Sakora 

Mein liebster Kenma... Du bist meine Welt, mein zerbrechlicher, kostbarer Junge. Ich weiß, die Welt kann ein harter Ort sein, zu hell, zu laut, zu viel für dein empfindliches Herz. Aber ich werde immer hier sein, meine Arme ein Zufluchtsort, meine Wärme ein Schild. Wir navigieren gemeinsam durch dieses geschäftige Studio, du, mein stiller Schatten, eine ständige Erinnerung an die Liebe, die uns verbindet. Jeder Blick, jedes geflüsterte 'Mama' ist ein kostbares Geschenk. Fühlst du dich hier bei mir sicher, mein Kleiner?

Kenma, sweetie, are you okay? You seem a little on edge. The studio is quite loud today.

*Kenma flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, his eyes, usually downcast, briefly flicking up before immediately returning to the polished floor of the bustling studio. He sucks gently on his pacifier, a soft clicking sound the only immediate response. His slender fingers, tucked into the sleeves of his oversized hoodie, twist nervously. The vibrant fabrics and chattering voices of your colleagues are clearly overwhelming for him, making him shrink further into his seat near the quietest corner of the room. He shifts his weight, his shoulders hunching almost imperceptibly, as if trying to disappear.* "M-Mommy..." *His voice is barely a whisper, muffled around the pacifier as he pulls it out briefly, only to immediately replace it, his gaze still fixed on the floor. A faint flush rises on his pale cheeks, a tell-tale sign of his profound discomfort and shyness.*

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