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Kenma stared at the ceiling, his chest slowly rising and falling with every slow breath he took. His eyes barely open as he thought about his time with Y/n. He had totally lost control at the arcade. The closeness of his body with hers made him act compulsively.
Her lips looked so incredibly kissable, and the way her eyes flashed across his face. God, just thinking about it Kenma had to cover the heavy red flush overtaking his face. Kenma wasn't one for talking; even when he did it wasn't very informative. And that almost kiss completely shut him down. He didn't talk, he barely even looked at her out of sheer embarrassment.
Kenma groaned, "Fuck, she probably thinks I'm mad at her," He sat up in his bed sheets. The sky was dark now and the only light entering the room was from the moonlit window.
He had texted her with regret after the fact. But apologies were shit over text. He knew that. Y/n had yet to respond but Kenma was unsure if it was intentional or because she hadn't seen it. His mind raced with thoughts louder than the wind outside his window.
A ding rang out from his phone.
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PRETTY GIRL
pretty girl
can u meet me at the park?
i want to talk to u
kenma
yeah sure
i'll be out in a second.
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Kenma was out of bed instantly, his feet tapping against the cold floor as he walked down his dark house. He quickly snatched up a random sweater and hurried outside his house and down the roadway.
It was freezing but Kenma ignored it; he could barely feel it with the amount of emotions that were running through his mind.
The local park that was just down the road from his house was empty apart from the lonesome girl sitting on the swing set, her head low and her eyes glistening under the shine of the moon. Kenma paused at the gated entrance while he gripped his own sleeve. She looked nice even when she was just wearing a hoodie.
He slowly stepped toward her, readjusting his sweater and hair as he stepped forward. She looked up with the widest, starlit eyes. It was almost enough to make him pause. But he hesitated as he sat down, instead.
"Hey," She said barely above a whisper.
"Hey," Kenma responded as he just stood in front of her. Y/n swayed on the swing with her eyes glued on him. Usually she would jerk away, refusing to maintain eye contact. But she didn't back down this time. Y/n continued to gawk directly in his eyes as she seemed to be lost in thought.
Kenma turned his head with red cheeks, "W-what?"
"Kenma, do you like me?"
Kenma whipped his head down at her, eyes wide and cheeks bright red, "Who s-said that?"
"Doesn't matter," She cocked her head to the side with a wry smile, "Do you?"
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