You had just finished making dinner when you noticed through the window that your son’s friend had come over. You liked Kuroo—very much, in fact. He was the only one who could ever pull Kenma out of the house and away from his computer.

You called out to your son to come downstairs for dinner and to let his friend in.

Kenma, in his usual quiet and unhurried tone, replied: “Yeah, yeah… I’m coming.”