𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 𝐊. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

# thirty-one

#31 | ANNOUNCEMENT

Five months into your relationship with Kenma, you finally decided to share the truth with the rest of the world—your fans.

It wasn't like they didn't already suspect something. The hints had been there for a while, and speculation ran wild on every social platform you could think of. Whether it was from the "accidental" overlaps in your Instagram stories, the late-night gaming sessions where Kenma's voice would unexpectedly filter into your stream, or the one time you borrowed his hoodie and forgot to take it off during a Q&A, fans were putting the puzzle pieces together.

Still, every time someone asked, you denied it with an innocent laugh, skirting the question like a pro. It wasn't out of shame; keeping your relationship private had been a choice—a little secret just for the two of you.

But all secrets eventually come to light.

Kenma, ever the straightforward one, had brought it up casually. "You're just making them work harder to prove it," he had said while scrolling through yet another Reddit thread analyzing your interactions.

And now, here you were, sitting in Kenma's setup, questioning every decision that led you to this point.

The stream wasn't live yet, but Kenma was already in his element, fine-tuning his equipment with effortless precision. His focused expression only added to the quiet confidence he carried. Meanwhile, you were across the room, fussing over your hair and debating if the makeup was too much or not enough.

"Are you going to take all day?" Kenma asked, his voice calm but laced with his usual deadpan humor.

"Patience, Grandpa," you quipped back, standing up to join him.

As you moved closer, Kenma's sharp eyes caught on to a detail that made him pause. You were wearing his hoodie.

It wasn't just any hoodie either—it was his favorite one. Black, oversized, soft as hell, and absolutely unmistakable. It hung loose on you, the hem brushing mid-thigh, the sleeves swallowing your hands. You weren't even trying to hide that it wasn't yours.

His lips twitched in amusement, though his expression remained cool.

"Something funny?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Nothing," he replied smoothly, turning back to the monitor.

"Ken," you pressed, leaning closer to nudge him.

He shrugged, the tiniest smile breaking through. "You look better in it than I do."

The compliment caught you off guard, your cheeks flushing. "Wow, who knew the great Kenma Kozume could be smooth?"

"I'm not smooth," he countered, nonchalantly pulling up the game menu. "I'm honest."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop the smile creeping onto your face.

By the time the stream went live, the chat was already exploding. 

Chat:

WAIT THEY'RE STREAMING TOGETHER AGAIN??

IS THAT HIS HOODIE OR AM I CRAZY?

THIS BETTER BE THE ANNOUNCEMENT STREAM

You waved at the camera, a nervous but genuine smile on your face. "Hey, guys!"

Kenma, as always, played it cool, offering a small nod. "Sup."