Kenma had been crushing on Y/n even since he came to the school. She was a third year and Kuroo's girlfriend, well that was before Kenma killed him.
All he wanted was Y/n
All to himself
Was that too much to ask?
Y/n pov:
I walked into school, eyes red and puffy from my crying that morning. My tie wasn't straight, my skirt was super short and my hair was a mess. I walked past a crowd of boys staring at my ass and went to my class.
''Is she okay?''
''She's never like this..''
''Kuroo's death did something to her,''
I heard the chatter
I got through to the end of the day and I went to a small shop that selled flavoured milk, pocky, mochi and more nice stuff that would remind me of Kuroo. I walked over to the pocky section and looked at the wall of pocky in front of me. I picked up my favourite flavour and went to the fridge where the flavoured milks were.
Strawberry?
Chocolate?
Matcha?
Banana?
I stood there, not knowing which one to pick.
Then I felt a soft hand pull onto mine and pull me out of the shop.
The person was wearing a black hoodie and black joggers. I couldn't tell who it was.
They were short though
And then I saw blond streaks of hair come out from the hoodie.
Kenma.
I tried to tug my hand away but it was no use.
He pulled me into the van whilst silenting my yells by tying a cloth around my mouth. All you heard were muffled screamings and sniffles. He did something to make me go unconscious for a few minutes, then I woke up in his basement.
Kenma was sitting right in front of me, wearing black trousers and a white shirt with a tie (what ranboo wears basically without the mask and glasses).
I looked around and saw the corpses of my past boyfriends.
Kuroo
Daichi
Tendou
Yaku
Kenma had killed all of them.
''L-let me go Kenma,'' I pleaded him. He chuckled and messed with his hair. ''No Y/n, I rather have you here, watching you'' He replied. He turned back to pick a knife. ''What's your favourite colour Y/n?'' He asked, politely. ''It's F/c, now please let me go'' I told him. He slipped on a black glove and picked up the F/c knife. ''Shh Y/n'' He whispered, holding the knife up to my lips.
He turned around to sharpen it. Then I ran out of his basement and out of the house.
I heard Kenma shout, so I ran. I to my house and slept.
I wanted to forget everything.
I looked on the security cameras and saw Kenma outside of my house, still holding a knife.
I didn't know what he was thinking.
Kenma pov:
I just wanted her
To myself
She got away
But next time
She won't be able to leave..
The end.
is it just me or does Kenma look really good in this story like in my head
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