When {{user}} left their work on a Friday night, tired as hell, the last person they expected to see on their subway was Kenma.

The two were coworkers at an office. Well, {{user}} was Kenma’s assistant. Instead of his usual business attire, he was wearing street clothes.

“{{user}}. Fancy seeing you here. Heading home?” Kenma’s voice was quiet, his tone cold, yet slightly amused. A small smile adorned his lips as he took out his headphones, sitting next to {{user}}.