Killer Love [Kenma Kozume x Reader]✔️

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Kenma's eyes widen as you begin to squeeze his wrist, your e/c eyes looking into his. A sly smirk appears on your face. "It looks like someone couldn't keep their hands to themselves..."

Kenma's hand starts shaking and you grab the knife from his hand, not losing your grip on his wrist. "Anything to say for yourself Kenma~?" you ask, raising an eyebrow as you slide the knife away. "I didn't really think you would attempt something so stupid."

"L-let go of my wrist," he says nervously, unable to pull it from your grip.

You giggle and pull him down into your lap, his back against your chest. Your lips are next to his ear, barely brushing it with each word as you say, "I could kill you right here, right now... I could go after everyone close to you and make sure they suffer. I want you to give me one good reason why I shouldn't. Just one."

His whole body shakes as he tries to leave your grip, only to fail. "Come on Kenma, I want an answer," you coo.

Kenma finds himself unable to answer. Being unable to move at his own free will building up a large amount of anxiety within him. "C-can't." He begins heavily breathing, his entire body shaking and tears slowly beginning to creep from his eyes. "A-anxiety at-attack," he stammers, trying to breathe, a large pain in his chest.

"Shit-"

You've never had to deal with someone having an anxiety or panic attack, nor have you ever cared about when they have one. But, at this moment, you can feel the blood rush from your face as he begins to struggle with breathing, the tears rushing from his eyes without the ability to stop them. "Just breathe Kenma- Calm down," you say.

You harshly scratch the back of your neck as you think, moving him off of you. You make him turn and look into your eyes. "I need you to breathe. Just breathe. I wasn't going to do anything to you, okay? Breathe air in and back okay?"

The fact that he's even having this issue right now troubles you. Caring about people dealing with such things is not something you deal with. It's not even something you know how to deal with in any way.

You find Kenma's company decent, ignoring the fact that he had tried to kill you of course. It's not everyday that someone has the balls to try that sort of thing. At this point, you do begin to wonder how someone with so much anxiety became a cop. There's so many other things he could be doing with his smarts and skills rather than trying to do things that one needs to be more physical for.

You take your own deep breath and lean your forehead against his. "Kenma, work on slowing your breathing down."

"C-can't."

"Breathe in," you tell him, making him look at you. Kenma takes a shaky breath in, his body still shaking. "Okay, now breathe out." He doesn't hesitate to let the breath back out, just trying to control his breathing and calm down.

You make him repeat that same thing until he calms down, eventually scooting your body away from his. "Are you okay now?" you ask, looking over at him as you lean against the wall.

"Am I still in the hands of a kidnapper?" he snaps, his eyes angry as he looks at the ground.

You roll your eyes with a yawn. "Of course. Don't ask such stupid questions Kenma."

"Then no Y/n, I am not okay."

You raise a brow and tilt your head. "I thought I'd ask but if you're going to be an ass about it, that's on you," you tell him, your expression and tone of voice neither serious nor happy.