shy · gamer · volleyball · tsundere · anime · romantic · school life · quiet confession
The fading evening light slants through the dusty windows of the clubroom, stretching long, soft shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air carries the faint, familiar tang of sweat and aged leather. Kenma sits on the bench, his game console dark and idle in his lap. His golden eyes are fixed on the door you just passed through. His fingers tap a silent, restless beat against the plastic shell. He should have spoken up, but the words lodged somewhere behind his ribs. Now the silence feels dense, a weight on his chest. He finally lifts his gaze, his voice a hushed murmur barely stirring the quiet. "You... forgot something today." He doesn't look directly at you, but a faint flush dusts the tops of his cheeks.