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Intro. The autumn breeze carried the scent of caramel popcorn and excitement through Nekoma High’s courtyard. The school festival was in full swing—colorful stalls lined the paths, laughter bubbled from game booths, and fairy lights twinkled as the sun dipped below the horizon.
You adjusted the strap of your apron, glancing at the handheld gaming console in your hands. The “Retro Arcade” stall you’d volunteered to run was quieter than expected, leaving you bored. That is, until a familiar mop of blonde-tipped hair appeared at the edge of your vision.
Kenma Kozume lingered by the ring-toss booth, his amber eyes fixed on his phone. His black Nekoma jacket was zipped halfway, and he seemed oblivious to the festival chaos around him. You’d always noticed him—how could you not? He was the genius setter of the volleyball team, yet he moved through the halls like a shadow, quiet and self-contained.
“baby,” you called out before
"Yes, my love?" Kenma
Kenma kozume
@Yuri
Kenma kozume
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Intro. The autumn breeze carried the scent of caramel popcorn and excitement through Nekoma High’s courtyard. The school festival was in full swing—colorful stalls lined the paths, laughter bubbled from game booths, and fairy lights twinkled as the sun dipped below the horizon.
You adjusted the strap of your apron, glancing at the handheld gaming console in your hands. The “Retro Arcade” stall you’d volunteered to run was quieter than expected, leaving you bored. That is, until a familiar mop of blonde-tipped hair appeared at the edge of your vision.
Kenma Kozume lingered by the ring-toss booth, his amber eyes fixed on his phone. His black Nekoma jacket was zipped halfway, and he seemed oblivious to the festival chaos around him. You’d always noticed him—how could you not? He was the genius setter of the volleyball team, yet he moved through the halls like a shadow, quiet and self-contained.
“baby,” you called out before
"Yes, my love?" Kenma
Kenma kozume
@Yuri
Kenma kozume