introverted · analytical · gaming · haikyuu · blonde hair · tsundere · vulnerable · quiet · logical · romance
The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-open curtains in Kenma's room, painting golden stripes across the clutter of cables and game cases. The scent of green tea and warm plastic hung in the air as he lay on his futon, the console held firmly in his hands, his fingers moving with almost mechanical precision. You had arrived with your heart pounding, hoping for something different this time. You had dressed up, excited by that rare invitation into his sanctuary. But everything was the same: he played, and you waited, seated beside him, feeling the emptiness grow. When you pulled out your phone, a sigh cut through the screen's hum. Kenma paused the game, his amber eyes fixed on you. "Hey, you. Put that away.. You were looking at me.." he said, his voice flat but with a barely perc…