Chapter 18

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Kenma placed you on his bed, carefully as though he's holding something so delicate, so fragile. And when he lay you down, he noticed the strands of hair covering your forehead and neck and he found himself brushing your hair to the side before he looked at you.




His usually droopy eyes that held little to no emotion, those golden hues that would only gleam if he finds something that interest him, are now fix on you who are sleeping on his bed soundly.




"Don't get boring so soon, Y/n," Kenma said, his eyes didn't lose its focus as he stare at you as if he's studying your every feature. "We just barely started."




He noticed you moving slightly, your eyebrows furrowing as you toss to find a more comfortable spot and Kenma thought he had woken you up, but you didn't and he straightened up.




Kenma stood up as he took his phone before he went to his personal computer, he sent a file thru email before dialing a number after the email was delivered. He sat on his swivel chair, twirling a pen he found on the table as he waited for someone to answer his call. It didn't take long until someone picked up.




"Did you receive it?" Kenma asked right away.




"Yes, I did," the man from the other end of the line responded, his voice carrying a tone of professionalism.




"We'll sponsor her."




"Is she a student athlete?" the man asked.




"No,"




"Then our Company can't accept her," he said and Kenma abruptly stop twirling the pen before gripping it as the man continued. "Our Company only sponsor athletes. If she isn't one, I don't see any merits in spending money on her studies."




"So you're not gonna do it?" Kenma asked as he leaned back, his head on the headrest as he looked up, lifting his hand that was holding the pen as he clicked it and the sharp tip extended. "What's your name again?"




"I'mβ€”"




"No, on second thought it doesn't matter." Kenma cut him off. "How about me, what's my name?"




"You are Kozume Kenma...sir," the man said, his voice a little reluctant as he added the sir but he cleared his throat almost instantly.




"And what's my position in the Company?"




"You're the CEO," he said again.




"And how did I become the CEO?"




"You have the largest share in our Company."




"That's right," Kenma said before he turned his swivel chair to the side to look at you. "If I pull out all my shares, the Company will lose more than half of its asset and 60% of the Company will be gone."




A momentary silence engulfed them and Kenma was losing his patience. He just wanted to sleep, the bed looked inviting and with you there sleeping soundly, Kenma just wanted to go to sleep as well.




"Are you still there?" Kenma asked, breaking the silence.




"Yes, I'm still here," the man answered, but his voice sounded as though it was shaking a bit.




"If you hanged up on me, you'd be the one hanging by tomorrow."




"W-what?"




Kenma was almost sure he heard the man gulped. "Feel free to think of that in a figurative or literal sense."




"I'll arrange the documents and money," the man finally said.




"Pay everything."




"Everything?"




Kenma felt tired repeating himself. "Until she graduates."




"Yes, everything," the man said before Kenma ended the call.




He placed his phone on the desk before he stretched up like a cat stretching down the street, the yawn the escaped his lips made his eyes a bit teary as he stood up and walked towards the bed.




"Still sleeping so soundly," he said. "Like a kitten. Sleep some more, kiska."




After that he turned the lights off, leaving only a lampshade on to provide a sort of luminance to the otherwise dimly lit room. And then Kenma left the room, he'll have to sleep in the couch tonight. But only for tonight though. Because the next time this happens, he'd be sleeping right next to you.




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You felt like you're lying on clouds, the bed felt oddly comfortable. Unlike the one you have in that rundown apartment, you felt like you could go on hibernation lying on this bed. You snuggled to the side, towards the nearest thing beside you and you thought it was a pillow.




You were a hundred percent sure it was a pillow.




But you felt it moving, breathing and it's warm, much like a person.




And when you opened your eyes, letting your vision cleared for a second, you realized who you'd been snuggling close to and you yelped in surprise.




"Kenma?!"




At the sound of your voice he jolted awake, although still half asleep, Kenma slowly sat up and rub the back of his neck before he looked at you.




"Ah. Y/n, you're awake?"




"What are you doing here? What am I doing here?"




"This is my room. I carried you here."




That's right, last night Kenma couldn't sleep very well on the couch. He has several couches and all of them aren't really suitable to accommodate him for a long hour of sleep. He even fell on the floor twice when he tossed around.




It was around four in the morning when he decided he's had enough and went to his room and go back to what's left of a few hours of sleep before the dawn breaks. He did have at least three hours of sleep, he actually thought someone was snuggling close to him and he felt like sleeping for another extra hour or a whole day.




"You do remember what had happened last night right?" Kenma asked, his eyes still half-lidded.




"O-of course. Do you think I'll suddenly have amnesia and forget all about it?"




"Or you're going to act like you forgot everything," he said before his eyes travelled down. "Not that you can pretend nothing happened."




