Kenma was back at school the next day, and Y/n was calm.
"I'm glad you're back!" she greeted the short male with a smile on his face. "Were you sick?"
"I just had to pick something up, it couldn't wait." she nodded her head.
After that day in the classroom, Kenma and Y/n started hanging out more. In the lunch hall, he sat across from her, picking at his food.
"D'you wanna know why I wear my hair like this?" she nodded again.
"It's because if my field of vision is too wide, I get anxious." He held his breath, waiting for her to stand up and call him a freak like so many in the past, but she stayed. "You're... you're okay with it?" he asked, voice breaking a little.
"We all have things that make us anxious," she added, "Just yesterday when you weren't here, I freaked out a little. But I got over it so..." she trailed off, hoping he wouldn't detect the lie.
She didn't get over it, and that night was spent crying. Luckily for her, he didn't.
I made her anxious? he thought, more of a question than a statement.
I made her anxious. Does this mean she cares about me? Does she like me too?
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K. Kenma - Target Aim ✓
Terror𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝘼𝙞𝙢 ıllıllııllıllııllıllııllıllııllıllı ☞When Kenma finds out she doesn't feel the same and goes a little bit more than overboard... Warning...
