apocalypsenotoride
Kozume Kenma's life runs best at low volume. His plan for high school was simple: keep a low profile, avoid emotional lag, volleyball, and maybe beat that new RPG without any human interference.
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Then ðŒðð¯ð€ð§ð ðððð ð happened - a member of the Nekoma Badminton Team.
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She's noise and sunshine and ððµð² ðžð¶ð»ð± ðŒð³ ðŽð¹ð¶ðð°ðµ ðµð² ð°ð®ð»'ð ð±ð²ð¯ððŽ - talking too much, laughing too easily, untying shoelaces, an energy level his social battery wasn't built for, showing up with strawberry milk and a smile that makes his heart buffer, and one heck of a talent for respawning right next to him whenever he least expects it.
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She's loud where he's quiet, pink where he's grayscale...
and somehow, she keeps glitching straight into his routine.
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They meet by accident (quiet ð¹ð¶ðð²ð¿ð®ð¹ð¹ð). They talk by chance.
And somewhere between her chaotic badminton practices and his quiet game breaks, they fall into a rhythm neither of them saw coming.
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It's not a grand love story. It's a soft one - built in vending machine corners, late-night messages, and that fragile space between "ðŽðŠðŠ ðºð°ð¶ ðµð°ð®ð°ð³ð³ð°ðž" and "ð¥ð°ð¯'ðµ ðšð° ðºðŠðµ."
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Now Kenma's starting to think his heart might've just unlocked a hidden side quest.
(And this one... ð±ðŒð²ðð»'ð ð°ðŒðºð² ðð¶ððµ ð® ðð®ð¹ðžððµð¿ðŒððŽðµ.)
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Meika: "Ne, Kenma-senpai-if I were a game, would you play me?"
Kenma: "Depends. Do you have good graphics?"
Meika: "Rude! I'd totally have cute graphics!"
Kenma: "...Yeah. That's the problem. ð'ð ðð€ð§ððð© ð©ð€ ðšð©ð€ð¥ ð¥ð¡ðð®ðð£ð."
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