Not my Angel

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"Come on Y/n, it'll be good for you and your channel." she attempted to persuade you; but it was too late. You'd already made up your mind.

What good was to come from something like this anyway?

The girl that your manager was trying to set you up with clearly has nothing in common with you. Hell, the last time you picked up your PS4 was when? Months ago probably. This collab made no sense. Then again..

Your manager, Jessie, wouldn't have suggested it if she didn't see some sort of value in it. With an annoyed sigh, you pulled out your laptop, opening a tab and quickly searching the girl's user name.

LemonVines... not the weirdest name in the book.

Clicking on her most recent stream, you sat, investigating what about her was so special. She was pretty, your type even. Cute, funny and intriguing. Her hair was cute short, brown curly strands covering her eyes so she had to push them back every so often. An excited smile everytime she did so as she focused on yelling at whoever she was playing with.

"She's an Aquarius you know, and your horoscope said bright days are ahead with all the water signs."

You smiled at that. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as you thought.

°✧°

Kenma was so done with her.

Well spoiler alert, YOU WEREN'T A HORRIBLE PERSON!!

It was early Monday morning when you had showed up for your collab and unsurprisingly, he had planned to lock himself in his bedroom. Vouching to work on his island in animal crossing for the entire day rather than have to interact with you, however, his stomach disagreed with him.

At around two in the afternoon, his stomach growled and his brain could only formulate one coherent thought.

Apple Pie.

As desperately as he'd longed to ignore it's call, he found himself stealthily sneaking down the hallway of his own house to get to his fridge. Getting down the stairs and through the halls were no problem until he got to the living room. He knew you were there. He could practically feel the way your angelic laughter filled the corridor he was in.

"Okay okay, funny, but this exercise is important," you insisted, desperately trying to hold back your own laughter. Kenma froze, back along the corridor as he silently listened. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to hear you sing in person. Surly you wouldn't sound as good as you did on camera.

He heard you faintly take a deep breath before you started to roll your lips. Lindsey joined you.The funny' brrrrrr' sound made him clasp his hand against his mouth so he wouldn't be heard.

Knowing you were both occupied, he slowly crept towards the kitchen, carefully opening the fridge to retrieve his store bought apple pie before booking it back to his room.

That was a close one. Though, it seemed he'd have to wait longer to determine the authenticity of your voice.

Meanwhile you were actually having a good time. Lindsey and her online persona were so similar yet different at the same time. Still energetic and friendly yet she seemed much more laid back and was so easily flustered you couldn't help but smile.

Also, she had an extremely rotten tongue, curses spewing so naturally for her tongue it could send someone's parents senile. Though you suppose she had never marketed herself as child friendly.

"You need to stop," you cried between deep inhales, laughter spewing from every movement, "we'll never be ready for tonight if you don-" Sadly, you didn't get to finish as she made another funny noise, rolling her lips but this time accidentally sticking out her tongue.

The laughing honestly needed to stop or else you'd have wasted an entire day laughing.

Nonetheless you both continued making funny lip noises until something caught your eye. The body moved so quickly that you'd only managed to catch a glance of the dark hoodie and flashing blonde tips before they disappeared behind a cream wall.

You glanced at Lindsey watching as she wiped a small drop of droll from the corner of her lips, evidence of the time they'd just spent together.

You took the inside of your mouth between your teeth, probably an unsightly image, but it was a curious reflex. Lindsey had never mentioned a boyfriend...

Was she taken?

"Earth to Y/n?" She joked once more, comedically waving a hand in front of your eyes. You smiled, and before you could stop yourself blurted out a question that probably wasn't your business.

"Who was that? Your boyfriend?" You asked, the curiosity of her answer gnawing at your insides like a typical horror demon against your window.

Lindsey's expression had changed to one of confusion, before the realization came to her. She had been so caught up in your beauty, it had somehow slipped her mind that Kenma was home. Originally, she had expected Kenma to go over to Kuroo's for the time being until Y/n had left, but he must've slept in late and missed his ride with Bokuto.

"Ohhh that's Kenma. He's my roommate, I didn't expect he'd be here though." She told her, a small smile as she turned to grab the guitar behind her.

"Hmmm, so you thought we were alone huh?" The question was so innocent,at least, maybe to an infant; yet the way you had so casually slipped the statement into the conversation had her cheeks on fire.

She cleared her throat, trying not to stumble as she fixed the guitar on her lap. It was pretty old and awfully out of tune. Plus she had never learned to play it so her positioning was probably dreadful.

Y/n only chuckled. Watching the brown haired girl struggle to get comfortable before settling on a position that seemed least awkward. With ease, she reached over and adjusted both her fingers and the way the guitar sat on her lap.

Then with pure eyes she glanced up at the pitifully red girl before tilting her head towards the girl's chest. A slight bit of satisfaction at the way she had so obediently nodded. In one quick motion she leaned even further in and lifted the girl's boob to place it atop the dip of the guitar.

(Don't know if a lot of you play guitar, but that is by far my favorite way to hold it.)

Lindsey had no words after that. All she knew was that her forehead was certainly not the only place dripping.