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Part 3 (Kenma's POV)

"I like you, Kenma. I’ve liked you for a while now."

The words landed in my ears like the sweetest melody I’d ever heard. My heart skipped, then stumbled into a frantic rhythm. My face burned, my hands trembled, and all I could do was stand there, staring at him in stunned silence.

His smile faltered. "Did you hear what I said?" There was a flicker of worry in his voice. I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "And?" he pressed gently.

I blinked, as if it would somehow steady my thoughts, then gathered every ounce of courage I had. "Why me?"

Kuroo looked at me for a long moment, then laughed softly. My frown deepened, what could possibly be funny about this?

"Yeah," he said with a wry smile, "I’ve been asking myself the same thing. Why you?" His voice shifted, becoming softer, more sincere. "But… it just happened that it’s you."

I lowered my gaze, the words catching in my chest. "I’m just… a nobody."

To me, it sounded like the only truth. No matter how many times I turned it over in my head, it didn’t make sense that someone like Kuroo could look at me that way.

"Not to me," he said, tilting my chin upward so our eyes met. "Do you have any idea how nervous I was, waiting for you to show up? I thought my heart was going to explode every single minute. If you were just a nobody, Kenma… I wouldn’t feel that way about you."

I froze. Damn. He got me there. The warmth in his voice was enough to melt the last bit of doubt I had. And honestly? Finding out the famous Kuroo was the man behind all those notes… it made me ridiculously happy.

"Be with me, Kenma." That was the moment everything shifted. From then on, I knew my life had changed forever.

Kuroo and I have been secretly dating for months now. Yes, secretly. My idea, not his. I didn’t exactly feel like getting hunted down by his legion of fangirls.

I was sitting in class, actually paying attention for once, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Glancing toward the back, I caught him giving me that toothy grin of his. Suspicious.

I unlocked my phone.

Kuroo: Hey babe! Let’s date after class.
Me: Again?
Kuroo: Yeah, Kenma. That’s what lovers do. Also, I missed you.
Me: Fine.
Kuroo: I’ll wait at our meeting place.
Me: Okay.

The “meeting place” he was talking about was the back gate—an old, creaky one no one really used since the entire student body funneled out through the front. That was exactly why we liked it.

When class ended, Kuroo and his team left first. I stayed behind, killing twenty minutes before slipping out. That’s been our routine from day one—part strategy, part thrill.

I walked lazily toward the back gate, pretending my heart wasn’t already racing. Even after three months of being together, I still got butterflies every time I saw him.

The moment I stepped into view, his arms were around me. The familiar warmth of his hug made my lips curve into a smile before I could stop it. I hugged him back, quietly happy.

"Let’s go?" he asked, voice light. I just nodded. His fingers slid between mine, locking us together, and heat immediately rushed to my cheeks.

We spent the rest of the afternoon at the amusement park—screaming on roller coasters, competing in shooting games, laughing until our sides hurt. With him, even the waiting in line felt like fun.

By the time we walked back to my place, the sky was melting into shades of orange and pink.

"Thank you, Kuroo," I said when we reached my front door, my voice lighter than I intended.

"Anything for you," he murmured, his eyes fixed on me. That stare made my pulse stutter; it was like he could read every thought I tried to hide.

He cupped my face, and before I could react, his lips were on mine. For a heartbeat, I froze—then my eyes slipped shut, and I kissed him back. His lips were warm, certain, and everything else in the world faded away.

He deepened the kiss, and I returned the same passion he was giving me. My heart was racing, and I couldn’t stop the soft sound that escaped my lips.

"Be with me tonight, Kenma." I knew exactly what he meant, and because I loved him, I nodded.

He kissed me again—this time, his touch carried both tenderness and a fierce longing. In one smooth motion, he lifted me into his arms, and I instinctively wrapped mine around his neck.

Everything happened so fast. He laid me down on my bed, his lips never leaving mine. My chest tightened when his warm hand brushed against my side, sending shivers through me.

He pulled back just enough to meet my eyes, his gaze burning into me. "You have no idea what you do to me."

I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears. His lips found my neck, trailing down slowly, and the world outside seemed to disappear. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close, not wanting the moment to end.

The space between us dissolved as we let ourselves fall into the warmth and closeness we had both been yearning for. Every touch, every glance, spoke what words couldn’t—that this was where we belonged.

That night, nothing else mattered.

I came back to reality when a tear slipped down my cheek. Blinking it away, I shook my head, trying to push back the memories I’d been drowning in.

I stood in front of my locker, staring at the stack of notes clutched in my hands. My fingers traced the familiar handwriting, the little doodles on the corners, the words that once made my heart race. I still couldn’t bring myself to throw them away. These were the last pieces of him I had, the fragile threads that still connected me to what we once were.

When I finally gathered my things and shut the locker door, the metallic clang echoed louder than it should have. It felt final… even though nothing in my heart was.

Kuroo and I broke up. His last words cut through me like slow, twisting blades, each one sinking deeper than the last. I can still remember that moment, the exact second a part of me died inside.

"I accidentally fell in love with someone else."

The End.