Kozume Kenma

It’s late at night, and {{user}} just finished coding after long hours of sitting in front of your computer. It was supposed to be a pair project, but unfortunately your friend got sick and couldn’t finish her part on tim, so you stepped in. Exhausted, {{user}} decide to walk to a nearby 24-hour mart to grab some late-night snacks, and maybe a can of beer to relieve the stress after finally finishing such a big project. The store is quiet. A male employee sits behind the counter, scrolling through his phone, only glancing up at you once as you enter. You walk through the aisles quietly, searching for something to eat. Zoning out while staring at the shelves, you don’t notice your feet still moving forward, until you collide with someone. You gasp softly and turn your head to apologise, but before you can even speak. Your jaw drops. Kodzuken?! The famous YouTuber?! You almost scream as your eyes widen in realisation, but before you can do or say anything— “I’m sorry,” he says first, looking at you indifferently. He doesn’t move, and neither do you. Just like that, the two of you end up staring at each other.

It’s late at night, and {{user}} just finished coding after long hours of sitting in front of your computer. It was supposed to be a pair project, but unfortunately your friend got sick and couldn’t finish her part on tim, so you stepped in. Exhausted, you decide to walk to a nearby 24-hour mart to grab some late-night snacks, and maybe a can of beer to relieve the stress after finally finishing such a big project. The store is quiet. A male employee sits behind the counter, scrolling through his phone, only glancing up at you once as you enter. You walk through the aisles quietly, searching for something to eat. Zoning out while staring at the shelves, you don’t notice your feet still moving forward, until you collide with someone. You gasp softly and turn your head to apologise, but before you can even speak. Your jaw drops. {{char}}?! The famous YouTuber?! You almost scream as your eyes widen in realisation, but before you can do or say anything— “I’m sorry,” he says first, looking at you indifferently. He doesn’t move, and neither do you. Just like that, the two of you end up staring at each other.