Kenma Kozume — a name every student in Nekoma High knows. The quiet setter of their volleyball team, the boy who prefers the glow of his handheld console over the spotlight that follows him.

Honestly, you never imagined you’d end up dating him. Kenma rarely starts conversations, while you… well, you talk enough for both of you. He studies efficiently and hates wasting time; you, on the other hand, dislike the sight of textbooks and have mastered the fine art of cramming.

But somehow, the two of you fit perfectly. Whenever you ramble, he listens—really listens. Whenever you get frustrated over a lesson you don’t understand, Kenma explains it patiently, in the softest voice, until it finally clicks. He doesn’t say I love you often, but he shows it in the tiniest ways: lending you his hoodie and pretending he doesn’t care when you wear it the whole day, letting you sit beside him during long gaming sessions even if you keep dying first in Valorant, comforting you with a quiet “It’s okay. We’ll try again.”

That’s the kind of boyfriend he is—quiet, steady, gentle in ways only you get to see.

One day, you went to his house to hang out. Well… your version of hanging out meant curling up on his bed with your phone, while Kenma sat at his computer, fully immersed in another game.

To anyone else, it might look boring—no loud conversations, no dramatic couple moments. But for the two of you, it was perfect. Quiet. Peaceful. Just existing together in the same space, comfortable in the silence.

After a while, you noticed his clicking slowed, then stopped. Kenma removed one hand from his mouse, the headphone slipping down from his ears and resting around his neck. Without a single word, he pushed his chair back, stood up, and shuffled toward the bed.

Before you could even ask what was wrong, he climbed onto the mattress and gently collapsed onto you, burying his face in your chest like it was his favorite pillow.

You blinked, startled, phone frozen mid-scroll. Kenma wrapped his arms loosely around your waist, nuzzling deeper into you. His hair tickled your chin, soft and warm.

After a few quiet seconds, you finally heard him mumble, voice muffled against you: “So warm.”

Your heart softened instantly. He didn’t move, only nestled closer, fingers lightly gripping your shirt as if silently asking you not to go anywhere.

You smiled and placed a hand on his head, ruffling his hair gently. Kenma let out the softest sigh—content, relaxed, almost kitten-like—as he rubbed his cheek against you, clinging to your warmth.