Finding our way back- Kenma X reader

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       After that night, that you ended up spending the entirety of with Kenma, things settled down, coming to a natural pace. Walking to school with Kenma in the mornings, eating lunch together with Kuroo, and waiting for your boyfriend in his room until he got home from volleyball practice. 

     As much as you enjoyed your day-to-day practices, the best times were when you got to go out on dates. Whole new sides of Kenma were revealed when the two of you got alone time. You got to see his funnier side when you went out on dinner dates, and watch him geek out at movies on facts about the different ways movies were filmed and produced. He was surprisingly knowledgeable on the subject and you quite enjoyed listening to him drone on about it on the car rides home form cinemas. 

      Everything would have been perfect, if it wasn't for the subtle changes in Kenma's behaviour that you couldn't help but pick up.  As much as you wanted to believe you were making the whole thing up, a self sabotage of sorts, you couldn't deny the signs anymore. 

     The eye bags under his eyes were getting increasingly darker and he seemed sluggish,  more so than usual. Of course, normally the problem would have to do with games but Kenma was hardly ever online anymore. Also when report cards came in, Kenma's grades were almost the same as yours, sometimes even higher. You were happy he was doing well but wondered how much he had given up to get those marks. 

      Another time you had been talking about an upcoming volleyball game of his and how excited you were to support him there. The following week, he came home late from every practice exhausted.  Kuroo had even confirmed your suspicions, telling you about how hard Kenma was pushing himself in practice, and although he seemed to be on the verge of collapse everyday he never neglected to show you affection. You would have pointed it out, but whenever you tired to bring it up, you were alone. Alone meant he was smiling the way he did only for you, so how could you ruin that? 

      It was a Friday afternoon, which meant an extra long wait in Kenma's room for him to get home form practice. School got out early so you were home at 1:30 while Kenma wasn't back until 4. It had been 3 hours already, just 30 minutes to go. Luckily you had your phone so passing the time with social media was no problem. 

     Time flies by and next thing you know the squeak of the front door is heard from down stairs and you shoot up off the bed into a running stance, prepared to pounce. Everyday you greeted Kenma by jumping at him and latching on tight. You must say your coordination was perfect, you had never once been dropped.  Moments later the door in front of you swings open and you set off in direction of the person behind it. You make eye contact and jump, eyes closed and waiting for arms to encircle you and a kiss to be planted on your cheek. But it doesn't come. Instead, dread sets into your stomach and your eyes shoot open. You had collided with Kenma but he hadn't caught you. Both of you were falling to the floor. It must have only taken a few seconds for the whole incident to unfold but to you it was in slow motion. Slow enough for you to put out your arms out in an attempt to protect Kenma's head. You hold him close while you both continue to fall, something hard strikes your head and the world goes black, all your worries leaving with your vision.  

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    Your eyes slowly flutter open and your senses alert you that your not in a familiar place. It smell like antiseptic and chemicals. 

    "Good morning sleepy head." A soft voice says. You can tell it's your mom from her soft voice and the hand stroking your head.

"Mhmm." You groan, realising the throbbing pain erupting all over your body.

You try to sit up but are quickly pushed back down. 

"Not yet, you have a pretty bad concussion so just stay put, kay?"

    Not having the strength to protest you simply accept it and close your eyes in a futile attempt to nullify the pain. The action has a side affect however, the memories of what landed you here come flooding back and pain is replaced with concern.

"Kenma! Is he okay?" You ask frantically, disregarding the no sitting up rule. 

"He's fine, now." Your mom hesitates, unsure how much to tell you but ultimately decides to tell you everything. "He collapsed."

"Collapsed, collapsed how? Why?" Your in a panic scared for Kenma. What if he's sick, or hurt. 

    "Don't worry, he's fine, you saved him from the worst of the fall with your arm." She gestures to your right hand, casted and in a sling. "He just hasn't been sleeping or eating properly." 

   You let out a sigh. Half relived, half furious. On the plus side, Kenma wasn't hurt but on the other hand you had allowed Kenma to get to a dangerous point, again. This had happened twice before and was part of why you were so careful with his health. But you had allowed your happiness to get in the way of Kenma's health. You needed to see Kenma and apologise. 

    You swing your legs over the side of the bed and dash down the hall. Your mom yells at you to come back but you don't listen. You ask the lady at the front desk for the room number and head down the hall. 

     The room number comes into view and you push open the door to find Kenma staring at the entryway, most likely shocked from the sudden sound. When he sees you he looks at the opposite wall, avoiding your gaze. He looks fine, no bandages, just an IV drip. Probably the same medicine they gave him last time.

    You slowly walk up to the bed not wanting to force anything on him in while he's so vulnerable. "Kenma..."

    "I'm sorry." He cuts you off mid-sentence. "All I wanted was to do better for you, but I just fucked everything up." 

    "Don't, it's not your fault. I knew there was something wrong and I chose to ignore it, this is my fault." 

    Once you have finished talking Kenma finally turns to face you. Taking it as an invitation you sit down on the bed. The sudden movement makes your head feel fuzzy and you nearly pass out, swaying  violently. 

   "Hey!" There's a yell from beside you and your pulled into a tight and secure hug. "Are you okay?"

     "Yah, I think the pain meds are wearing off." You look up to face Kenma, he doesn't seem to know what your talking about so you elaborate. "I got a little concussion." 

    "Sorry." Kenma repeats his statement from earlier. Your tired and in pain so you shake your head before letting exhaustion take you.