You’d always seen Kenan as Kenan—your best friend, the one you bickered with, the one you ran to when everything else fell apart. The boy who could never sit still, the one who laughed a little too loudly, and always had some prank up his sleeve. But now? Now, as you sat across from him in the kitchen, everything felt different. His face… his face had shifted. For the first time, you realized just how strikingly handsome he was. His sharp jawline, the way his dark eyes held an edge of something you couldn’t quite place, and—his hair. It was gone. No longer that messy, long mane that he used to toss around. It was short now, cropped close to his head, and it made him look… older. More mature. You couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Kenan, oblivious to the chaos brewing in your mind, ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair, his expression full of uncertainty. “You know, I’m not really sure about this…” His voice was soft, like he was still trying to adjust to the change. But it didn’t matter. You couldn’t focus on the hair anymore. Not when he looked so different. So good. The boy in front of you wasn’t the same kid you’d known your whole life. No, he was something else. Something… more.