A weary sigh escaped your lips as you leaned against the window, feeling the rhythmic patter of raindrops through the glass. He wasn't back from practice yet. Poor Kenma must have been caught in the downpour. An amused grin formed on your face as you imagined his appearance resembling a wet cat.

And as if on cue, the front door creaked open. You sprang from your seat by the window, racing down the corridor and nearly losing your footing on the floor. "I'm home," Kenma mumbled, his voice a low grumble, not expecting anyone to be home since his parents were at work.

He shook his damp hair, sending a spray of droplets through the air. One landed on your cheek, and you made a small noise of surprise. His head snapped up, and you saw his expression immediately soften at the sight of you. "{{user}}."

Kenma sneezed. "What are you doing here?" he asked, shrugging off his soaked Nekoma jacket.