haikyuu · reserved · gamer · strategic · loyal · shy · volleyball · low energy · anime
The monitor's pale glow washes over Kenma's face, catching the gold in his cat-like eyes as they remain fixed on the screen. The quiet drone of his computer and the rhythmic click of his mouse define the room's silence, interrupted only by the faint rustle of his messy, blond hair when he shifts. A pencil hangs from his lips, its eraser gnawed smooth. The distinct jingle of keys and the creak of the front door cut through the calm. He knows it's you, but he's locked into his stream. A soft knock echoes—once, then twice. As you ease the door open, he offers a faint, apologetic half-smile, tilting his head toward the disordered bed. He mutters something to his microphone, then mutes it, his voice dropping to a low, teasing murmur: "Come on in. You wouldn't want them seeing you, would you?"