final boss | kenma kozume

a cosplayer?

"Be quiet," Kenma scolded before pressing his hand against her lips.

The woman in traditional clothing was struck by his words and his sudden touch.

"Alright. Just come out and let's eat dinner," his mother raised her voice, loud enough for them to hear.

The two could hear the sounds of her footsteps fade as she walked away. With silence filling the room, Kenma gazed into her eyes before shortly noticing the awkward position she placed herself in. She was still on top and his hand was still touching her lips.

Quickly, he flinched his hand away from her, but she still refused to let go of him. She still pinned him down.

"Let go of me," Kenma spoke. However, it only made her more aggressive, even grabbing a dagger from her pocket. With a blink of an eye, she pointed it against his neck.

"Who are you?" she asked, with a hint of cautiousness.

"I'd like to ask the same thing."

"Human. How do you not know me?" she answered him back with a question. "You'll be the first to not kno-"

"How did you get here?" he cut her off.

Now that question made her silent, even making her slightly loosen her grip on the dagger.

"How did you get here?" he reiterated. "And why are you in... Why are you in those clothes?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Even the strangest travelers don't wear clothes like yours," she answered, making him raise a brow. Kenma's eyes surveyed her clothes, then glanced on his own.

"Just answer me. How did you get in here?"

"Something's wrong with Moon Tower. I had to flee," she answered, though quite vague.

"Moon Tower?" he mumbled.

"Don't tell me you don't know that. I'll kill you if you lie to me," she spoke. Her words sounded like meaningless threats but her sharp expression showed otherwise.

"Moon Tower? Grunt? The tower guardian?" he mumbled but it was still all audible.

"So you do know me."

"She's a cosplayer?" Kenma thought to himself, making him feel at ease.

"Just let go of me already," he whined and clicked his tongue. His hands take hold of her arms to free himself but it was a futile attempt.

"Do you think this dagger is a mere prop?" She placed the blade even nearer, letting him feel the cold touch of the metal. Now he knew it was real.

"Kozume?" His mother raised her voice again.

"Can you just let me go for a sec?" Kenma hissed in panic. "You don't want to see my mom angry."

The girl clicked her tongue but let him go anyways. "You still haven't told me anything," she complained.

"We'll," he sighed, "We'll talk later."

He stood up from the bed and hurried towards the door. "Whatever you do, don't ever leave this room," Kenma warned.

"And why should I obey you? I've never obe-" she said but he cut her off by throwing something at her.

"Put these on. We'll talk. Just not now," he said before getting out and slamming the door close.

"Where did she even come from and, and, why?" he asked himself.

"Finally, the food's getting cold," his father spoke. He was already seated in the dining room.

Meanwhile, in awe and shocked with Kenma's stubbornness, she sat on the bed and stared at the clothes. It was a white tee and sweatpants, both completely alien to her.

"What makes him think I'll obey a human like him?" she scoffed. "And what even are these?"

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The dining table was full of his favorite dishes, apple pie included. However, these weren't enough for him to get his mind off the strange lady armed with a blade. Even his parents knew something was wrong.

"Kenma?"

"Kenma?"

"Kenma, your mother's calling you."

"Huh?" he snapped back to reality and put his head up, looking at his father then to his mother.

"What's wrong? Did something happen in school today?" his mother asked, her voice hinting some worry.

"Oh. Nothing," he mumbled, shaking his head for a bit.

"Are you sure?" his father had to make sure.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Hey, how long are you going to take?" an unfamiliar voice reached the dining room.

"Wh- Who?" his mother said.

"Who was that?" followed by his father.

"Shit," Kenma swore softly.

His parents looked left and right, wondering and of course, worrying about whose voice it was and who came inside their house.

Not so long after, the voice was then followed by the sound of footsteps nearing them. And with that, the owner of the voice presented herself right in front of them.

Her presence made his mother stand up on impulse and fear. "Who- Who are you?"

"Didn't I tell you not to come out?" Kenma scolded yet he kept his voice low enough for them not to hear. He could not find the words to explain this. There were no words that cod possibly explain this.

"Ken... Kenma, do you know her?" his father asked and nodded his head towards the lady.

Kenma looked at her and noticed that she had changed to the clothes he gave her.

"Those are Kenma's clothes," his mother whispered to his father.

"What? Really? You mean?" his father whispered his reply.

"Kenma... Kenma brought home a girl?"