Descending Grief //KenHina//

Chapter 3: Suppose I didn't realize...

Kenma was, to say the least, confused. The jewels, which he had collected in his palm, differed in size and color. They sparkled in the light, casting rainbows across his room. He tucked them into a random container in his room and decided this would be a problem for tomorrow. He retired to his bed, and fell into a fitful sleep, much like the one from the previous night.

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Kenma awoke to Oikawa shuffling through his dresser, and the faint humming of Bokuto somewhere in the apartment. Kenma didn't know how he knew that it was Bokuto that was humming, but he brushed it off.

"What- What are you doing?" Kenma groaned, sitting up slowly and rubbing his eyes.

Oikawa turned to face him with a cautious face. The last time he had woken up Kenma he had been shrieked at for thirty minutes.

"I'mmmm- I'm looking for something?"

Kenma rolled his eyes. What could be in his inventory of clothes that Oikawa would want?

"Aren't you always telling me that my sense of fashion is disgusting and all my clothes should be thrown out and replaced?"

"No! I don't tell you that! Wait- wait i told you that yesterday never mind..." Oikawa laughed nervously, turning back to shuffle through Kenma's dresser.

Kenma frowned, slowly getting up and lightly shoving Oikawa back outside the room.

Kenma did not frankly quite understand why Oikawa had gone through his large collection of sweatpants and sweaters. Oikawa was more of a ripped jeans and turtleneck person. With the complicated planned out outfits. The kind with the long white sleeve undershirt, a clip-on collar and a black T-shirt over it. And you could never forget the beige trench coat-esque cardigan over it all. Even more complicated were the accessories and the makeup. Oikawa rambled so much about the jewelry and how it should be picked out per outfit and how to layer and style them that Kenma had ended up memorizing a good portion of it. 

"When in doubt, pick gold because that went with everything. Silver and platinum is strictly reserved for cool colors- greens, blues, and purples. Never more than two necklaces or else it'll get tangled and ugly. Never mix silver and gold. Hoops and dangles are better than studs- etc."

It was likely that Oikawa could write a book on such topics, but he hadn't yet. Kenma had commented several times through his lectures on jewelry etiquette that he should simply write a book on the topic. Oikawa refused profusely, and said that he did not have enough time and that he was a slow typist (unlike Kenma).

Kenma stuffed a slice of the pie he made the previous day into his mouth and tied his too-long-hair up into a messy bun. The once fully bleached hair was now black hair with blonde tips. Kenma hadn't bothered to cut it, although the last few days it had been problematic and annoying to deal with. He figured he would need to cut it sometime next week. He could spot Bokuto's spiked white and black hair in his peripheral. He indignantly ignored Bokuto when he waved a small 'hi' at Kenma when he strode out of his room. 

Oikawa was in the 'filming corner' which was supposed to be meant for both him and Kenma, but Kenma didn't film there, instead opting to film in his room. Oikawa was talking about how he had a new date while he dabbed a sponge on his face. 

Kenma unlocked the apartment door and headed out to meet with Shoyo with a sigh. 

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"So, you know what I mean right? Like is he going to make a move, and like ask me to be his boyfriend if we've kissed already?" Oikawa muttered in frustration as he blended out his foundation. He snatched a contour palette from the tray next to him.