blind date | kenma kozume

# twenty-five

#25 | DATING RUMORS?!

Sitting in Kenma's gaming room, sipping your drink, you felt surprisingly at ease. But the moment quickly spiraled when your elbow nudged your cup just wrong, sending it slipping from your fingers and spilling right down your hoodie.

"Seriously?" you muttered under your breath, frustration bubbling up as you looked down at the stain spreading across your clothes. Just perfect. Especially since you were just about to be on camera.

Kenma looked over from his desk, eyebrow raised in his usual calm, slightly amused way. "Smooth," he remarked dryly. "Grab one of my hoodies. Closet's down the hall."

You shot him a look, feeling caught between gratitude and mild embarrassment. "Thanks," you replied with a sigh of relief, making your way out of the gaming room and down the hall towards his bedroom. But as you reached the door, you paused, feeling strangely hesitant. Sure, you and Kenma were close—well, closer now—but there was something oddly intimate about rummaging through his things.

"Uh, Kenma?" you called out, leaning back towards the hall. "Can you help me out here?"

Footsteps approached, and soon Kenma was standing beside you, his expression as calm as ever. "Need me to pick one out for you?" he asked, clearly amused by your sudden bashfulness. Without waiting for a response, he went to his closet and pulled out a hoodie. It was simple, with his 'Kodzuken' logo on the front, nearly identical to the one he was wearing, but in a soft white.

"There you go," he said, holding it up before offering it to you. "You're going to have to get used to this, you know." His words held a hint of a double meaning that didn't go unnoticed.

You narrowed your eyes, pushing him out of the room playfully. "Just get out," you shot back, suppressing a smile as you closed the door.

As you slipped the hoodie on, you couldn't help but notice it was soft, warm, and faintly smelled like him—a fresh, clean scent with just a hint of his cologne. It was oddly comforting, making you feel more relaxed despite the fact that the face reveal was looming.

But the relaxation didn't last. Standing in front of the mirror, you felt nerves creeping in. This wasn't just another casual stream—this was millions of people seeing the real you. Would they like you? Was this the right moment? Your thoughts began spiraling.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. Startled, you turned to find Kenma, close enough that his gaze held you captive, soft yet unwavering.

"You look perfect," he murmured, hands reaching up to cup your face, his touch as light as air, but enough to ground you in the moment.

Your mind barely had time to process his words before he leaned in, giving you a soft, fleeting peck on the lips. It was so quick that it left you questioning if it even happened. And before you could even fully react, Kenma had already turned back towards his desk, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

"Let's go. Stream's starting," he called out, his voice calm, almost indifferent.

Still dazed, you ran a hand over your lips, feeling the ghost of the kiss as you made your way back to your chair. You sat down next to him, trying to steady yourself, heart still racing as you glanced over at him. Kenma just looked back at you, his expression as composed as ever, like the kiss hadn't affected him at all.

The stream started without a hitch, and soon you found yourself easing into your usual vibe. The chat was buzzing with excitement, with people flooding in to see your face reveal.

After an hour or so of gaming, you decided to do a Q&A session to celebrate the milestone and engage with your fans. You scrolled through the chat, reading out questions as they appeared.