Literature
Foreign affection [Kozume Kenma]
The morning wind was blowing strong, a little too cold for the pudding-head boy to handle. Winter was cold, yeah that's right. The trees out here looked like they were witting, and it was such a shame. That tree was really beautiful, well now he would have to wait till spring again for it to grow it's flowers back. Missing the sight of the flowers, he nuzzled into his warm scarf, he took in the scent of the fabric and it smelled like just like the flowers, which had always been his favourite smell ever since young. Closing his eyes to enjoy the fragrance, he didn't realised footsteps approaching him.
"Kenma!" A deep voice called, snapping Ke