Help?

𝐀m I a monster

"Wake the fuck up," y/n yelled as Kenma woke up.

"No leave me alone," he said pulling the covers over his head.

"We'll it's too quiet around here, go run a lap or something," y/n said yanking the blanket off of him.

"We'll I'm sorry you grew up in a loud abusive house, but here we prefer peace AND quiet," he snapped.

"Maybe I'd know that if you had helped me!"

It has only been a week of y/n staying at Kenma's, but they were already at each other's throats.

Kenma didn't fully respect y/n, because at the end of the day, they're the same age.

Y/n was using this opportunity to get back at Kenma for all the pain they've went through.

Though to Kenma, this should've been a sign that y/n needed someone to talk to, he was blinded by rage and annoyance.

A few days later y/n walks into the house and looks into the fridge.

"WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?"Kenma yells running down the stairs.

"Aw, does little Ken-Ken finally care ?" Y/n mocks pulling a soda from the fridge and drinking it.

"I care because I had NOTHING to eat!" He exclaims.

"Well cook something, I'm not your maid,"

"But I don't know how. For someone with strict parents, you would've thought they'd teach themselves to cook," Kenma exclaims.

"There are YouTube tutorials. And don't loving families cook altogether in the kitchen like in the movies?"

"Great, your parents made you delirious too," he says rolling his eyes.

"Is bringing up my abusive household the only thing you have against me?" Y/n asks turning to look at him.

"No!"

"Good, hit me with something. Other than my family,"

"This is why you have no friends!"

"I chose to not have friends," y/n explained. Which was true. Not having friends would give them less heartache. And also, they were quite anti-social.

"That's what lonely people say," Kenma mocked, rolling his eyes.

Walking to the couch y/n sat down, legs crossed. "What's so wrong with being lonely? You notice the small things that overlooked by bigger things,"

"Alright then, loner, explain," the boy said joining the other on the couch.

" I noticed that in volleyball, you tend to trick others with your eyes. Hesitate to block a ball, for the fear you might get hurt. Always seem to have a team meeting before beating the opponent. And you don't move a round a lot."

"Ok anyone could tell you that,"

"Then how many people have told you then?" They got him there. When people looked at Nekoma. They mostly noticed the receives and the spikes. They always notice the flashy stuff.