𝐦𝐢𝐝-𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲 - 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘬.

four

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𝐵𝓊𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒸𝓊𝓅
ᴶᵃᶜᵏ ˢᵗᵃᵘᵇᵉʳ
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.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

life is good.

of course, sometimes it's not,
but right now, it's good.

simple thoughts are good,
and today all you've been thinking
were simple thoughts.

yet still, most of those simple thoughts revolved around one thing.

kenma.

you wondered if he thought about you too.

it'd been three days.

did he still think of you after three days?

did he think of you at all?

you wondered as you dug into the mini pie you'd bought.

like everything else in the bakery,
it was amazing.

it was a bit depressing,
to think that
you may not have crossed his mind
once you left.

now you were moping
while you stuffed more pie into your mouth.

the bell over the door rang.

you rested your head in your hands,
eyes closed as you chewed.

"um, [first name]?"

lazily, you opened your eyes.

ah, two-toned hair.

you almost jumped when you noticed
it was him.

hastily, your hand covered your mouth,
the other groping around for a napkin.

"eh, hello kenma,"
you responded nervously
as you wiped the crumbs off of your face.

"uh, do you mind if i-"

he pointed to the seat across from you.

"no! i-i don't mind. at all."

he sat, his eyes drifting across everything
in the room.

"this is a coincidence," you said,
awkwardly picking at your food.

he hummed.

you didn't want to eat in front of him.

"so, what do you do?" you asked.
"when you're not at the arcade?"

"i usually have volleyball practice
or i'm at home."

you didn't exactly pin him to be
the athletic type.

"you still have practice
during summer break?"

he nodded, a sad expression on his face.

"it's worse because it's hotter now,"
he said.

he didn't talk about the sport like he wanted to be doing it.

then again, running around for hours in the summer heat must be tough.

you were absentmindedly eating your pie, your hand covering your mouth.

"i'm not really into sports. is it any fun?"

"i don't mind it," he mumbled.

yeah, volleyball definitely wasn't
his passion.

"isn't the whole point of playing sports to have fun?"

"i do it because my friend does it.
and he's hopeless."

"well, what do you do
when you're not at practice?"

"i don't have many hobbies.
i just like video games."

"me neither," you mumbled.

you weren't exactly one for
trying new things.

you just stuck to what you knew.

and that was very few things.

but more importantly,
your pie was finished.

"welp," you said, stretching.
"i'm sure something will come along."

after disposing of your trash,
you sat back down, staring out the window.

"were you going to get anything?"
you asked.

"uh, i'm not hungry."

if he wasn't hungry...
did he come in here just to talk to you?

"oh, alright," you replied,
your face heating up.

did he really just come to see you?

for no particular reason,
he came to see you.

cute.

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。