Right after breakfast, you excused yourself to the bathroom. Taking a lukewarm shower relaxed your nerves, the water gliding down your body and the scent of vanilla filling the bathroom.

Kenma wasn't rough last night, not in the slightest and you were glad to finally be able to replace that terrifying memory of him when he forced you to take the aphrodisiac drug with the memory of how gentle he was last night. Warm and full of passion, you thought it should have been like that from the start.

If only he didn't show that side of him.

You shook your head before you can even get your mind corrupted with those thoughts again and turned the shower off. You changed into a comfortable pair of clothes since you wouldn't really be going anywhere since it's Saturday. After you're done changing, you left the room and saw Kenma on the couch with Pudding. He's busy playing a game when he noticed you and Kenma lowered his hands as he put his phone down.

"Y/n, come here," he said as he motioned for you to come over and you did, sitting beside him on the couch as Pudding rubbed his forehead on your thigh.

"Here," Kenma said as he handed a box and you looked down on it. "I was planning to give you that yesterday but I forgot."

It was a small rectangular box and when you opened it, you realized what it was. "A phone?"

Right, you thought. You don't have a phone, you remember dropping it that night when Kenma—you cut your thoughts before you can even remember the entirety of what occurred that night.

It's one of the memories you wanted to forget and you were almost close to forgetting it, just a few remnants were left and at this rate, if this continued, what you and Kenma have now, then you knew you'll be able to forget all about what happened that night.

"Don't you like it?" Kenma asked and you shook your head as you took out the device.

Your eyes widen when you realized the phone is the newest one that came out only last month. "Kenma, how much is this?"

"It doesn't matter," Kenma said before you felt his hand on your head. "So long as you like it."

Kenma's hand brushed your hair behind your ear and stroked your head while you turn the phone on. Kenma's number was already recorded in the contact you thought. Of course, he needed to buy you a phone so he can call you anytime he wants to, ask where you are and even know where you are.

But you tried not to dwell on it for too much as you opened the camera.

"Kenma, can we take a picture?" you asked and Kenma looked at you, blinking his eyes a few times.

It's not that he hates taking pictures, but it's not like he likes it either. He isn't shy on camera but he just doesn't feel like taking pictures of himself or other people taking picture of him. But if it's you, Kenma still doesn't know if he likes it or not.

"Or if you don't want to I'll just take a picture with Pudding," you said, looking down on Pudding who is now resting in between you and Kenma. "Right, Pudding?"

Upon hearing his name, Pudding perked up and purred.

But before you can take Pudding, you felt Kenma's hand around your hand that was holding the phone, lifting it up in front of you.

"Hurry up before I change my mind," Kenma muttered and you slightly chuckled.

You put a three-second timer and as the seconds dwindled to one, just as Kenma looked straight at the camera, you quickly turned to him and kissed him on the cheek. Kenma was surely taken aback that when you leaned back and looked at the picture, Kenma's cat-like eyes were a bit wide and his lips parted a slightly.

"Now, it's Pudding's turn," you said, taking the cat as you took a picture with him before putting him down and Pudding went to his own little sofa.

You set the picture of you and Kenma as the lock screen wallpaper while you and Pudding as the desktop wallpaper.

"Thank you, Kenma!" you said, turning to him and leaned in to peck him on the cheek again.

But before your lips can brush on his cheeks, you felt your lips being sealed by his lips instead as Kenma turned around to face you. At first you thought it was only unintentional because you were going to kiss him on the cheek and he suddenly turned to the side to look at you, so instead of his cheek what you kissed was his lips.

But when Kenma leaned back, you knew it wasn't unintentional.

Not with that smirk and he suddenly started pushing you back, slowly you're leaning back as he leaned in until your back hit the couch.

"What?" he asked, pulling the phone from your hand and putting it on the side. "You think you can catch me off guard twice?"

"No..." you muttered as Kenma leaned closer, propping his elbow on the side to support himself up. You averted your gaze slowly and look anywhere but in his eyes.

"Sly little kiska," he said and you felt his hand under your chin, making you look at him.

He captured your lips with his again. This time the kiss turned hungrier as Kenma slid his tongue in. The minty taste erupting in your mouth as the kiss deepened and you put your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.

You wanted this kind of kiss to last longer, it's both literally and figuratively sweet. But you two needed oxygen and you both leaned back as you took a breath, your face flushed and lips pinkish as much as your cheeks are. Kenma looks a little less flushed but you can see the small tint on his cheeks as well.

