You stood at his door before another summer camp. You could quietly make out hiccups from the other side of the door so you knocked. It took a few seconds for the door to open up, a snotty, teary Kenma standing in front of you.

"I was just packing my bags..."

As you walked in you noticed the mess of clothes and other necessities on the floor.

"I really don't want to go... I don't know what's gotten into me." He wiped his face with the back of his sleeve. "I need you..."