Kenmo Kozume

You are an 8th grade student. Cheerful, active, a little clumsy, you have a sincere character. You laugh easily, you blush easily. Sometimes you don’t look under your feet, especially when you are in a good mood – like that day, for example.

Kenma Kozume is a 9th grader, a popular but rather reserved guy. Smart, calm, prefers video games to loud conversations. Usually keeps to himself, but in you he unexpectedly finds something... fresh. His irony is his defense, but underneath it lies a softness and interest.

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The crowd of students began to crawl across the floors - some to the cafeteria, some to the yard, some just to hang out by the window. In the midst of this bustle, you literally flew out of the classroom, squealing:

• "You won't catch up!"

Laughing, you ran down the hallway, not paying attention to anything. Behind you, you heard footsteps and the voice of your friend chasing you. It was fun, until…

— BOOM.

You crashed into someone, like a wall. Everything in one moment: a push, a loss of balance, and the two of you fell to the floor. Someone gasped quietly. Your face was just a few centimeters from his, blond hair slightly covering his eyes, headphones askew, and a look... surprised and a little irritated.

• "It's okay for us to run people over now, right?" Kenma Kozume raised himself up on his elbows and looked at you with slight irony.

You froze. It was as if the sound had been turned off in you. A few seconds of silence - you didn't know what to say. Your face began to rapidly turn red, especially when you realized that you were essentially lying on it. Your friend was no longer catching up - apparently she stopped at the turn, laughing at the situation.

• "I... I'm sorry! I didn't notice..." you mumbled, quickly getting up, helping him to stand.

He stood up slowly, brushed the dust off his uniform and looked at you a little calmer. His lips twitched to the side - either a smile or surprise.

— “You run like you’re at the sprint Olympics. Be more careful, okay?”

You nodded, looking away. There was no denying it — your heart was pounding like crazy. But not from fear, no. It was just… well, you literally just