PLAY FOR ME ★ [KOZUME KENMA X READER]

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓽𝔂-𝓯𝓲𝓿𝓮 ❧ 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓶𝓪'𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽

I'm still waiting, my love 

[THIRD POV]

"I'm so glad you're okay..."

Kenma lightly hugged Yamamoto, his eyes watering as the sight of his good friend was more than just a blessing. 

Yamamoto had crutches, he also had a bandage over one of his eyes. He had burnt marks all over his body, or what had seemed visible at least. He had been rescued from the fire, thankfully, and he was treated. His bullet wounds were minor, but his burnt wounds were more severe.

"I'm glad you are too," Yamamoto softly smiled, "But... how is (Y/N)?"

Kenma's relief had soon turned into worry again; as he let go of Yamamoto, helping him sit down, a heavy sigh was heaved out of him as he sat next to him.

"The doctors won't tell me anything yet," Kenma said, "They won't even let me near the area she's in right now..."

"I have no idea what they are doing to her..."

"Is she going to be okay at least?!"

Kenma... Kenma neither shook nor nodded his head.

"No one will tell me."

Everyone in that waiting room could tell why they won't tell Kenma; for if (Y/N) had died, the devastating news would cause Kenma to be hostile and demand for answers on why she couldn't be saved.

So it wouldn't be surprising to them if the news broke out suddenly and she was dead.

"I am sure she will be fine, she is strong enough on her own after all," in attempt to rub Kenma's back to comfort him, he noticed Kenma was clutching something, "What's that?"

"A letter from Kuro," Kenma answered, "I assume it had been written when he was alive at least."

"Where did you get it?!"

"Tsukishima, Akaashi, and Bokuto all told me that it had been kept by Terushima; how that fucking bitch had it is beyond me."

"Moreover, if Kuro had written it when he was alive, then surely this thing is maybe a year old already."

"Fucking hell," Yamamoto swore, "When will you read it?"

"I want to, right now," Kenma said, having his thumb caress the rather soft paper material, "But I feel that... if there is something heartbreaking inside of it, I will not be able to control myself."