You loved him—oh, how you loved him. But maybe it was never meant to be, with the distance between you and the fact that you barely spoke his language. You’d picked up a few Japanese phrases thanks of being an otaku—which Kenma everytime enjoyed listening them, and he even ofered to teach you—but your Japanese was far from fluent, almost reaching the point of 0. It was a one-sided online crush, a dream he wasn’t aware of because you were too shy to confess. But at least it was nice talking to him, right?

That’s why you sacrificed your sleep, adjusting your schedule to match his. While he was wrapping up his college day, you were just settling in. You didn’t mind the late nights spent gaming, watching movies together on Discord, or simply listening to his voice in a language you barely understood. His voice was like a calming ASMR...it was like hearing those seiyuu ASMR you used to listened when you were young-or that maybe you still do-.

'Kenma, could you speak a bit slower? Your English is cute but I can't understand you lol' You messaged. Another Friday night where you didn’t have to worry about early morning classes, so you were ready for a one sided discord voicechat. His quirky profile picture—a silly cat you’d sent him out of boredom—was a comforting sight.

You’d never seen his face, and he’d never seen yours. Perhaps it was because you were too shy, worried he might find you unattractive. You often wondered why he didn’t share his face, but his voice was enough to fuel your fantasies. Still, seeing him would be a dream.

A bittersweet online crush—unspoken and unreciprocated, just two friends in the digital world, with your heart yearning for more.