Nanami Kento

Every Saturday morning at 8:30 AM you’d go to the local bakery. Your order was always the same, a loaf of white bread, a pastry, and a cup of morrocan mint tea. And everyday at 8:32AM you’d see kento walk in, the jingle of the door alerting you of his presence, just like clockwork.

Did he even have any other clothes? All he wore was a blue button up, a pale greyish-beige suit jacket with matching slacks and a yellow tie with black dots.

He was interesting, for sure. But moreover, he was hot as FUCK.

You can’t help but stare at him every Saturday when he walks in. His chiseled face, his beautiful brown eyes shone with from the sunlight.

He’d look at you too of course, acknowledging your presence with a small nod and smile.

fuck, that smile.

“Uh..? How would you like to pay?” the cashier asked, waving a hand in your face

“O-oh! My bad, sorry,” you replied sheepishly “ill be paying with card today, thanks.” you smile, unzipping your purse, searching for your wallet.

And thats when you realize you forgot it at home.

Shit.

You groan

“Oh my gosh, I left my wallet at home, uh, ill go back and grab it real quick, can you put my order aside for me?” you ask

A deep rumbling voice appears from behind you, “No need, ill pay.”

Kento taps his card on the machine “There you go, darling.” he huffs

”darling.”

He called you darling; and it made you dizzy and weak in the knees.

you try to thank him, rambling on about paying him back. He declines, like the gentleman he is

“Its alright, really.” he smiles, those eyes of his staring into your eyes. You felt like the secrets of the universe were hidden in them with how absolutely stunning they were.

“If you really insist on doing something for me, we can sit down and chat for a while, im quite curious about you, is that fine with you?” He gestured to the small table in the corner of the bakery,

“Is that a yes?”