Killer Love [Kenma Kozume x Reader]✔️

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Thoughts are scattered, feelings are confused, and you are still sitting around in Atsumu's house as six days have passed already. Along with that, as promised, Kenma has been left alone.

On the seventh day, Atsumu brings a kill home. You of course peek out of the hallway with a pout on your face. "Atsumu, let me help," you whine, looking at him with big eyes.

With a shake of his head, Atsumu just keeps on making his way towards the basement. A groan escapes your lips and you turn around. You end up face to face with Kenma, a brow raised amongst his face. "Are you that blood thirsty?"

"Yeah..."

Shaking his head, Kenma walks back to the bedroom with you close behind. "I'm sure you can go longer without any problems," he tells you with a step into the room.

You groan at him and follow after, walking around him and jumping face first onto the bed. "No I cant... I want to kill so bad!" you whine. "I can't believe I made the pact with Atsumu not to kill on his turf."

"That is your fault, not mine." Kenma closes the door and leans against it as he watches you roll your body over.

You look at him as you lay there, just glaring at him. "Don't get cocky with me, mister. I know how to annoy you~" you say, a devilish smirk appearing across your face. You sit up and lean forward with your eyes on him.

Kenma groans at the look on your face and says, "Don't look at me like that."

You just smirk and jump off the bed, tackling him down onto the floor. You end up straddling him, snickering as you do. "Too bad!" Before Kenma can reply, you begin to tickle him quickly. He tries to push you off with laughs and giggles, his body twisting beneath you.

"Y/n, Stop!" he yells, trying not to laugh as the tickling gets to him. This has somehow become common within the last few days, mainly because he continues to tease and bother you. You like being able to have fun, finding yourself genuinely enjoying yourself at times.

As you continue your actions, you ignore each and every one of Kenma's cries for help. Your fingers keep moving over his body, his shirt raising up from his stomach as he continues trying to fight you off. With that comes the brushing of your fingers over his skin, neither of you taking notice of it. It's for a slight second that you stop, making a wrong move as you go to tickle him further up because it allows him to grab one of your wrists. As soon as his hand wraps around one of them, his other hand moves up and grabs the other. "Here I go," he mutters, quickly pushing up and turning you both over, your back now against the floor and him straddling you instead.

Quickly, Kenma begins to tickle you instead. A string of giggles leave you, your body beginning to struggle under him as he was with you. That only lasts a few moments because you freeze seconds later. Your eyes stare straight up at the ceiling, body stiff as a board. It takes no more than a second for Kenma to notice and he stops. "Y/n?" He calls out your name, confused when he doesn't get a response. "Y/n!" Without any response again, he quickly gets off of you, no idea as to what is going on.

He shakes you a little, only seeing your fists clench at the feeling. Instead of doing anything more, he hurries up and out of the room. Quickly, Kenma runs to the door where he's figured out is the basement and knocks on it. "Atsumu!" Kenma yells out, unsure if the man can even hear him. Without an answer, Kenma growls and opens the door, screaming the name out again.

From the top of the stairs, Kenma can hear a machine running. "Shit." He turns and runs back to the room, wanting to see if you've moved or not. Unfortunately, you're still laying on the ground with your fists clenched and eyes staring directly up. A heavy breath leaves the man and he runs back to the basement.