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It was silent for a few minutes, both of them buried in their own thoughts, as Kuroo went back downstairs.
A loud sigh left Kenmas lips, his gaze leaving the girls form and going back to the screen. He didn't expect Kuroo to move this fast, although he should've known better. Kuroo does whatever he wants if the opportunity arises.
He took another quick glance at Sakamoto, laying so peaceful on his bed. She was so beautiful in his eyes, without even trying and he had to hold himself back from getting into the bed with her. Cuddling against her warm body and feeling her chest rise and fall against him with every breath. Ever since she traced his tattoo with her finger earlier that night, he craved the feeling of her skin against his and he didn't understand why.
As if she sensed his stare, her eyes opened a fraction and she mumbled some incoherent words. Kenma wasn't sure if she was talking to him or if it was just a side effect of the drug. He paused his game nonetheless and turned towards her, making it clear that she had his attention.
"Ken...Kenma..."
The boy smiled as his name left her lips. He couldn't take his eyes off of them, he was fascinated by the beautiful way they moved to form his name.
"That's my name. And yours is Sakamoto, right?" Kenma wasn't sure if she was even able to have a conversation at this point but he tried anyways. Something in him wanted to hear the meodic sound of her voice now more then ever.
"Yumiko.." The name left her lips with a breathy tone.
"Yumiko." Kenma mumbled to himself, the feel of her name foreign but not unpleasant on his tongue.
Yumikos thoughts were still all over the place. Her senses felt heightened and clouded at the same time. She could feel the covers of Kenmas bed so vividly against her skin, it practically made it itch and begged her to take them off. Her eye sight on the other hand was worse then ever. She was only able to focus on one thing at a time, the rest seemingly blurry. So she kept her eyes on the only other person in the room, Kenma.
She registered his every move, even through half lidded eyes. The way his eyebrows rose when she mumbled something, the small smile when she said his name. All that didn't go unnoticed by her. She felt weirdly enough safe in his presence. But all that wasn't enough to keep her distracted from the pain and weird sensation on her skin. She tried to speak but her tongue felt heavy in her mouth. She whined and tried to move but her limbs wouldn't listen.
Kenma snapped out of it at the sound. His back straightened, alarmed and worried that Kuroo might have given her too high of a dose. Or maybe even too little.. She whined again, this time a little bit louder. Her hand twitched in an attempt to move, but Kenma was rooted to his seat. He didn't know what to do.
Should I go and get Kuroo? It's his fault that she's in pain right now...
"Fuck it." Kenma put his controller down and walked towards his door, but his steps halted once a whimper reached his ear.
