𝐦𝐢𝐝-𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲 - 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘬.

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𝐹𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝒸𝑒
ᵀʰᵉ ᴬᶜᵉˢ
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.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

11:28 AM.

the perfect time to text him.

"morning kenma! it's [first name]"
your text read.

sent.

and you waited.

and waited.

and waited.

eventually, you gave up on waiting at 12.
some people just aren't good texters.
that could be the case.

just as you sat up
to make yourself something to drink,
your phone vibrated.

"srry. was at practice"

so it was your fault.

"oh, it's fine :)"
you texted back.
"are you busy?"

"not anymore"

his text sounded exactly like
how he talked in person.
quiet, bored, indifferent.

"well wanna do something then?"
you asked.

if he said yes, you had no clue what you two would do together.

you just really wanted to see him.

"alr"

"alr" was the most basic answer
he could've given you,
but it filled you with joy.

kenma agreed to hang out with you.

wait.

could you consider this a date?

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。