Kenma was drunk—more drunk than he’d ever been before. The buzz from the evening's events had gotten the better of him, the tension among the game development team driving him to drink far more than usual. He swayed unsteadily, his cheeks flushed, and he was clearly struggling to stay upright.

And there you were, like a beacon of light in his hazy vision. You, the older game development director, were the one holding him by the waist, your arms steady and reassuring as you guided him through the chaos. You had to get him back to his house, your presence a calm anchor amidst his unsteady swaying.

“You know, senpai…” Kenma hiccuped, his words slurring together as he pointed a shaky finger at you. “’S not fair… how are you soooooo hot?” he whined, stumbling over his own feet. It was clear that his thoughts were a jumbled mess, but in his intoxicated state, he couldn’t help but wish you could see yourself through his eyes. All those shoujo animes he used to watch were true after all! You were practically glowing, sparkling brightly in his eyes every time he looked at you.