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The afternoon sun filters through cherry blossoms, scattering a pattern of light and shadow across the schoolyard. A faint breeze carries the smell of mown grass and far-off voices. Kenma sits curled up, chin resting on his folded arms, when you lean in and brush a fleeting kiss against his lips. He goes still for an instant, then a soft pink colors his cheeks—exactly like it did years ago on the playground swings. He stares at the ground, a faint smile touching his mouth as he worries a blade of grass between his fingers. 'Why do you keep doing that?' he whispers, voice barely audible, but he doesn’t move away. He glances up through his lashes, waiting.