When you woke up that Saturday, you felt unusually groggy. But you still managed to get up and soon enough that feeling was gone as you had your breakfast with Kenma.

Silence engulfed the both of you, with the occasional purr of Pudding and small chatters between you and Kenma, most of which are just trivial matters until you had ran out of things to say and you quietly finish your breakfast. The thought that was left lingering in your mind was the thought of what happened the night before.

"I hope senpai is alright," you muttered and Kenma's gaze flickered up at you.

"She's fine," he said. "I already talked to the manager of that restaurant. She isn't going to get fired. But that's also because we know her, if that's any other person..." Kenma trailed off but he didn't continue as you put the fork down on your empty plate.

"It's not your fault, Y/n," Kenma said and you finally tore your gaze from the empty plate.

Kenma can tell that ever since you two left the restaurant, you've been blaming yourself for what happened. It wasn't really your fault the glass slipped from your hand, she poured the wine right away causing you to lose your grip and it's cold so the glass became slippery.

"Besides, I don't think you should drink alcohol."

"Why not?" you asked as you frowned and pursed your lips. "You don't want me getting drunk? Are you uncomfortable whenever I get drunk? You don't like it when I get drunk?"

"Stop it, I didn't say any of that," Kenma said before he stood up and took his and your plates.

You leaned back and stretched your back, sighing contentedly before you stood up. You headed to the bathroom to freshen up and changed into a comfortable pair of clothes. You checked the time for a second, realizing that it's almost nine in the morning, the time your group mates said they will be coming. You already told them the residential building and unit so you knew they would arrive any minute now.

"Kenma," you said when you walked out of the room and Kenma tore his gaze from the game he is playing to look at you. "If you feel a little bit uncomfortable around them, just tell me alright?"

You knew how Kenma dislike strangers and he has always been wary of them. He used to avoid strangers back in high school and even now. But more than being uncomfortable, Kenma feel something else. Though he didn't let that feeling consume him.

"Sure," he said.

"I promise we're going to keep quiet!"

Just as you said that, you heard the door buzzed and you went up to get it. Looking briefly on the monitor to see your group mates outside, you opened the door for them.

"Y/n-chan, we didn't know you live in this luxury residential building!" one of them said as they stepped inside.

"Uhh, no," you muttered. "It's Kenma who live here. I'm just freeloading."

You laughed lightly, trying to humor them a bit so they wouldn't feel like they're intruding. Once they took their shoes off and slipped in pairs of slippers, you turn around and headed inside as they followed behind you.

When you got back in the living room, Kenma put his phone down and stood up.

"You guys can do your work here," he said.

"Ah, but we don't want to disturb you so I thought we can just go to my room."

"No," Kenma took a step towards you. "That room is a personal space that you and I..." Kenma suddenly trailed off before his gaze slowly avert from you to the people behind you which Kenma almost forgot that they're actually still standing there.

He didn't continue what he's saying but you already get it. That room is a personal space that you and Kenma share. It's enough having people in his living room, but in your bedroom, Kenma wouldn't allow that.

He cleared his throat slightly before Kenma took a step back. "I'll go prepare something."

"Oh, okay," you muttered as you rub the back of your neck, feeling your face heating up slightly.

When Kenma left, you and your group mates settle around a coffee table where they put their laptops and printouts for the report. As you sat on the floor, you felt someone moved closer to you and you realized it's that guy, Hiro.

"So you and kodzuken are like that huh?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, averting your gaze.

"Come on, Y/n-chan, why don't you tell us more eh?"

"Why don't we start doing our works now, eh?" you said in return, turning to him as you smiled.

He moved back a bit but he didn't scoot farther from you as his shoulder still brushed on yours. "But you'll have to tell us snippets later."

"I have nothing tell you except if it has something to do with our group project. So don't get your hopes up."

You felt him nudge you a bit. "So, you and kodzuken share a very intimate kind of relationship that you wouldn't even tell us a snippet."

"Shut up," you said and you glared at him a bit though you couldn't hide your flustered expression as he started to laugh.

"Stop it, Hiro, you're making Y/n-chan uncomfortable," the girl across you said as she opened her laptop.

"But she looks more flustered than uncomfortable though," he said, scooting closer to you. "Right, Y/n-cha—"

"Y/n," Kenma's voice suddenly came and you couldn't help but flinch a bit as you scooted away from the guy. "Can you help me with something for a second?"

"Sure," you said as you stood up and excused yourself before you walked up to Kenma.

You felt his hand on your back and from your peripheral vision you noticed him staring behind to where your group mates are settled.

The guy saw it as he tensed a bit before he averted his gaze from you and Kenma. "Is it just me or..." he trailed off. "Did kodzuken just glare at me?"

