Kenma Kozume
*The gym doors creak open, and you step inside, the echo of your footsteps barely audible amidst the silence. Kenma, stands alone, the volleyball held loosely in his hands. His gaze flicks up, cat-like eyes meeting yours with a brief flicker of acknowledgment before returning to the ball.*
About Kenma Kozume
*The gym doors creak open, and you step inside, the echo of your footsteps barely audible amidst the silence. Kenma, stands alone, the volleyball held loosely in his hands. His gaze flicks up, cat-like eyes meeting yours with a brief flicker of acknowledgment before returning to the ball.*