You felt hot, so hot you felt like you're burning. You felt feverish and your heart keeps palpitating, you would close your eyes and blinked them open but they were still half-lidded. You aren't sure of what's happening anymore, you felt like you're slowly slipping in and out of consciousness. You saw a pair of golden hues, like they were glowing. Cat-like eyes staring down on you, raven hair with streaks of blonde that's starting to fade.

"Kenma...?" You muttered, finally recognizing the person that you had mistaken for someone else.

You felt his hands wander around your body, it was his touch that had you feeling as if you were burning. "Kenma..." You muttered again, holding on to him. "Please?"

"Please what?" Kenma asked, but he is certain you wouldn't remember any of this foreplay by tomorrow. And because he is certain, he knew he couldn't do anything more than this.

"Please..." you muttered again, and he heard your whimpers as your head fell down on the bed and suddenly felt lightheaded.

You tried to open your eyes, though your eyelids felt heavy and your body felt weird, you saw him lifting his hand, licking his finger and his eyes were fixed on you. That golden hue that you found oddly familiar. You felt exhausted, your heartbeat that was rigid earlier slowly calming down as you breathed in and out. You looked at him and you saw him saying something.

But you couldn't hear him, you couldn't make out any words he's saying. You decided to rest your already heavy eyelids before completely giving in to consciousness, falling into oblivion towards a dreamless slumber.

"You..." Kenma started, still staring at you. "You're such a handful, Y/n. Like a..."

He searched for the right word all the while looking at your sleeping face. Then his hand went up your chin, his thumb caressing your cheek. "Like a little kitten. A kiska, huh?"

Kenma debated whether to go home after that. It's already late and he still felt lightheaded, his head started to throb as he went outside to get some fresh air. He leaned on the balcony, the apartment building looked run-down, perhaps the cheapest one around this area. Kenma just stood there for a while, letting the night breeze caress him as he took a long drag of the cigarette.

He doesn't usually smoke, he still hated the smell of nicotine. But Kenma felt like he needed one tonight, sometimes he would smoke if he feels stress out, which rarely ever occurs. Or sometimes when he just wanted to relax. But it's not like he's addicted either. He didn't even finish the stick, it's not even halfway finished when Kenma decided he's had enough of the toxic nicotine as he threw it in the trash before he went back inside.

"I suppose I can stay for the night," he said, propping on the small couch as he, too, rested his tired eyelids.

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You stirred in your sleep, you were actually having a good sleep when the sudden throb woke you up. Your head started throbbing like crazy and you felt awful. You sat up slowly, frowning deeply as you massaged your temple.

"What in the world..." You muttered, opening your eyes. "...just happened?"

You scan the area around, the small wooden coffee table and on the floor you saw three bottles of empty liquor. It was then you felt suddenly nauseous, the bile rising up your throat as you threw the sheet and run up to the bathroom, tripping a few times before you finally made it inside the bathroom just in the nick of time and bend down, throwing everything you ate last night.

You threw up until your stomach felt empty. "Curse you hangover."

You stood up and went over the sink, taking a toothbrush and mouthwash. You decided to head to the shower and took a long bath since you're already here. Or at least what's supposed to be a long bath but when you realized the water is freezing cold, you decided to wrap it up quickly.

Once you're done freshening up, you headed to the sink again and dried your hair. "Ah, I feel a little better no–"

Your eyes suddenly widen when you saw something on your neck when your gaze landed on the mirror. Slowly you lowered your hands and looked closer, examining your neck and collarbone. You thought it was just a bug bite and you scratch it while asleep. But when you saw several red marks and some were starting to form a bruise, you were positive of one thing.

"Kenma!" You yelled, not really knowing that the guy is actually sleeping on the couch and when he heard you yelled, he stirred in his sleep.

Kenma hated it when his sleep gets interrupted. He didn't even drink much but he felt really awful he could throw up. He sat up slowly, rubbing his head, his back felt stiff.

"Kenma...that guy seriously– ah!" You suddenly yelled when you saw Kenma sitting on the couch. "What are you doing here?!"

Kenma still felt tired but when he heard you yell again, he opened his eyes and looked at you, shaking off the slumber in his system. "What?"

"You...what happened?" You asked and Kenma furrowed his brows. Although he expected that you wouldn't remember what happened last night, he expected that you would at least recall bits of it, like how you just started kissing him out of nowhere.

But of course you don't remember, that's why he had that. Kenma sighed inaudibly as he took his phone out and unlocked it, going over his gallery before he clicked on the video and he handed you his phone. You reluctantly took it and pressed the play button.

"I...want you...inside–" you quickly turned the phone off and almost threw it back at him as you looked at Kenma who stood up and walked up to you to take his phone back.

"That's what happened," he said.

"Did I...did I really say that?" You asked, your hand going over to your lips before you looked back at him. "So..." You started, lowering your hand down as you gulped.

"D-Did something...happen..." You pointed at him and pointed at yourself. "Between the two of us?"

