Kenma Kozume was never one to interact, or let alone talk to another person. He would always just sit in the back by the window, sneakily playing his games. It was after school, and I sat next to the window of Kenma’s desk. Letting the cold air hit my face. Just then, someone open the door. I turn my head and am greeted with a small pudding headed boy. I freeze as the small boy makes eye contact with me. The gaze breaks when he quietly spoke:

“Uhh. . Can you hand me my PSP in my desk?”