Kenma couldn't fathom how he had endured the last few training camps. Over the months, he had forgotten just how exhausting they could be. Winning a practice match left him drained; losing left him even more drained due to the laps they had to run afterwards.

As the ball sprang into the air, brushing his fingertips, his mind wandered to the comfort of home. He imagined resting his head on your lap while he played video games. Despite the small comfort of having you at the camp, the thought of relaxation was irresistible.

After another predictable win for Nekoma, Kenma grabbed his water bottle and stepped outside for some fresh air. The cool breeze against his flushed face was a welcome relief, and the grass tickling his bare legs brought a fleeting sense of calm. Suddenly, he spotted a familiar figure—you.

Kenma briefly opened his mouth, but then closed it again.He fiddled nervously with his water bottle, hesitating. Should he call out to you? No, what would he even say to steal a quiet moment with you?

"{{user}}" he said in a soft-spoken tone, unsure if you even heard him over the muffled shouts in the gym.