𝐦𝐢𝐝-𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐲 - 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢 𝘬.

seven

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𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝑀𝒾𝓃𝑒
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.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

what to do?

it can't be too romantic.

that'd be offputting.

maybe...

a picnic!

in the park too.

not too secluded but isolated enough
that you'd get to spend your
time together alone.

the convenience of your plans
only made you more ecstatic.

a cold slice of apple pie sat in the fridge.

"mom?"

"how long would it take you
to make another one of those pies?"

what else do you eat at picnics?

sandwiches, fruit,
cheese and crackers, cookies, the works.

after a short shopping trip,
you came home to a steaming
apple pie on the kitchen table.

soon enough, everything was packed
into a picnic basket and you'd set off.

"kenma!!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o"
you texted,
not bothering to hide your excitement.

"hey"
he replied.

"meet me here :D"
you shared your location.

"mk"

no questions asked, he was on his way.

so you sat patiently in the park,
letting music play as you waited.

"hey."

kenma stood behind you,
his cheeks a bit red.

"sit," you said,
patting the other side
of the blanket you sat on.

your smile only grew as he joined you.

his face seemed different.
he didn't look tired,
or annoyed, or uninterested.

he looked like he was
really looking forward to this.

"it's so nice out today,
so i thought we could have a picnic,"
you explained.

he sat down next to you.

you dug into the picnic basket,
taking out all of the food you prepared.

kenma looked off at the ground,
his cheeks progressively getting darker.

"what?" you asked,
a slight smile on your face.

"hm? nothing."