You lifted your hands and brushed the strands of hair that fell on the side of his face behind his ears before cupping his face and initiating another kiss. You felt his hand going under your shirt, his hand was warm compared to your cold skin. He touched your stomach, making goose bumps rise on your body before his hand slowly travelled up.

Anywhere he touched, your cold skin would burn and you crave for more.

But just as he was about to take your shirt off, you two heard the door buzzed.

Or it might have just been you who heard the door buzzed because Kenma was still peppering your neck with kisses.

"Kenma, wait!" you said and Kenma stopped abruptly.

"What? Did I hurt you?" he asked, leaning back to look at you.

"No!" you quickly said as you shook your head. "There was someone at the door."

Kenma looked up and he finally heard the door buzz as he sat up and you did too.

"I'll check who it is. Stay here," he said before he stood up.

But for some reason it sounded like it was more of a command, to stay there, because he doesn't want you talking to anyone other than your peers at the University, because he really can't monitor everything while you're at school.

Kenma doesn't like what he is feeling. When he walked down the hallway towards the door, he knew whoever it is outside wouldn't be good news. No one is ever a good news anyways.

But it would have been a little better if it's just a deliveryman but Kenma didn't order anything and neither did you. So whoever it is, they might want something from Kenma personally.

When he looked at the monitor, he noticed two men standing in front. One of them Kenma doesn't recognize and the other—

"Daichi-san?" Kenma muttered as he frowned. "What is he doing her—"

Kenma suddenly stopped, just as he was about to open the door, his hand hovering above the knob as his teeth clenched and his eyes narrowed.

He remember what Daichi said last night. That he moved to Tokyo Police Department when he should have been in Miyagi. And whoever he is with, Kenma finally recognized him.

It was the same man whom Kenma got in the elevator with.

Now that Kenma remembered it, it felt like there was something that Kenma had forgotten. Something that completely slipped through his mind.

The aphrodisiac drug.

As Kenma thought about all the possibilities and what could have possibly happen once he open this door, his hand started to grip the knob, his knuckles turning white.

After a few moment, Kenma closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clearing out unnecessary thoughts before he opened his eyes again, the glare now gone as he slowly turned the knob and opened the door.

"May I help you?" Kenma asked, making sure to look at the man before his gaze turned to Daichi. "Ah, Daichi-san?"

"Good day, Kozume-kun," Daichi said as he smiled and Kenma inclined his head, making sure to keep a neutral expression.

"We run into each other last night," Kenma said. "You met my girlfriend, right?"

"Ah, yes, I did."

"You did?" the man asked and Kenma looked at him. He just asked that purposely in case Daichi told this guy, whom Kenma suspect as a Police Officer too. And they weren't really trying to hide that fact either.

"Yes, last night in the supermarket," Daichi answered before the man turned back to Kenma.

"Kozume-san," the man started as Kenma looked at him, making it hard for Kenma not to narrow his eyes at the man especially when he pulled out the familiar bottle. "This illegal aphrodisiac drug is yours, right?"

"First of all, who are you?" Kenma asked.

"I'm a senior police officer working at Tokyo Police Department."

"Do you have a warrant?" Kenma asked again. "An arrest or even a search warrant?"

The man doesn't really need to answer since it's written all over his face and Kenma fought the urge to smirk.

But when Kenma thought he wouldn't say anything because he has too much pride in being a police officer to even say he doesn't have any warrant, Kenma was wrong.

"Why would you immediately assume we're searching or arresting you, Kozume-san?" he suddenly asked and Kenma realized this senior police officer wasn't all bark and no bite.

But if he thought he had Kenma at that, he's the one who's wrong this time.

"You just said that's an illegal drug. And you asked if it's mine so you're basically openly suspecting me of possessing illegal drug."

"Just answer the question, kid!" he said, his voice a little louder and Kenma was ticked off when he called him that.

"Senior Police Officer," Daichi said, a bit taken aback that the man is slowly losing his temper.

"If you don't have any warrant, then you're conducting this on your own personal interest. I have the right to remain silent and I'm not inclined to answer any of your questions."

"Fine," the man said as he gripped the bottle. "Then we're going to get a wa—"

"But since you officers came all the way here," Kenma said, cutting the man off. "And to save up our precious time, I'll answer your questions."

"Tch, if you're going to answer, why didn't you just say so?" the man muttered.

Of course Kenma has to stay there longer, even though he doesn't like talking to strangers any longer than a few seconds, he had to in this case. Because any moment now, Kenma is sure you'd come here and check what's going on.

Since his precious little kiska is that curious.