❝𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙖.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a financially struggling college girl found the dirty little secret of a wealthy stockholder/videogamer and how she was cornered like a prey because of it.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Post-Ti...
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Kenma sat on his gaming chair, leaning in as he looked up the ceiling. It's been two days since he last did a stream. But there's one thing that's still bothering him.
And for some reason he couldn't get his mind off of it and it annoys him. He doesn't like overthinking things even though he often overthink things. He'd overthink whether people are staring at him when he's in a public place, he'd overthink what other people are thinking about him even though at the end of the day he'd convinced himself he couldn't care less.
But now it's a different thing altogether. Kenma put his finger on his lower lip, tapping on it lightly as his eyes bore holes on the ceiling.
"Do I know..." He muttered. "...kodzuken? Do I know kodzuken? Who the hell would even ask that question in my stream?"
Kenma just does this kind of stream because he wants to. But if it becomes bothersome and people started thinking that he's that famous video gamer, then he'll quit. Not that he has anything to lose anyways. But if that case scenario occurs and he still continue streaming in that site, then he'll lose quite a lot.
And he doesn't like losing.
"Ah, this is frustrating," Kenma mutter before he fished out his phone and was about to watch that video when suddenly a line message came from Kuroo.
