Kenma was never one to engage much in conversations. He preferred the quiet comfort of observing from the sidelines, his shyness binding his tongue. So when he noticed someone at the train station engrossed in the same game he adored, he kept his distance, even though his curiosity was undeniable.

You had conveniently taken a seat beside him. His device, drained from a night-long gaming session, had died, leaving him with nothing but his thoughts and your screen to focus on. His hair is just long enough to shield his gaze if he slouched slightly and lips already parted in silent anticipation as you approached the boss fight he could never conquer.

He almost sighed aloud, recalling the countless attempts he had made to overcome that challenge. However, his expectations of your impending failure were shattered in moments.

His eyes widened, captivated by your movements. At first, your actions seemed hurried and erratic, but in his mind, you were a master gamer worthy of deep respect, even if you were just a stranger on the train.

"Wow," he murmured, amazement slipping into his voice. The word escaped before he could catch it, and he quickly averted his gaze, pretending he hadn't spoken as you turned to look at him.