After Dark (Kenma x y/n)

Chapter 3 "After 3 days"

Hey, sorry this is both late and shorter. School was a bitch this week and I was really busy. I am trying to do weekly updates, but it might not work out that well. For now, I'm trying to post around Sunday or Monday. Thank you guys so much for 1k reads on both AO3 and Wattpad! It means a lot to me when I see so many people commenting on my work. Thanks for the continued support! <3
For the past few days, you had been settling into what was your new normal. After Kenma had told you his reason for owing Kuroo, you kept pressing him for the full story. However he was stubborn, offering you a glare every time you inquired about it. After a while you gave up, and were occupied by other things, such as how fucking complicated cars were.

That afternoon, after his "tour", Kenma had dragged you along with him to fix all his cars for the day. As he was laying under cars, or bent over an engine, he would hold his hand out and you would scramble to grab whatever tool he needed this time, all while explaining what he was doing. You didn't understand how he was doing all of this at once, but you didn't really have that much time to ponder it, before he made another ridiculous request. The two of you had worked for hours, as he had started late that day. And even though he described to you in detail what he was doing, all the information went in one ear and out the other. And every day has been the same, waking up to Kenma's face above you glaring daggers into your head while he shakes you, then quickly getting dressed in some of your clothes that you had brought in from your car. After that you would scarf down a quick breakfast. Usually it was some convenience store onigiri or sushi that Kenma brought you. Then the two of you would get to work. After a couple days, you had met most of the mechanics and racers for the Nekoma shop. There was Kenma of course, then Kuroo and his girlfriend Leia who you had just met yesterday, as well as a short man named Yaku (who seemed like a major sadist), and many more but their names had already been forgotten.

Today, at around 8 pm, Kenma finally slid out from under the car he was working on at the time and stood up. It had been a long day of him demanding tools from you and you not learning anything. Motioning for you to follow him, the two of you walked to the small kitchenette down one of the hallways. Stopping in front of the pantry, he pulls out two packages of ramen and gets water to boil. He was wearing that same jumpsuit you had first seen on him, but it was fully on, with a black wife beater tank top peeking through where he had unzipped it partly. He had his hair up in the same way as last night, with strands poking out.

God, he is so fucking hot, you thought as you watched him pull out bowls and chopsticks. You went over to the fridge to grab something to drink, and pulled out some canned boba.

After about 9 minutes of awkward silence, save for the sound of the stove heating the water up, you two walked up to the bedroom you were living in, and sat on the bed. After focusing on not spilling your ramen for the five minutes you spent eating it, you set your bowl and chopsticks down to grab your taro tea. Popping the can's lid open, you take a sip and almost choke.

"What?" He asked, a small smirk on his lips.

"This fucking tea has shriveled boba in it!" You exclaim.

"Oh yeah sorry, we get really shitty tea because it's the only boba from the vending machine outside." Kenma says apologetically.

"Hmph. I'm going to walk to a convenience store after this to get some actual tea if this is all you have." You mutter into your chest.