Aside from the hickies on your neck and collarbone, you really couldn't tell for certain and you absolutely don't remember anything last night. The last thing you remembered was inviting Kenma to your place for a drink. And you were on your second bottle that your memory started getting hazy. Even now as you tried to recall it, your head would just throb.

"Something happened," Kenma said nonchalantly while your eyes widened. The look of surprise you had in comparison with his deadpanned expression.

"We...did...it?" You couldn't even say it while Kenma looks way too calm about it.

"You passed out," he finally said when he noticed you were having a really hard time putting it into words. "You were too drunk so you passed out even before something could happen between us."

"Oh," you muttered, averting your gaze down before you looked back at him quickly. "Wait! Then how do you explain these? Do you think these are works of bed bugs?!" You pointed on your neck and Kenma saw the marks that are starting to bruise.

"Well...that," he started, this time he's the one who averted his gaze. "It can't exactly be helped."

"Huh?!"

Kenma is seriously starting to get a bit ticked. He looked back at you and took a step closer, his eyes narrowed and you involuntarily took a step back and he took another step and you couldn't exactly help but took another step back as well until your back hit the door.

"Do you have any idea how you were behaving last night?" Kenma asked, and now he's way closer to you that you couldn't look him in the eye. Somehow when you think about it, bits and pieces started to resurface and you recall the apple juice that he apparently was drinking instead of the liquor and you gulped.

"If I were any other guy, you'd wake up naked, sore and I'd probably not be here once you woke up."

You blinked your eyes a few times, looking anywhere but at him. But then you felt his hand under your chin and he made you looked at him as you visibly gulped. Kenma's eyes averted to your neck and you wanted to cover it with your hand.

"Looking at it closer," he started before he looked back at you, the side of his lips turning up in a slight smirk. "The hickies aren't that bad."

You felt your face heat up and you quickly lifted your hand and covered your neck. Though the blush is hard to hide as Kenma leaned out to look at you.

"So, did you enjoy it?"

You suddenly gasped, your eyes widen when you heard him say that. Your expression couldn't pass unnoticed and Kenma furrowed his brows. The way he said it, you couldn't help but think just how much he sounded like that streamer.

"What?" Kenma asked, his frown deepening. "I was just joking."

"H-huh?" You muttered, looking back at him. The way he first said doesn't sound like a joke. If anything he really sounded serious and similar to that streamer.

"I should get going now. Have I cleared everything?" He asked and you slowly nodded. Kenma turned around and took his jacket, he was about to walk out of the door when you called him.

He stopped just before he could turn the knob and he looked back at you. "What?"

"Your phone," you said, outstretching your hand. "Just to make sure you aren't going to blackmail me, I'm going to delete that video."

"Blackmail you?" He asked, but he took his phone, unlocking it and handed it to you anyways. "Why would I blackmail someone knowing that I wouldn't gain anything from them? Especially you."

You were a little irked by what he said and you tapped on his phone a little harshly and deleted the video. Making sure that it also got deleted in the trash and there are no other copies before handing the phone back to him.

"Are you saying I'm not worth blackmailing?"

"Forget it," Kenma said before he turned to leave. And you stood there for a second longer, trying to recall everything but to no avail, you just shook your head.

Even though you wanted to rest for the whole day because of the hangover, you couldn't afford to miss your shift at the cafe. You actually had a hard time applying the cosmetic to conceal the marks and fortunately your coworker didn't notice at all.

It was just the usual routine at the cafe and while there aren't much customer, you went to clean some glasses and as you stood in front of the sink your mind brought you back to what Kenma said earlier. "Did you enjoy it?" You muttered.

Your eyebrows knitted together as you tilted your head, racking your brain to remember what else you could recall from last night. You remember kissing him, tasting the apple juice and whining about it, that he was drinking apple juice instead of liquor which really doesn't make sense why you would even blame Kenma for drinking apple juice.

You recall the things you said from the video he showed earlier. "And then after that..."

You remember making out on the bed, and slowly as you recall what happened, you felt your face heating up and your heart started to beat faster. "He...said something before I passed out."

Your frown deepened. "What was it?"

You squinted your eyes, trying to recall it. It felt frustrating now that you felt like you're about to recall it, like a word you forgot and it's at the tip of your tongue. You closed your eyes tightly and tried to recall.

Did you enjoy it?

You gasped again when his voice echoed in your mind. You were not sure which one said it. Was it Kenma or the streamer, not only do they sound oddly familiar, but the way they said was almost the same as well.

"Y/n, don't waste water," your coworker said as you flinched in surprise. You quickly turned the faucet off as you dried your hands.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine," you answered, nodding your head. But she looked at you closely as you leaned out. She squinted her eyes suspiciously.

"Y/n, what happened last night?"

Your eyes widened. "W-What do you mean what happened last night? Nothing happened last night. What do you mean? What do you know?"

"I saw you last night," she said, her hands on her hips now and you gulped. "You left the convenience store and got inside a guy's car."

She took a step closer and you took a step back. "Y/n," she started, putting her hand on your shoulder as you involuntarily flinched. "Even if you don't have money to pay for College, don't think of selling your body with some rich guy."

"I did not!"