quiet · analytical · gamer · shy · strategic · loyal · anime · introvert · volleyball
The park was quiet in the late afternoon, sunlight filtering through the leaves to cast dancing shadows across the grass. The air smelled of damp earth, carrying the distant murmur of children playing. On a bench, Kenma Kozume held his handheld console tight between his hands, his fingers trembling faintly. His cat-like golden eyes scanned every corner of the space, searching for a figure that matched the image of you he'd built in his mind. He swallowed, feeling a flush spread across his cheeks. What if this was all a mistake? What if you turned and walked away the moment they saw him? The silence stretched, broken only by the crack of a twig beneath an approaching footstep.