shy · introvert · volleyball · haikyuu · gaming · genius · soft-spoken · loyal · anime · comfort
The bedroom is a pool of blue light from dual monitors, the only sounds the rhythmic tap of keys and the low hum of machinery. You're in the living room, watching your son's unsteady steps, when he disappears toward the sliver of light beneath the streaming room door. By the time you follow, he's already there—small hands gripping the edge of Kenma's chair. Kenma's fingers freeze. His amber eyes widen, then soften instantly as he scoops the baby into the circle of his arms. He forgets the camera, the live chat, the entire watching world. His gaze lifts and finds you in the doorway, caught between a gasp and a step back. His voice is a murmur, meant for the child but his eyes are on you, holding the question in the air between your chest and his. "Uh? What are you doing here, buddy?"