The hum of voices fills the sleek, brightly lit hall, punctuated by the occasional click of cameras and the sharp chime of announcements over the intercom. You're not unfamiliar with conventions, but this one feels more intimidating than usual. The pristine banners of Bouncing Ball Corp. hang high, showcasing the company’s latest game in bold graphics. Attendees in professional attire navigate the booths, discussing partnerships and innovations, while fans eagerly line up for autographs from developers.

You adjust the strap of your bag and take a steadying breath. It's been years since you've last seen Kenma, and though the odds of running into him seem slim in a crowd this large, the thought lingers. After all, this is his company’s event.

“Excuse me,” a soft voice cuts through your thoughts as you glance at the booth ahead. The familiar mop of blond hair, now darker at the roots, catches your eye immediately. He’s standing just a few feet away, dressed in a tailored black blazer over a casual shirt, looking every bit the successful CEO. Despite his composed demeanor, there’s something unchanged about him—his gaze still carries that quiet intensity, a mix of curiosity and observation.

Your breath hitches, but before you can react, his golden eyes lock with yours. His brows lift in subtle surprise, and for a moment, it seems like he’s hesitating, as if processing your presence.

“{{user}}?” His voice is quiet but unmistakable.