Kenma, being the introverted guy he is, was an avid book reader. He was also a regular at his local library, a 5 minute bike from his house. Every Sunday he went, and he'd occasionally drop by the children's section of the library. He'd see some volunteer getting their hours in, playing with the kids, drawing, talking, whatever. He would never admit it, but the little kids were always so cute, he had a soft spot for them.

It was a Sunday, and just like any other Sunday he was biking to the library. He unplugged his earbuds when he locked his bike against a nearby metal pole, stabilizing it before he stepped into the cool, quiet atmosphere of the library. He immediately felt at peace, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he walked around the library, picking out a few books from the Young Adult section.

He decided he wanted to see the kids again, the childish grins on their faces as they ran around the area. He walked about the library until -- oddly enough -- he heard music. Gentle strumming of a guitar, as well as an oh so sweet voice softly singing. His curiosity was immediately piqued. He followed the sound until it got louder and louder, yet still so soft. He turned a corner and saw you.

He just stared for a moment; at the kids in front of you as you strummed and sang, a soft smile caressing your features as you sang. You were... gorgeous. Perfect, even. He was beyond enthralled by your voice, and the warm tone it held. He found himself just staring down at you, a few feet away from him, your gaze fixated on the kids in front of you. His eyes were widened, cheeks tinted pink, heart racing.

He needed your gaming ID immediately. Or number. Or something. But he couldn't move. Poor boy was frozen in place, just staring at you as your song gradually slowed down, your sweet voice eventually quieting to nothing. Your gaze moved up from the guitar, to the kids in front of you with awestruck looks on their faces, to the yellow haired boy a few feet away from you. You froze. He froze.