"No, it's not just you," the girl across him said. "He totally glared at you cause you're all over Y/n."

"What?" he asked before he suddenly gasped, lifting his hand to cover his mouth. "Is kodzuken perhaps...jealous?"

The rest of the members just shook their heads as they start with the report.

While you followed Kenma to the kitchen, you stopped just behind the island and Kenma stood in front of you, you just noticed that he's already trapped you between him and the kitchen island as he put both of his hands on either side of the counter.

"What was that about?" he asked and you couldn't help but furrowed your brows.

"What?" you asked, your voice not even above a whisper. "I-It's nothing, Kenma. They just want to know..."

"What?" it's now Kenma's turn to ask. "They want to know what?"

The way Kenma looked right now, the way his golden hues suddenly shifted, you could tell, because you've seen worse. Is he perhaps losing it again? You don't want to think much about it, but your heartbeat is starting to race again.

"They want to know how intimate our relationship is," you mumbled, averting your gaze down.

When you thought you wouldn't see those hooded golden hues of his that you saw whenever he's mad, you were wrong. You had almost forgotten the way it looks, how terrifying it is, you'd almost erased that from your memories for it to only come back again.

"S-Sorry," you muttered but you flinched when you felt Kenma's hand on your neck, then tracing your jawline as you lifted your chin up unconsciously.

"So he wants to know how intimate our relationship is," Kenma repeated. "I hope this will answer that."

"Kenma, what do y—"

You suddenly felt him bit down your neck and you almost yelped in pain. Kenma sucked on the spot he bit and you closed your eyes tightly, biting your lower lip to prevent yourself from making any sound. It hurts but at the same time it felt stirring.

After a few seconds Kenma leaned back and licked the spot where he bit before he looked at you.

You felt it throb and when you lightly touched it, you hissed. A bruise started to form on the skin and Kenma's lips turn up in a small smirk before he brushed your hair behind your ears.

"You can hide it if you want, kiska," he whispered. "But every time you feel it throb, you'd know who you belong to."

He held your arms and made you turn around as he pressed behind you.

"The next time I see that guy hovering all over you again, if he touches so much as the tip of your fingers, I might lose my temper again."

You felt him so close to you, his hot breath tickling your ear as your shoulders tensed up. You couldn't keep up with Kenma and how he change so fast. Just this morning, he feels like a totally different person now.

You felt his hand taking your hand and you noticed the kitchen knife he is holding as your eyes widen a bit, your chest tightened and you felt really frightened. He made you hold the knife as he held your hand.

"You still haven't forgotten what I did to the last guy who tried to have his way with you, right?"

You wanted to forget that, you wish Kenma didn't mention it now. You felt like tears are threatening to fall from your eyes again but you blink rapidly to get rid of them. You bit your lower lip, your shoulders still tensed and a small whimper managed to escape from your lips.

Kenma heard it and he realized what he said is enough as he let go of your hand.

"I made apple pie," he said, leaning back as he took a step away from you and walked around the kitchen island to get the pie. "Help me slice it."

You nodded weakly before you walked up to his side and helped him slice the apple pie.

You should have known, you shouldn't have forgotten, that when all is said and done, Kenma is still a ticking time bomb that can blow off any moment. And you have to always be careful around him.

For two weeks Kenma acted like the normal boyfriend that he should have been and you did too, doing your part in this relationship. For two weeks you thought it's going well. But now it turned a complete 360.

When you finished slicing the pie, Kenma put the plates on a tray and carried it back to the living room as you trailed behind. Instead of sitting on the same spot beside Hiro, you sat across him.

"I'll leave you guys with your work," Kenma said as he straightened up. "I hope you finish early."

"We will," you said before you felt a small nudge from the girl beside you.

"So your boyfriend can have you all to himself?" she asked and you chuckled a bit dryly.

Kenma didn't say anything as he turned to leave. But before he can leave, the guy, Hiro called him.

"Ah, kodzu—Kozume-san, you remember me, right?" he asked. "We dined together at a sushi restaurant before, and I asked for your sign."

"Of course," Kenma said, turning to the guy. "I wouldn't forget what you look like."

To the guy, it sounded like a good thing. That the famous video gamer wouldn't forget what his fan looks like. But to you, it sounded as though it's a threat towards the guy.

I wouldn't forget your face no matter where you hide.

"Right," the guy said as he chuckled. "So...can I ask a favour?"

"What is it?"

"Can I see the famous kodzuken's gaming room later?" he asked slowly and Kenma hid his nonchalant expression as he turned around.

"Sure," Kenma said before he left.