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It has been two hours since Kenma came into Y/n's house, still cuddling with the girl of his dreams, caressing her hair delicately, playing with its strands abstractedly.

Even though it has been two hours since they started cuddling, both of their hearts couldn't help but beat as fast as possible for all those minutes that have passed.

Y/n's eyes glued to the tv screen, Kenma's eyes fixated on the strands of her luscious hair that he's been playing with for approximately ten minutes now.

„Kenma.

His attention instantly went to the girl who's been leaning on his chest, listening to his heartbeats. She could clearly notice the rhythm they beated in, as her own matched perfectly with his; she could feel it.

„Hm?”

The humming coming from the boy made the blood rush to her cheeks in a matter of a second, as she bit her lower lip before speaking up again.

„I have a question, you don't have to answer if you don't want to though.”

„What is it? I'll answer.”

He'll answer to my question so easily? Does that mean he trusts me so much that he'd willingly give me an answer to each question I could possibly come up with?

She took a deeper breath, gathering up the courage to speak again and ask the question that has been wandering through her mind for so long now.

„What is Riyuki to you? I'm just curious, nothing more.”

But there was something more important than that. She felt strange uneasiness each time she had thought of Riyuki, especially if she imagined her near the blonde boy.

„I'm her uncle.”

At first she couldn't really comprehend his words, as she blankly stared at the wall before suddenly bursting out into a thunderous laughter.

„I'm serious. What is she to you?”

„I am being serious as well. I am her uncle.”

Is he for real now? How in the hell could that be possible? They look as if they're the same age.

„Fine, if you're being serious then explain how are you her uncle exactly.”

His fingers stopped playing with her hair, which had instantly caught her attention, but she could feel his left hand on her waist not too long afterward.

„My father had another wife before he met my mother. They had a kid who is partially my sibling, my sister you could say. My father was very young when he met his first wife, and once he was with my mother, at the time I was born, my sister was already seventeen years old. When I was around two years old, Riyuki was born. She was my sister's first kid...well, she still is.”

Confusement overwhelmed the girl, or rather the shock, she just couldn't seem to accept those words as the actual truth. She then moved to sit next to the boy, as his hand was still embracing her waist.

He then glanced at her, merging his golden eyes with her (e/c) ones.

„But then why is she acting so weird around you?”

„What do you mean?”

„This will probably sound very wrong now considering what you've just told me, but she's not really acting as if you're her uncle.”

Kenma looked away, pointing his eyes at the tv screen, while Y/n merely kept observing the boy's face painted by the lights coming from the tv. It was at that moment that she had realised the lights were turned off everywhere in the house.

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