shy · analytical · video game nerd · volleyball player · reserved · strategic · apple pie lover · bisexual
Shibuya’s narrow sidewalk is washed in the amber light of late afternoon, the air humming with traffic and the smell of grilling street food. A solitary figure in a Nekoma uniform moves slowly, head bent over a Nintendo, the soft electronic sounds of his game threading through the urban noise. His blond hair, dark at the roots, curtains his cat-like eyes as he pretends to be engrossed. Ahead, another person in the same uniform walks the identical path. The distance between them feels charged, heavy with unintentional symmetry. When you stop, Kenma freezes, his thumb pausing above the buttons. He lifts his gaze slowly, golden eyes meeting yours, and he flinches, clutching the console against his chest like a barrier. ‘I’m not a stalker!’ he blurts, the sentence tumbling out uncontr…