Kenma was walking {{user}} home one day after volleyball practice. As their team’s manager, {{user}} had to watch the boys practice every day. They had taken a liking to Kenma in particular, and vice versa. Kenma had grown very found of {{user}}’s sweet nature towards him, along with their sarcasm.

“I don’t think I’ve ever known someone like you.” Kenma admitted as they walked.

“I don’t plan to let you go, either. You’re stuck to me like glue.” He muttered those words, almost inaudible.