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you sat on your bed. legs crossed, hair done, outfit on, you were ready to go. it was almost time for him to pick you up and you, while being reassured yesterday, still stated inside your mind with those doubtful thoughts. you distracted yourself by playing tic-tac-toe for awhile until kenma had messaged you that he was a minute away.
you crumbled up the paper, tossed it into the the corner of your room, and then grabbed your things, heading downstairs with haste as to not keep him waiting too long. just as you opened the door, he'd raised his fist to knock on the door. a simple 'oh' tumbled from his lips when he'd met your eyes before admiring the rest of you. he thought you'd hear him swallowing from how hard it went down his throat.
you both took a moment to look over each other. no words being spoken, just eyes wandering over the other, studying every little detail and hiding it away in a folder in the depths of your brain.
"you look very pretty." you'd spoken faster than you could think but you didn't regret what you had said. "really pretty at that."
"aren't i supposed to be saying those kind of things to you?" though his cheeks were red, he still flirted back. "but no really," he gently leans in and placed a soft, lingering kiss onto your left cheek. "you really do look pretty. beautiful at that."
you could only stare at him in disbelief. how'd he go from self kept to being somewhat outspoken (to you at least). you turned and shouted through the house that you were about to go to which she quickly appeared in front of the door.
"you know you can't scat without me getting a few pictures." you groaned be grabbed kenma's bicep nonetheless to get it over with, pulling him closer so that you could whisper in his ear to just go with the flow.
you didn't know how many she took, but you didn't care as long as none of them ended up on facebook. you both finally set off on your date, the whole walk your hands were intertwined tightly.
"can we sit in the back when we get there?" you turned to look at him with your excited (e/c) eyes. he'd been captured by the way the shimmered in the sun, but he still found the breath to answer your question.
"anything you want." he simply responded squeezing your hand gently.
when you both got there y'all took a seat and waited for the class to start, which it did after a couple more people had showed up.
once you'd gotten your supplies and were briefly talked to from the person running the class, you both got the talking and painting.
"so what are you gonna paint?"
"i don't know..." he looked up at the ceiling as if there's be inspiration up there. "i'll probably just go with the flow." he looked over at you mixing paint and diving right in. "what are you painting?"
you told him what you were thinking of doing and the colors you were gonna use. as time went on, you had reached the end of the class, but it wasn't the end of the date.
kenma had taken you to your favorite fast food joint and gotten your favorite meal. he himself dined on some delectable chicken nuggets.
"(y/n)." a voice was suddenly heard from behind you. you turned around and kenma leaned to the side to see who it was that had interrupted your date. "kozume?!"
a frown was evident upon your face once you met his eyes.
"why'd you have to be here of all times." you grumbled to which he retaliated with a smart remark.
"well i'm sorry that i planned my eating time to infringe with your eating time with him. speaking of," he looks over your head to look at kenma behind you. "what are you doing here with her."
"first off, it doesn't matter. second off, you were the one who called my name, no the other way around, tsukishima kei."
//// do y'all know how hard it was for me to not make a seventeen joke 🧍🏾♀️
