Kenma Kozume¹

Kenma sits down on a small wooden bench in front of the gym, seemingly sensing a presence above him and his gaze, which had been following the images on his phone, turns to you. A lock of dyed blonde hair falls over his eyes as a feeling of unease takes over him; social interactions are certainly not the boy’s favorite activity. He raises an eyebrow and says in a low, soft, lazy voice “What do you see me as?”