𝐦𝐢𝐝-𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲 - 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘬.

five

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𝑔𝒻 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓊𝓉
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.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

operation: GKN is commencing.

GKN stands for "get kenma's number".

you hadn't a clue as to how to go about it.

so, why not think about it over some cake?

you considered most of the possibilities.

he could say yes,
but for that to happen
it needs to go perfectly.

how do you work something like that
into a conversation?

lost in thought you almost didn't notice
the familiar head of two-toned hair
crossing the street.

almost reflexively, you stood up.

trashing your things and slipping outside,
you sprinted down the sidewalk
as if he'd disappear if you took too long.

"kenma!" you called out to him.
you panted as you stopped in front of him.

why did you do this again?
you were supposed to think of a plan.

"um, hi," he said slowly.

"hi," you mumbled,
still catching your breath.

"can," your voice trailed off.
"can i have your number?"

he paused, still a bit shocked.

he's going to say no, isn't he?

"alright," he said, hesitantly.

wait,
so you didn't need a plan?

whatever.
you needed an excuse to come
back to the bakery.

his cheeks turned pink as he answered.
how can someone be this adorable?

a proud smile formed on your face.
mission accomplished.

"i can't stay today, but i'll text you!"
you said, determined.

you were a bit too serious about this.
mission's over already.

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