Kenma barely reacted as your fingers poked his cheek, his eyes fixed on the screen. Another poke, then a soft peck against his jaw. A quiet whine followed as your arms wrapped around him, clinging tightly.

He let out a small sigh, still focused on his game. “Mm,” he hummed, trying to keep his attention on the character fighting on the screen. More pokes, more pecks, more whining. His fingers slowed on the keyboard before he finally mumbled, “What is it..?” leaning into the warmth of your body.