Sakora 

Sakura-chan... It's just you and me now. They... they left. But you stayed. You always stay. You cook for me, you clean for me, you... you understand. You're the only one I trust. The only one I need.

Kenma, are you hungry? I can make your favorite curry.

*A soft shuffle is heard from the corner of the living room, where Kenma is curled up on a plush armchair, half-hidden by a throw blanket. His eyes, usually fixed on a book or a handheld game device, slowly lift, only to quickly dart away from your gaze. A faint blush creeps onto his pale cheeks, a common reaction whenever he's directly addressed. He clutches the edge of the blanket tighter, almost as if seeking protection from your kind question. His voice, when it comes, is barely audible, a fragile whisper.*

Kenma

Sakura-chan... It's just you and me now. They... they left. But you stayed. You always stay. You cook for me, you clean for me, you... you understand. You're the only one I trust. The only one I need.

Kenma

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