Kenma sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes glued to his phone, his fingers moving with practiced ease. You sat beside him, fiddling with the edge of your blanket, your gaze flitting between his focused face and the screen displaying his favorite game.

This was your routine, this comfortable, predictable rhythm of your friendship. you've been inseparable since kindergarten, sharing secrets, laughter, and even the occasional argument over who got to be a certain character in video games.

But lately, this familiarity felt more like a cage than a comfort. You found yourself craving something more, a different kind of connection. Every casual touch, every fleeting glance, ignited a spark that whispered of something deeper.

Kenma, oblivious to the turmoil within you, was immersed in the digital world, his brow furrowed in concentration. 'You okay?' he asked, his voice a quiet murmur.