kenma wasn't a nosy person, but when he saw his photo on a stranger's phone, he got a bit curious and very confused.

sitting in a small space with nothing but an armrest separating him and some other person he'd never met was not kenma's idea of enjoyment, but he supposed he couldn't escape it. it was the occupational hazard of being a travel writer; he actually had to travel to do his job correctly. traveling was a passion of his - he loved seeing other places. the thing he didn't like so much was public transportation. he could have a seat in first class, but he preferred second class. the people weren't as stuck up in this part of the plane.

kenma was lucky that he had a high numbered ticket, getting to choose his seat early. he of course picked a window seat, because who wouldn't? it was an exhilarating to see all of the trees and buildings and people from so high up. it made him feel powerful. as the plane filled in, it was inevitable that kenma would get a seat partner in his row. that plane was practically full. he sighed and looked down to his phone, typing up a piece. it wasn't for his job, but for his hobby - writing fan fiction. he saw he still had the airport's wifi so he switched works to a personal book, which he referred to as a rant book. he wrote, just boarded a plane! wish me luck xx and published it.

kenma would say he was kind of well known on wattpad, but that was a bit of an understatement. he had thousands of followers, which, for the small population of people who had a wattpad account, was a large number. almost immediately after he published the chapter, new votes and comments were popping up every time he refreshed his notifications. he went back to writing.

"is this seat taken?"

kenma looked up to see a man much taller than him. his hair was unruly, looking as if he had just woken up. kenma glanced down to his arms and almost choked; this guy was seriously muscular and kenma was seriously gay. "no, no," he waved dismissively. "you can sit." he knew this was a seriously bad call, because he'd probably be holding his breath through out the entire six hour plan ride because damn, was this guy attractive. kenma pretended to be disinterested, turning back to his phone.

the man smiled, although it could also have been described as more of a smirk. "thanks," he replied, sliding into the seat directly next to kenma. the guy was one of the last ones on the plane and there were a few seats left. it was in no way necessary to sit in the middle seat instead of end seat, but kenma was thankful for the blessing none the less. when the man's arm brushed up against his own on the armrest, he shivered. god, this was a bad idea.

kenma decided to stop eyeing the stranger's biceps and start writing. at least, that was his plan. as the plane took off, his eyes kept drifting back to where his mind told them not to go. he finally sighed and saved his work. he pulled out a manga, hoping it would distract him. it did, and for a good hour, his eyes stayed on his side of the armrest.

after finishing the third volume of forget me not by nao emoto, he finally glanced over to his seat partner. he saw the familiar orange top bar of wattpad and grinned. he was just trying to peek and see what the man's user was when he swiped over to instagram and searced for a user. kenma frowned  and was about to look away when he saw a photo of himself on the account before he had dyed his hair blonde just days ago. this made him realize that the man sitting beside him was looking at his wattpad and was now looking at his instagram. holy shit!

"uhm, sir?" kenma peeped nervously.

"hmm?" the man hummed, setting his phone to the side.

kenma gulped. "i-i uhm, i believe that you were just looking at my wattpad account, which is quite the coincidence because i don't even know your name."

the man raised an eyebrow. "you were looking at my phone screen?"

kenma couldn't force himself to look up. "uhm, well you see i didn't mean to i just saw my face on your screen." when he did look up the man was smirk-smiling again.

"you, kenma, are a fantastic writer. holy shit."

kenmas blinked. he hadn't anticipated that response. "thanks. what's your user?"

"tokyokuro," the man replied.

kenma raised an eyebrow, much like the action the man had done earlier. "i'm guessing you're kuro? and you like tokyo ghoul?" he presumed, searching up his user.

kuro nodded. "i can't believe i'm meeting my favorite author right now," he all but squealed. kenma chuckled. it was nice to have fanboys, even if they were about a foot taller than him.

after a surprisingly pleasant 5 hours and traded phone numbers, kenma didn't hate planes as much as he used to.

(a/n) this was a little drabble that i wanted to post before i started working on kyouhaba week! (june 19th - june 25) i also have a levyaku fantasy au in the works so i'll keep you all posted ! kyouhaba week, however, will be my priority.