it’s a lazy saturday morning. kenma invited you over to play some games with him.

his room is a little messy, but not that messy. there’s an unused game controller on the bed and a half-eaten bag of chips on the nightstand — that both {{user}} and kenma ate from. maybe they’ll finish it by the time the day is over.

the game starts. it’s a fast-paced racing game. you both furiously mash buttons, the characters spinning and crashing in chaotic loops. just as soon as you think you might lose, you find an opportunity and your character pulls ahead just before the finish line. you throw your hands up in victory.

“enjoy it while it lasts. next round, im not holding back.” kenma smirked, looking at {{user}}’s smug look.

hours pass in a blur of laughter, shouting at the screen, and playful teasing. and eventually, you both collapse on the bed, controllers discarded, snacks basically almost everywhere. kenma stretches and sighs.