, his hot breath tickling your neck.

“if snuggling with my husband would be the cause of my flu, i’d gladly accept it.” you let out a soft giggle as your free hand slithers on his back, massaging little circles on it.

after a few days, kento got better. and then there you were, sick in bed. but no worries! he’s there to take care of you like how you did to him.

“hello...” he muttered as he catches his breath. holding out a little note with some rushed scribbling on it.

“hello, are you alright?” the cashier replies, clearly alarmed by his state.

“yes,” he makes a gesture on his hand signaling the woman to wait, “do you... do you happen to have a whole block of fondant?”

“a whole block—what do you need it for?” the woman looks up at him with a confused look.

“it’s my wife. my wife needs it.” he says finally steadying his breathing.

“a whole block of fondant seems a bit too much for baking...” the cashier replies.

“s’not for baking. my wife wants to eat it. please, i’ll pay you for how much you bought it...” he looks... desperate?

“right, let me bag it up for you...” the woman briefly leaving him and then quickly coming back.

“here you go, would that be all?”

kento browses the list.

“sprinkles. a whole bag of sprinkles.” he sighs.

“i don’t think we have anymore stock—”

“please... s’all i can do for her.”

the cashier leaves the register as she goes to the kitchen, coming back with a bag full of sprinkles.

“is this enough...?” she says holding out the bag for him to see.

“yes, thank you...” he let out a heavy breath as he pays for everything, leaving a big tip.

before he went inside your shared home, he checked everything on the list.

cookies

doughnuts

fondant

sprinkles

peanut butter

everything’s sorted out.

he opens the door to see you, quietly watching some cheesy romantic movie.

“hey, sweetheart.” he softly muttered, going straight to where you’re sat.

“hi, ken. where have you been?”

he doesn’t say anything as he pulls out everything he bought.

“whatever my wife and daughter wants, they get.” he whispers as he rubs soothing circles on your stomach.

you pout, your eyes getting glassy.

“kento, i love you... so much!”

“mhm. i love you, too. now stop crying, love.” he chuckles, using his handkerchief to wipe your tears away.

“it’s the hormones, okay? also, it’s still too early to know the gender... what do you mean by ‘daughter’...” your voice shaking as you sniffle.

“i just know that it will be a girl...” he kisses your forehead, placing a hand on your tummy. “now, now. enough crying and eat, dear. the whole bakery even gave me weird looks as i bought those. but, anything for my pretty girl.”

you’ve been standing in front of the mirror for the past 30 minutes. hands squeezing your stomach, stretch marks are clear as a day.

you’ve felt nothing but disgust to yourself. sure, motherhood was a rewarding thing—but, the outcome wasn’t.

your mind was always preoccupied on what his thoughts are.

does he feel disgusted looking at you like you do? would he leave you for someone who has a better one?

your thoughts were snapped as the bedroom door clicks and shuts, seeing kento in the reflection.

his hands automatically going to your waist as he places his chin on your shoulder.

“hello, love. are you okay?” he mumbled, giving soft pecks on your neck.

“do you think my body’s awful?” you ask with no hesitations.

“what? of course not. what or who made you think that?” he looks at you, as if you offended him.

“nothing, s’just that i don’t feel... beautiful anymore.” you let out a heavy sigh.

he takes you to the bed. he sits up as he opted you to lay on his lap. your head not resting on top of it.

“your body’s gorgeous, sweetheart. you just brought life into this world, nothing’s more beautiful than that—than you. please, don’t ever think about that again.” he paused for a bit, gently caressing your cheek. his free hand gently playing with your hair.

“i love you not for your body, but for who you are as a person. i don’t want you worrying about how i feel towards how you appear because in my perspective, you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever laid my eyes on. i’m always here to help you out. baby steps, ‘kay? i don’t want you bottling these up, dear...” he sighed heavily, looking at you as if he’s pleading.

“m’sorry, ken...” you turned your hid to the side and bury your face on his stomach.

“there’s nothing to apologize for, okay? i love you so much, sweetheart. please, always remember that. now rest.” he muttered, softly patting your head.

you quickly sat up.

“but the baby... she might be hungry and wake up any minute i have to take care of her—” you were completely cut off with a shush.

“you deserve a rest too, my love. i’ll take care of her. what i want you to do is sleep.” he brings his hand on your cheek as he thumbs your cheeks. pulling you in for a kiss.

“are you sure?”

“positive, dear.”

“okay. goodnight, kenny.”

“goodnight, my sweet girl. sweet dreams, yeah?” giving you one last peck as you succumb to sleep.

you didn’t even hear him get inside the bathroom, you only recognized his presence when you felt a hand snaking down to your stomach.

he carresses it with so much care, too—as if it’s so fragile that with one rough move, it would break.

whether you’d be lounging on your couch,—watching whatever filled your heart’s content, his hand would always rest on top of your belly—occasionally rubbing it so gently you’d fall asleep ‘cause of the soothing motions. just hearing your soft snores calms every part of his body...

he decided to try a trick he found online where husbands lift their pregnant wife’s stomach to relief them and when he found out that you liked it—he’s always doing it. following you around the house, holding your belly as if he’d die if he ever lets go.

kento who just can’t wait for his darling baby girl to be born...

