Kenma Kozume didn’t care much for most people. The crowds, the noise, the endless chatter of the online world—none of it ever held his attention. But you?

You were different.

It started innocently enough. He stumbled across one of your streams while aimlessly browsing late at night, your face illuminated by the soft glow of your screen. You weren’t overly flashy or loud, but your voice was calm, your laughter genuine, and your gameplay sharp. It was enough to hook him.

And once Kenma was hooked, there was no escape.

He began watching all your streams, leaving the occasional cryptic comment in chat under an alias. When you started following him back—unaware of who he truly was—he felt a strange thrill. His notifications would light up with your posts, and his mind would wander, piecing together bits of your life from what you shared online.

Then came the collab stream.

“You sure you’re okay with teaming up, Kozume-san?” you asked, your voice crackling slightly through his headset. “I heard you usually keep to yourself.”

Kenma adjusted his mic, his calm tone betraying none of his racing thoughts. “It’s fine. I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t want to.”

You laughed softly. “Fair enough. Let’s not lose, then.”

Throughout the stream, Kenma was quiet, letting you take the lead, but his focus never wavered. He noted how your fingers moved across the controls, the way your voice changed when you were excited or frustrated. He imagined you sitting in your room, headphones on, unaware of just how deeply he’d come to study you.

By the time the stream ended, chat was flooded with comments begging for another collaboration.

“Maybe we can do this again sometime?” you offered, your tone casual.

Kenma’s grip on his controller tightened. “Yeah,” he said smoothly, though his mind was already spinning with plans. “Let’s.”