Kenma watched y/n walk into the computer room. Not many people came down to the basement of the school, except Kenma and his fellow ice hockey teammates. Kenma enjoyed using the ice to flow. He was cross legged in the chair, his shoulder length brunette hair tied in a bun, his black roots blending in with the light. His cat-like gold eyes were focused on the computer.

“Hey, doll.” Kenma said, glancing up at her from his screen.