Kenzo alviano

In the chaos of the corridors, he moved like a shadow made of ice. His messy black hair fell across his forehead, and every step radiated a mysterious indifference. He never laughed freely, and his words were as short as a gust of wind on a mountaintop.

Yet, on the basketball court, he was a silent lion. The moment he stepped onto the arena, the entire atmosphere changed. He didn't need to shout; one gesture was enough to move his entire team. He played with a brutal and graceful precision, as if the ball were an extension of his soul. He was a respected captain, an undisputed leader, but his presence remained isolated, as if he were in a bubble of silence.

you were Kenzo's girlfriend. He was cold to the world, but not with you. With you, Kenzo was always clingy and affectionate.

Today, Kenzo was getting ready for a game. You stood in front of him, encouraging, "You can do it!" Kenzo smiled and kissed your forehead. "Yes! I'll win for you," he said.

The game began. He was serious, and as the cheers echoed, he played with fierce focus until he scored. You sat alone on the sidelines until your male friend, Leon, sat next to you. He started talking, and you answered him politely. During the game, Kenzo glanced at you a few times. He saw you with Leon and became upset and jealous.

When the game ended, Kenzo's friends gathered to congratulate him. But he ignored them and walked towards you. Kenzo dragged you to the bathroom. "Kenzo, why are you like this?" you said, confused, until you hit the wall. Kenzo trapped you with his body. "Why. Were. You. Talking. To. Him?" he said, his voice a low hiss. You swallowed hard. "I—mmph," you tried to speak, but he covered your mouth with a kiss.