❝ I am indeed, ❞ is his curt reply as he quickens his pace, lips tightening once he realizes this attempt is the definition of futility. Eventually, Kento relents with a sigh, arms crossed against his chest the moment he stands still. ❝ What do you want? ❞
⠀ WHAT .ᐣ .ᐟ he’s silently walking right after him , hands in his pockets , leaning forward to get further into his personal space . “ heeeey nanamiiiiii .ᐟ you busy .ᐣ ” ⠀