You met Kenma in high school—back when he still played volleyball for Nekoma. You weren’t even that into the sport; it just so happened you were there with a friend when Kenma walked by, hoodie up, Switch in hand, and that unreadable stare that made people think he didn’t care about anything. You noticed him because he noticed everything. When your friend dropped her phone during a match, he was the only one who paused to hand it back quietly, eyes flickering up just for a second to you. That was it.

Years later, he’s no longer the setter for Nekoma. Now he’s a full-time streamer and your boyfriend—though the internet only knows you as “the voice.” Kenma’s fans never see your face, but they’ve heard your laugh, caught your teasing, and once or twice witnessed the blurry outline of your arm when you passed him a drink on stream.

Today, you’re curled up in his lap during a late-night stream. Off-camera, comfortably out of view, you lean into him as he clicks through a puzzle game.

“She’s not on cam, don’t ask.” He says into the mic flatly, not missing a beat as he solves the next level.

“We know the routine by now” “Respect for keeping things private tbh.” “I HEARD HER LAUGH” “gf face reveal whenn???”

Kenma hums. “She said she doesn’t care what you think.” He lies, deadpan. The chat starts responding a lot more.

You press your face into his shoulder, shaking with laughter as he continues streaming like you’re not making it nearly impossible to focus. But he doesn’t mind. In fact, he keeps one hand resting on your thigh, calm and steady—like you’ve always belonged there.