You realized you weren't wearing anything except for your bra and you quickly held the sheet up as Kenma stood up.




"Do you have work today?" he asked and you nodded. "I'll drive you back to your apartment or to the cafΓ©?"




"Don't you have anything else to do? Aren't you busy?"




"Not really," he said. "I have nothing much to do. So when something interesting comes along, I tend to give it all my free time. And I mean all."




You didn't say anything after that while Kenma walked outside in silence as well, leaving you there to contemplate just what he meant by that.




Afterwards you asked him to drive you back to your apartment, the car ride is engulfed in silence. Neither of you opened up a topic nor say anything about last night, you thought it would be better that way.Β 




Not that you're ever bothered by silence, you'd been living alone the past years and silence had grown to accompany you. And Kenma has always been accustomed to it.




"I'll see you soon, Y/n," Kenma said once the car stopped outside the apartment building.




You unbuckled your seatbelt and stepped outside, waving at him before his car sped away, leaving you standing there for a few seconds before you shook your head and went to your apartment.




Your shift at the cafΓ© wouldn't start until later so you decided to rest until then.




Once you're inside your apartment, you fell face first on your bed, face buried on the pillow before you turned around and lie on your back as you looked up the ceiling.




And then everything dawned on you, every single thing that occurred last night suddenly came like a tsunami and you tossed around, burying your face as your scream got muffled by the pillow.




"What did you get yourself into, Y/n?" you asked yourself before turning back around and sitting up.




You noticed the red mark on your thigh, then you lifted your skirt and you saw a bunch of them in your inner thighs. You didn't notice that it would be this much earlier when you were in the shower, the steam covered most of the space.




But now that you're noticing them, and just how many they are, your face turned red and you fell back on the bed.




When it was time for you to go to the cafΓ©, you let a few hours distract you from thinking further about what happened last night. At least that helped, it wasn't hard to get yourself busy with taking orders and running errands.




Until you were back to your apartment again.




It was around ten in the evening, you sat in front of your laptop as you checked your University's website.


"He really paid it," you said when you found the zeros on your balance. "I've never been this happy to see plain zeros in my balance."




You scrolled down and your eyes widen when you saw that even all the units for your fourth year are paid.




"Wait, he did pay everything?!" you took your phone and went to your contacts. "Kenma you wealthy basβ€”!"




You cut yourself off and found yourself calling him. Kenma answered after a few rings.




"What's this?!"




"What? You're watching my live stream?"




"Wait, you're live right now?"




"No," Kenma said. "I wouldn't answer if I was."




Of course he wouldn't. You shook your head and cleared your throat. "You paid everything?"




"I think I did."




"Why?"




"Because I wanted to."




Of course that would be his answer. He's rich, he has a lot of money to spare. But it's too much, you only thought when he asked if you want him to support you, he was only referring to the unpaid balance left for this semester. Not everything until you graduate.




You just remembered not that he said he'll support you through College.




"What can I even give in return?" you muttered, only realizing that you said out loud the thought that wasn't supposed to be said out loud.




"What can you give huh?" Kenma asked. "I've invested quite a lot on you already. And even if I pay someone to sleep with me, I wouldn't spend that much."




"Y-yeah, I can see that you spent a lot. You don't really have to elaborate it Kenma," you muttered. You didn't even want to go with all the trouble of computing everything.




"Then," Kenma said after a momentary silence. "How about we start with this."




"With what?"




"I'll make an account on that site then I'll send you the online handle and password. You'll use that account when you're watching my stream so I will know it's you."




"What if I refuse?"




"You can't," Kenma said. Not that you're in any position to refuse after all. "Twice," he said.




"I just want to see you watching two of my live stream. I usually stream on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays at around ten," he continued. "Well, I guess you know that already though."




"N-no, I don't!"




You thought you'd imagined it, but you suddenly heard him chuckling. It was a different tone compared to what he sounded last night. This time his laughter was more light and soft as if he's genuinely having fun.




"Alright, done," he said. "I'll send it to you now."




"Wait, already?!"




You received a LINE message right after that and you opened it as you read the online handle and password, slowly your face started to heat up.




"So, do you like iβ€”" Kenma wasn't able to finish his question when you suddenly hanged up.




You're the only one who can hang up on him like that. But he guessed you had a reason why you did. Kenma just wished he could have had seen your flustered expression.




Online Handle: kiska

Password: itmeanskittyandpussy





Now that you remembered it, was it Lev? No, it was his older sister whom you've heard saying that word. She said it meant something like cat? Kitten? You couldn't remember what she said exactly. But to think Kenma knew about it and he's been calling you that all those times.






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