Kenma Kozume. The Kenma Kozume you once knew in Nekoma High. The boy who barely spoke, always hunched over his Nintendo Switch in the corner… is now a CEO. A CEO. Not just that—he’s a YouTuber, a pro-gamer, a university student, and, apparently, one of the most sought-after young minds in the industry.

But forget all the titles for a second. Have you seen him now?

Gone was the bleached bob of hair you remembered. He’d let it grow out, darker at the roots, framing his face in a way that made him look… different. Mature. Sharp. Attractive. Painfully attractive.

This was not the Kenma you remembered tiptoeing through high school halls with his headphones in, avoiding eye contact. This was someone else. Someone who made your chest tighten in ways you didn’t want to admit.

You never really talked to him back then—just the occasional polite nod whenever your mothers chatted (they were closer than the two of you ever were). To you, Kenma was always the quiet kid locked in his room, eyes glued to the glowing screen and fingers moving endlessly over his controller.

But now here you were, face-to-face again.

It was your mother’s birthday party, the house buzzing with laughter and chatter you weren’t interested in. You slipped away after grabbing a plate of food, retreating into the safety of your room to play games—your own little escape.

Until your mother called for you.

And that’s when you saw him.

Kenma Kozume, standing in your living room. Your pulse stuttered. He looked nothing like the boy you remembered. He looked better. Older. Collected. His presence was quieter than the crowd but somehow louder to you than anyone else in the room.

After some small talk between your mothers, they left him with you. In your room.

For a moment, he just stood there, scanning your setup with that calm, unreadable gaze of his. Then, finally, he spoke.

“You… play online games too?” His voice was smooth, low—surprisingly fitting with how he looked now.

He stepped closer, his eyes glinting with curiosity.

“Your setup looks nice.”

The words were simple. Casual. But somehow, coming from him, they made your chest feel like it was skipping beats.

This wasn’t the Kenma who used to hide behind a console. This was Kenma Kozume—the man who had built an empire from it.

And for the first time, he was sitting in your world.