waking up early to make him some breakfast, maybe even ask him to do a morning jog with you and then come back home to do some cuddling.

he loves when you put those face masks on him... he’s not really fond of it at first but he eventually got used to it.

what he finds the most adorable is when you clip his bangs with a pompompurin hair clip, with you yapping about how he resembles the little yellow character.

it would then lead to him laying his head on your lap while he listens to you talk about all the latest gossips that you’ve heard—he doesn’t really understand most of it but he’s trying, okay...

as the day comes to an end, you’re both back on your shared bed. fighting on who loves the other person more—in which he always win by the way—eventually feeling drowsy and sleeping in each other’s embrace.

he can’t wait for another day off.

older bf kento who makes it a regular thing to buy you plushies, flowers and accessories.

older bf kento who buys you everything that you touch but put back when you check the pricetag.

older bf kento who got an earful on you telling him to stop spending so much, he just can’t help it...

older bf kento who makes sure that you’re well taken care of. food? he’s cooking for you. new clothes? he’ll give you his card and even help you out on shopping. he’s there to spend any given amount just to see that familiar smile on your face.

older bf kento who was almost in tears when you gave him a present..

“it’s just a cheap watch, ken... it’s just for display. i promise to buy you a new expensive one when i have the money again... and you’re free to use your current one.” you chirped.

“i love you. i appreciate the gesture but you really didn’t have to...” he replied.

“do you... do you not like it..? i’m sorry—” you say as you look up at him.

what if he really didn’t like it? you kept on telling yourself “it’s the thought that counts.” you must think of him so lowly, a rich business man wearing a piece of cra—

“sweetheart, it’s very nice—in fact, i love it. however, i just don’t want you spendin’ money on me when it’s really the other way around...” he argues, snapping you out of a trance.

“but, you deserve gifts too, ken... i feel bad having to take your money to spend on myself when you barely even touch it for you wants and needs...” you say, your voice almost shaky.

“thank you for reminding me of my worth. i love you so much, my sweet, sweet girl.” he murmured, drawing closer and enveloping you in his warmth.

older bf kento who has an awaiting present for you as well, a small little box containing a ring inside—hidden in his drawer. but that story’s for another day...

older bf kento who is used to receiving your little messages whenever you find your class ‘boring’...

you : kennnnnnnnnnn :((

ken :3 : hey, love. aren’t you in the middle of a lecture right now?

kento : you shouldn’t be using your phone.

you : but i miss youuuuuuuuu and this class is making me feel sleepyyyy :((

kento : silly girl, you’ll see me later when i pick you up... just a couple more hours, yeah?

you : okayyyy, i love you !! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

kento : i love you more, sweetheart. ❤️

older bf kento who always smiles whenever he sees your cute little messages accompanied by some random emoticons...

older bf kento who just can’t wait to get off work. he actually needs to see you, like right now... he’s so desperate but he doesn’t like to admit it...

older bf kento who sees you with a guy who seems to be... clingy.

the car ride home was silent, none of the usual chatters or your stories that you call tea. breaking the silence, kento spoke.

“who was that?”

“who was who?”

“the guy who was all over you earlier, sweetheart, who else?”

“that’s just my friend, ken...”

“i don’t think friends do that to each other, love.”

“he has a boyfriend.”

“oh.”

older bf kento who never stopped apologizing for doubting you. he’s matured enough to not prolong fights but sometimes, his insecurities get the worst of him.

older bf kento who gets fed with constant reassurance from you. and according to him, he really doesn’t deserve you.

next door neighbor kento who looks so arrogant but gives you the sweetest little smile whenever he meets you in the hallway.

next door neighbor kento who sometimes comes knocking at your door, asking for some sugar.

next door neighbor kento who is very reliable, he’d always be there to help you whenever you struggle on some housework.

next door neighbor kento who checks up on you first whenever there’s a blackout.

next door neighbor kento who loves it when you invite him over for dinner, your warm home cooked meals are his source of energy.

next door neighbor kento who helps you bake pastries. oh, you’re craving for something sweet? just knock on his door and minutes later, you’re happily munching on some sweets.

next door neighbor kento who gives you a key to his apartment. it’s only fair—after all, you also gave your key to him, right?

next door neighbor kento who is good at baking yet always managing to make a mess in the kitchen, to be frank—he cannot cook.

next door neighbor kento who is always eating takeouts, not just because he can’t cook. he doesn’t really have the time.

next door neighbor kento who looks so tired because of work—baggy eyes, and his usual warm face is slowly going away.

next door neighbor kento who you invited for some meals whenever he’d come home. one time, he was surprised to see a neat bento on his kitchen counter with a note saying that it was from you.

next door neighbor kento who happily eats what you’ve prepared for him.

next door neighbor kento who knocks at your door while holding freshly baked pastries—his way of saying thank you.

next door neighbor kento who asks you out on a date—completely nervous, but when you agreed—his grin was almost to his ears.

next door neighbor kento who takes you out on several dates, hoping that one day—you two would get tied together.

next door neighbor kento who is just in love with you. after you two made it official, he never went home to his apartment—it was cold and empty, his presence clearly not there.

next door neighbor kento who finally lives with you. he gets to experience what being loved is everyday, and it’s all because of you—his beloved.