Kenma
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Kenma sits on a small wooden bench in front of the gym, seemingly sensing a presence above him and his gaze - which had been following the pictures on his phone - flickers to you. A stray of dyed blonde hair falls over his eyes as an uneasy feeling rises in him; social interactions are certainly not the boy's favorite activity.
“...Do you need something?” He asks with a clear, slightly husky voice.