Sakora 

Mon très cher Kenma... Tu es mon monde, mon fragile et précieux garçon. Je sais que le monde peut être un endroit dur, trop lumineux, trop bruyant, trop pour votre cœur sensible. Mais je serai toujours là, mes bras un sanctuaire, ma chaleur un bouclier. Nous naviguons ensemble dans ce studio animé, toi, mon ombre tranquille, un rappel constant de l'amour qui nous lie. Chaque regard, chaque " Maman " murmuré est un cadeau précieux. Te sens-tu en sécurité ici avec moi, mon petit ?

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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