𝐜𝐑. 08

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"Have I seen you before?"

Tapping the napkin at your lips as you glanced up to see none other than... Him.

You looked away, smiling a little too hard and trying to regain the confidence in you.

"Hello?" He spoke again.

"Uhh, I don't know... Do you?" You raised a brow.

Kenma only chuckled and clearly, he knew he recognized you but couldn't put his finger on it or remember the face of a gorgeous girl like you. Your smile is the one that caught him, your familiar scent that never left his sheets when you left.

"Y/n... Right?" He whispered.

This caused you to smile bigger, legs pushing up against your hands and your head ducked down like a little girl. The familiar presence in front of you never stops the goofy smile forming on your lips.

"Yeah. It's Y/n," you tucked the loose strands of your hair being your ear, smiling at him as if he was your huge crush.

And he was.

"Knew it. How-"

"I'm sorry... Who are you?" a voice interrupts him.

Turning your body whoever said that and to see it was just Gracie. Gracie Lee, the protective mom in the group. Kenma only chuckled as he leaned his hands on the table, glancing at Gracie's dark brown eyes as she sunk into the chair.

"Kenma, Kenma Kozume. Y/n's... Friend," he took a sip of your drink.

Before you can even ask him what he is doing here... He walked off.

"Take a sip of my drink and walk off, why don't you," you scoffed.

"He looks oddly familiar," Kayla raised and dropped her brows.

This only caused you to sink into your chair and be nothing, but embarrassed because he just introduced himself to your best friends and now? Now, they know who it is.

Or that's what you thought.

"Yeah, he sure does," you took a bite out of your cookie and sipped your drink.

The heat between your clenching thighs couldn't die down, your arousal builds up as you move in your seat, your throbbing slit getting its needs from you clenching.

"Y/n, he's asking you to come... Go bitch," Kayla patted your hand.

"She's so zoned out. Look at her, she's a lost puppy," Gracie chuckled.

The moment Kayla said that, you snapped your head at her as your eyes glared into hers. "Shut up. I'm sure that guy named... Oikawa, misses you dearly," you snorted.

"Girl, shut up. He was a one-night stand and it'll stay like that," she mumbled, crossing her arms.

"Booo," you stood up from your seat, taking your drink and cookie as you walked to Kenma's table.

Taking the seat across from Kenma as your chair scratches against the hardwood floors, looking at the floor making sure you didn't leave a mark, but to see nothing but dirt from the outside.

Your eyes found their way to Kenma's as they danced around his facial features, getting every beauty of it and his eyes... His eyes were too good to be true, despite the color, but regardless, he was handsome.

His hand reaches out to yours, trying to get the familiar coldness he felt the moment you touched his bare chest. The familiar sensation of your hands wrapped around his, the sensation makes him feel so... Nostalgic.

"Your hands are still cold," he breaks the silence between you two.

His response only makes you snort at his statement, knowing he disliked the silence, so he broke it with whatever make to mind. Your other hand goes on top of his, caressing his knuckles, veins and skin.

This was too familiar to you.

It felt so surreal.

Surreal that it just has you second guessing if this a dream or not, acting or not and you're just waiting to wake up, waiting for the cameras to stop rolling.

But... This is real.

It's not a dream or scene being played out... it's real.

"And you're still warm," you chuckled.

Kenma only snorted as he scooted closer to the table, just trying to close the gap but he couldn't. The table had you two apart and not getting any closer than that.

"So, how was your month?" He puts his hand to your lips, kissing the bruises on your knuckles.

Those bruises were from accidentally punching Kunimi because he was creeping up on you the other day, causing you to punch your best friend and apologizing after.

"It was lonely," you looked out the window.

"Why?" He asked.

Kenma just wanted to know if you were busy or not, busy with school, busy with work... But no. It was lonely.

"Because I couldn't get any cuddles during this month of October... And to your next question, I'm a hopeless romantic. I'm a person who dreads attention. I want my desires to be fulfilled." You spoke.

The people around you didn't hear you, so that's good.

Kenma shifted in his seat, running his fingers against your knuckles and guiding your hand to his cheek as you looked at him. The picture in front of you felt too cute not to take a picture, pulling out your phone and snapping it.

"I'm keeping that," you smiled and shut your phone off.

"You're a sex addict... I can tell just by the way you clench your thighs under the table," his lips kiss your hand.

"And I love when you're in denial about it. It makes me more interested in you," he wrapped his legs around your ankles.

The wetness in your panties were soaked as you got up from the seat, taking your hand away from Kenmas' as you walked to the restroom, shutting the door behind you.

Your hand goes down to your pants and to see if you're soaked through them, but to feel nothing. Your hands twist the faucet handles and put your hands under the spraying warm water, squeezing soap out of the bottle as you wash your hands.

A sudden soft knock startles you as you wipe your hands down with paper towel, opening the door to see Kenma standing there, inviting himself in.

"Invite yourself in then," you sighed.

"Are you still..." He spoke softly, looking at your face as he pushed a strand out of your face.

"Still what? Tired? Yes, Yes I am," you scoffed as you tried to get out of the bathroom.

"No. Are you still... Lonely?" He whispered.

You knew exactly where this was going, so you being the annoying person on earth... You shook your head.

"Well then, I guess I can go get my lonely hands filled with someone else's wetness," he scoffed as he opened the door.

But your hand immediately pushed the door shut, your head on his back as he turned around.

"What is this? A jealous Y/n?" He snickered.

"I'm not jealous," you smacked him.

He only chuckled as he held your cheeks before pushing his lips onto yours, tasting your flavoured gloss as he led you to the counter, sitting you up on it.

"It sounds like you are... It just keeps getting more and more interesting with you. I fucking love it," his hand goes under your shirt, pinching your nipple.

"I hate that you think I'm jealous," you groaned softly.

Kenma immediately covers your mouth with his hand, shushing you quiet. "We can't be loud."



"Let's take it slow... Okay?"

"Okay."

a/n: like i said... THERE IS A LOT OF SMUT IN HERE

because...

it's a...

toxic relationship.

no, there isn't violence. Just an 'On & Off' relationship and it's very complicated... actually, it gets MORE complicated 😭


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