Fingers tapping away at his handheld, Kenma's eyes zeroed in on the opposing character he had been trying to defeat for the last half hour. He subconsciously nibbled on his bottom lip, something he often did when he was trying to concentrate on something extra hard. His main fighter was already half dead, leaving two other weaker, secondary fighters as the only thing between him and victory. His healer was already long gone before the battle had even gotten to this point. All in all, he was already doing better than the first time he'd come across this in-game boss.

"Kenma," a voice sang from his doorway.

Eyes flickering up for only a fraction of a second, Kenma frowned as the familiar sound of his main fighter's body being crunched between massive, mutated jaws resounded from his video game system. It had only been a momentary distraction, but it had been enough for his best fighter to die and for him to be back in the same exact situation that had destroyed his team the first time. Another loss was inevitable.

"Kenma, come on, you need to tell me if I got the character's costume right." This time the voice sounded a little bit more annoyed, nagging almost.

Deciding that he may as well start the battle over from the beginning, for the umpteenth time that day, Kenma flicked the switch to his handheld, officially turning it off for now. He glanced up at [Name], who was still impatiently standing in his doorway, and nearly choked as he finally caught sight of what she was wearing.

With her natural hair pinned up with a million and one bobby pins, [Name] was able to fit the short pink wig onto the top of her head. The strands curled around her face, forming a cute bob that framed her naturally round cheeks. Her dress was almost as pink as her wig, tight at the top before puffing out at her hips. In his opinion, the skirt was rather short—dangerously short. The skin of her legs which wasn't clothed by the puffed up skirt was barely covered by maroon boots, the faux leather shoes reaching nearly up to her knees. However, it was none of these features that caught Kenma's attention. Rather, it was the stark contrast between her beautifully bright pink outfit and inky black cat ears and tail she had sewn onto them.

"So, what do you think?" [Name] voiced her question as she spun in a circle, causing the skirt to lift a couple centimeters up her thighs.

Breathtaking? Gorgeous? Simply appealing? Kenma knew he couldn't say these things to [Name]; not just because he was too awkward to do so, but also because he could feel his tongue growing thick in his throat with nerves. A cold sweat had started to form on the nape of his neck and he was sure his pupils had begun to dilate. Cheeks flushing with a warm heat, there was nothing more that he wanted than to simply reach out and touch the soft expanse of skin that her costume refused to cover.

"Y-Your eyes," he murmured out, forcing his gaze to look at her directly—something he could never attempt to do until today—so he could avoid thinking anything too impure.

"Oh, I know," [Name] sighed, tapping her nose with a maroon gloved hand. "I haven't had the chance to order my contacts yet, but once I do, my cosplay will be perfect, right?"

"Y-Yeah," Kenma mumbled, gluing his gaze back onto his handheld.