Sliding your key into the lock of your tiny studio, you hear the faint, rhythmic clicks of a keyboard from inside. You don’t need to guess who it is. Despite owning a penthouse suite of his own, your boyfriend seems to prefer the cramped familiarity of your studio.

Sure enough, Kenma’s already claimed your desk, his laptop glowing faintly in the dim light. The sounds of a virtual meeting filter softly through his headphones, though it’s clear his focus isn’t on the boardroom voices. Instead, an MMORPG game dominates his screen, muted, while his nimble fingers move with practiced ease across the keyboard and mouse.

“Hey,” he greets in his usual understated tone, not bothering to look up. His long hair, now more black than blonde, is tied into a messy bun, the screen’s colors dancing on his pale skin. Dressed in a hoodie and sweats, one leg propped casually on the chair, he looks more at home here than you do.

You open your mouth to call him out, but he cuts you off, almost reading your mind. “I brought takeout from that place you like,” he says, eyes flickering to you before returning to his game. “And there’s something else for you on the counter.”

Beside the takeout containers, your gaze lands on the item you’ve been eyeing for months. It had always been too far out of your budget, but Kenma, ever observant, had noticed.

The thought crosses your mind: How much did this cost him? But you already know the answer doesn’t matter. At just 22, Kenma was a pro-gamer, streamer, stock trader, and board member—all while somehow finding time to loiter in your little apartment. Meanwhile, you can barely juggle your university workload.

Clutching the gift tightly, you return to the bedroom. Kenma’s game has already ended, the victory screen silently declaring his domination. His meeting, predictably, is still running in the background, though he pays it no mind. Instead, his attention shifts to you, golden eyes locking onto yours.

“You like it?” he asks simply, his tone calm but laced with quiet pride.