What About Me?

The Ceiling and the Ground- Chapter Twelve

Kenma's POV

The ceiling is a good friend of mine.

It listens very well to everything said in my head as I stare up at it. And it's kind of nice that it doesn't respond or add anything to what I've already said. It's quiet and lets me get everything out without any argument against it.

And although that sounds crazy, it's true. I can stare at the ceiling, go through many things in my head, and the world is silent.
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Until my alarm goes off to remind me to get ready for work.

Guess me and my good friend will have to catch up another time.

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It's a fairly warm afternoon, no too hot or anything. There's a little breeze in the air that makes it feel even better. The sun is behind some clouds right now, so it's not super bright out either. A perfect day for walking, especially when you don't really want to get to where you're going, and you just had a fight with your friend.

Don't get me wrong, I actually like my job. But, if I could stay home and play games and not have to talk to people, that would be really nice. I guess I should get better with talking to others though. My anxiety doesn't always help with that, but since I work at a café, it's really chill. You get the occasional costumer who may be rude or mean, but our place doesn't get a lot of people like that.

We have a lot of regulars, I know a few of the people's orders by memory, and I know a few of their names too. I honestly don't think it would be too bad to get to know some of them better. It definitely wouldn't be a bad thing for me to get more friends. The only friends I have are online or from highschool. I can be a little social.

The people are really nice and don't seem too judgemental, but you never know how a person really thinks about you, or if they're just putting up a nice front. That's one thing that scares me. You know how you think someone is really nice or trustworthy then they turn around and are the complete opposite with different people? That's what I mean. I always think people are like that. Even though half of them aren't, you just never know, and it kind of scares me. Hence why I only tell 3 people in my life the things I don't want others to know.

As I said before, the people who come to the café and work with me seem really nice. I'm the one who probably seems weird or standoff-ish. I'm trying to work on it though.
I'm trying to work on a lot of things.

Speaking of work, I made it to the café. Kishaki is going to be working with me today by the looks of it. He's pretty cool. He's really nice, he's usually on a shift with me so we talk a lot.

I say I don't have many friends, but I could consider Kishaki a friend. He probably already thinks we're friends. I'm so closed off that I just don't think of coworkers or people who I talk to for a while as friends. It takes me a long time to become friends with people. I'm just friendly, not people's friend. 

Kishaki waves at me and motions for my to come over. "Hey Kenma! How're you doing? Wait no, lemme guess-"

"Oh, just absolutely swell." We both say at the same time. I laugh a small laugh and nod . "Of course, I would never feel any differently. There's no other reason to be anything but swell."

He shakes his head. "Sure there isn't. Cause you know, everything is always sunshine and lollipops."

"Rainbows too."

Okay, I guess you could say we are friends. I bet if anyone saw us in the café, they would automatically assume that we're really good friends.

"Did you get everything set up or do I have to do everything myself?" I can feel his strong glare towards me. "Yes, I got everything set up already. I get shit done around here, unlike someone I know-"