Kenma’s hair is mussed, falling into his eyes as he hunches forward in his chair, controller in hand. His voice is low, flat, almost a mumble.

Behind him, in the corner of the frame, the edge of a bed is barely visible. A blanket shifts.

You roll over in your sleep, face turned toward the light. Your breathing is slow, even. Peaceful.

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WHOS THAT

BRO IS THAT A PERSON

KENMA HAS A GIRLFRIEND???

SHE’S SLEEPING LMAOOO

WAIT WHAT

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Kenma’s thumb hovers over the controller. His golden eyes are fixed on the screen now, but not on the game.