Imagine having memory loss and not recognizing your own bedroom. Now imagine waking up in someones room and almost knocking their ass out because you thought you were kidnapped.
I woke up feeling disorientated and sick, I managed to keep last nights dinner down however I couldn't stop my brain from thinking Kenma was some kind of murderer for about 30 seconds. I grabbed my pillow as if it were something that could protect me and held it over kenma, ready to attack before I finally realized where I was. Like an idiot I slowly lowered it and sat on my blanket, contemplating weather I was embarrassed or just hated my very existence.
Kenma luckily didn't wake up while I was having my moment, in fact he was sleeping silently, the top half of his face poking out from his blankets and strands of hair falling loosely on his closed eyes. I knew I was staring but I couldn't help myself, he really was pretty.
I reached out to push his hair back before a yawn came from inside his blankets, making me alarmingly throw myself back onto the floor. Kenmas whole head stuck out and turned to face me, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes before pulling a confused look in my direction.
"Do you ever not have energy" he mumbled, his voice was a little deeper as he just woke up, yet it still remained soothing unlike mine which made me sound like I smoked non stop.
"Nope. Ah its Saturday, no school" I did a little dance in excitement before pulling the sheets of the almost fast asleep Kenma, this guy really could do with some extra energy, it was like his body ran on a hamster wheel, only- the hamster was fat and old. I shook him awake until he was flapping at me to let go, trying to hide his face back under his pillow. I thought for a second before snickering to myself and leaned over to him, I moved the pillow to expose his ear and licked along the outside of it before pulling away in case an arm came flying at me.
I was right. Kenma flung himself up and covered his ear, swinging his other one at me worried that I'd try it again. His face was a deep shade of red and a frown was placed between his eyebrows. I cracked up almost immediately and clutched my stomach, the reaction was better than I expected it to be. I raised my hands in defense to show him I wouldn't do it again but even then Kenma still wouldn't let me near him.
We went down to make breakfast, this time it was a lot more simple and we made pancakes. We added mountains of whipped cream and strawberry's to them a long with some syrup, it was a pretty messy thing to try and eat but we managed to keep most of it on the plate. Kenma even got whipped cream on his noise at one point, but I refrained from doing anything that would make him cross again despite how funny it was.
We cleaned up the dishes until the kitchen left no traces of cooking before I said goodbye to him. I wish we could of stayed together longer but I had to head up to the hospital today to discuss what happened this morning and whether my medicine dosage should increase. Ah shit I didn't have my medicine last night, oh well whats one day of not forcing pills down my throat.
Kenma held out my coat so I could thread my arms through, it was weird to see him somewhat babying me, not that I minded it.
"Kuroo, are you on a diet?" His question brought me to his full attention as I tilted my head, a little unsure of what he was talking about, especially since we just had pancakes.
"A diet? Pft Hardly"
"Mhm, you just look thinner, like you've lost weight"
Keeping the smile on my face suddenly got increasingly difficult, was it that noticeable? I started wearing larger clothes more recently to try and hide it, so why had Kenma spotted it already?
"Lost weight? I doubt it, maybe you've grown" I rubbed the top of his before making out for the door, doing my best to end this conversation, he stood by the front door after my exit and offered a small wave of goodbye. I turned round and swung my arm back at him, yelling goodbye to him until he was too embarrassed to stay by the door and quickly closed it. I shook my head and began the short walk back to my house, occasionally laughing to myself which attracted the attention of some confused school girls.
"He's a funny one"
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