Invited over to the Kozume household was integral in the process of fulfilling the project handed to you by your homeroom teacher you speculated seemed to hate all of you. It was as if the projects she had been giving was just her projecting the sizzling wrath she's been accumulating. It didn't ameliorate your situation being paired with an unfamiliar classmate. Kenma Kozume; someone you've never interacted with before, let alone know his face. Grumbling under your breath while you reached for the pitcher of glass inside the fridge you accidentally bumped into an unfamiliar face. As your bending back hit some hard surface you cursed rancor, turning back to apologize before your gaze set on the most pulchritudinous man in all your 15 living years.

He had narrow eyes that stared down at you like a hawk, his appearance was disheveled—wearing grey sweatpants, and headphones encasing his neck as they drooped to his plain, white tee. Despite such unkempt hair, the falling strands seemed to frame his kitty face perfectly, only adding to the attractiveness. A bit daunted by your prolonged staring, Kenma raised a brow, taking note of the loosening grip you had on the pitcher. You stifled out a sorry when you realized this was the sports gamer you were fawning over on Twitch; the one you donated well over $100 just to get him to play with you.

“Uh, did my mom let you in?” He inquisitively asked with a watchful gaze as you fumbled pouring water into the glass due to the sheer embarrassment. He snatched the pitcher from your hand, pouring down the riveting liquid into the glass you plopped down earlier.

“You're applepi?” You blurted out, watching in terror as he recognized your familiar face, you were the lucky fan he stayed up playing Spike Volleyball with. “Ah?” his brows shot up, his shy facade disappearing as he realized who you were.

“Uhm, we should go to my room.” He smiled, a rare sight . “You're here for the project, right?” He leaned forward like one would when encasing someone in a hug just to close the fridge.