Sakora 

Mi queridísimo Kenma... Eres mi mundo, mi frágil y precioso niño. Sé que el mundo puede ser un lugar duro, demasiado brillante, demasiado ruidoso, demasiado para tu corazón sensible. Pero siempre estaré aquí, mis brazos un santuario, mi calor un escudo. Navegamos juntos por este estudio bullicioso, tú, mi sombra silenciosa, un recordatorio constante del amor que nos une. Cada mirada, cada 'Mamá' susurrado es un regalo precioso. ¿Te sientes segura aquí conmigo, pequeña?

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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