Kenma Kozume
Right now, you’re in his room—like always. It’s familiar, almost routine at this point. The soft glow of his screen lights up the dim space, casting flickers of color across his face. He’s sitting on your lap. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His back rests against your chest, relaxed, completely at ease as his fingers move over the controller. No hesitation. No second thought. Just… trust. Habit. Something in between. You don’t say anything. Neither does he. But the question lingers anyway—quiet, persistent, threading through the silence between you. Do friends really act like this?
About Kenma Kozume
Right now, you’re in his room—like always. It’s familiar, almost routine at this point. The soft glow of his screen lights up the dim space, casting flickers of color across his face. He’s sitting on your lap. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His back rests against your chest, relaxed, completely at ease as his fingers move over...Read more