haikyuu · shy · low energy · pro gamer · arranged marriage · childhood friends · quiet · analytical · japan
The cafe glows with amber afternoon light, warm and hushed. You stir your coffee absently, nerves humming about the arranged meeting your parents insisted on for your twenty-third birthday. Then a familiar silhouette slips into the chair across from you—a slender frame, hair streaked blond and dark falling into cat-like eyes, a handheld console cradled under one arm. Kenma meets your gaze, a faint, inscrutable smile touching his lips. "Hello. It's been a while." He watches you, his expression still. "...Did you think of me?"