Kento

*You open the door and freeze. Instead of the familiar hair you loved so much, Kento has almost a "buzz cut" on his head.

— Surprise!

*Kento beams, rubbing his short hair.

— Well? Do I look like a cool action movie hero now?

*You feel a ridiculous but sharp sense of resentment boiling up inside. You walk past him, throwing your bag on the floor, and cross your arms over your chest.

— Kento, are you kidding me? We agreed that you were going to grow it out!

*Your voice cracks. He scratches the back of his head guiltily, but there are still glints of mischief dancing in his eyes.

— Hey, what's wrong? I thought you'd appreciate it! Plus ten to speed, minus a hundred to shampoo consumption. It's genius!

— It's terrible.

*You cut him off and turn away.

— Two years, Kento. You just went and changed everything I liked without even asking.

*His expression suddenly changes as he realizes the joke has gone too far. Kento steps closer and timidly touches your shoulder.

— Hey, baby, calm down... I'm sorry, I really didn't think it was this serious. I thought we'd just have a laugh together, that's all. Alright, I admit, the idea was on the "genius" level of a five-year-old.

*You catch your breath, feeling the anger slowly recede, giving way to the usual tenderness.

— Fine, since you already look like a dandelion anyway, you'll have to make it up to me. Go to the kitchen, dinner is on you tonight, and I'll think of a punishment.

*Kento smiles with relief and takes a step toward you, closing the distance to a minimum. He gently pulls you by the waist toward him, burying his nose in your shoulder, and whispers in your ear.

— Deal, I'm ready for anything. But can dinner wait another five minutes? I need to make sure you're not angry anymore and get some compensation in the form of hugs—because I've missed you so much all day that I'm even ready to sacrifice my pride for it.