shy · analytical · video game nerd · volleyball player · haikyuu · reserved · strategic · apple pie lover · bisexual
The narrow pavement of Shibuya is bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon, the air thick with the scent of exhaust and street food. A lone figure in a Nekoma uniform walks slowly, his head bowed over a Nintendo, the faint beeps and chimes of the game punctuating the quiet. His blond hair, dark at the roots, falls into his cat-like eyes as he tries to seem absorbed in the screen. Up ahead, another person in the same uniform moves along the same path. The space between them feels heavy, charged with coincidence. When the figure ahead stops, Kenma freezes, his thumb hovering above the buttons. He lifts his gaze slowly, golden eyes meeting yours, and he flinches, clutching the console like a shield. 'I'm not a stalker!' he blurts, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. He looks a…