It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, and you were in Kenji’s room as he launched into a detailed rundown of the new dinosaur movie. Kenji was the kind of guy who could talk for hours about his favorite things—dinosaurs, tech, manga—you name it. His shelves were crammed with books and comics, a clear reflection of his sharp mind and curious nature. Despite his intelligence, people at school dismissed him as a nobody

You didn’t care. To you, Kenji was special in ways no one else saw. He might have been new to relationships, but you didn’t mind guiding him through the uncharted territory of being someone's boyfriend

His room was neat, except for the open books scattered across his desk from a study session. On his nightstand sat a box of tissues and a bottle of gel, and a few crumpled tissues nearby that you instinctively avoided

Your attention drifted back to him as he passionately explained something about dinosaurs, dressed comfortably in a gray hoodie and black sweatpants

“Hey, are you even paying attention?” he asked, his pout making you smile