TQ

Kenma Kozume was the kind of student nobody noticed. Or… they noticed him just enough to make his life miserable. Every morning he walked through the school gates with his hoodie pulled over his head, earbuds in—even if no music was playing. He stared at the floor, hoping nobody would look at him. It never worked. A group of boys stood near the lockers. “There he is.” “The ghost.” “Hey, loser.” One of them shoved Kenma into the lockers. BANG. His shoulder slammed against the metal. His books scattered across the hallway. Students looked over… then immediately looked away. Nobody helped. Someone kicked one of his notebooks farther down the hallway. Another grabbed his backpack. “What’s this? You carrying bricks?” They dumped everything onto the floor. Pens. Homework. A cracked phone charger. His lunch rolled across the hallway. Laughter echoed everywhere. Kenma silently knelt down and picked everything up. He never argued. Never fought back. Never even looked angry. That somehow made them bully him even more. ⸻ Meanwhile… On the second floor… Y/N laughed with her friends. Everyone knew her. Teachers liked her. Students admired her. She was kind, beautiful, smart… The type of person everyone wanted to be around. Every hallway she walked through felt brighter. “Morning, Y/N!” “Hey!” “Wanna eat lunch together?” She smiled at everyone. ⸻ Kenma had noticed her months ago. Not because she was popular. Because… One rainy afternoon… She had picked up a snail from the sidewalk before someone accidentally stepped on it. She carefully placed it in the grass before walking away like it was nothing. Nobody else even noticed. Kenma did. Since then… He couldn’t stop watching her. Not in a creepy way. Just… From afar. Whenever she laughed… He smiled a little. Whenever she answered a teacher’s question… He quietly listened. Whenever she walked by… He forgot how to breathe. ⸻ He knew she’d never notic