The next morning, he didn't leave his room. He still was feeling like shit. "KENMA! SCHOOL!" "I can't today." "Okay. Call Kuroo to bring you your school things over."
He texted him:
"hi. bring my things from school over please. I can't go to school."
"I'll send my mom over"
"come over, Kuroo."
"I don't want to let him wait"
"Tsukki?"
"Yep. We get closer everyday, he can be really nice if he wants to"
"damn, okay"
He threw his phone against his wall. Kenma picked up the blade of his sharpener. "Don't do it....don't..." His hand was getting closer and closer to his wrist. "Fuck it." He cut his arm multiple times. "FUCK!" Kenma wrapped his wrist in a tissue.
Some hours later, a boy stormed into Kenma's room. He was holding an energy drink in one and a few books in the other hand. "Are you okay dude?" "Kuroo? I didn't think you'd come." Kuroo sat down next to Kenma. "I brought you the stuff from school. And something to drink." He gave him that pink monster energy. "The pink one. Not only because you like it. Also because you are gay." "I'm not gay only because I have long hair." "I know, dude. I know." After that sentence, he laid his arm around Kenma's shoulders. "I'll go now." "Wait, please stay." "Ooooh, he said please~" A smile appeared on Kenma's face. "Andddddd he smiledddd~" "Damn you're stupid." "C'mon dude, you're cute when you smile." Kuroo pulled Kenma in a hug. "I felt like you needed this right now." "Thanks, Kuroo." "I have to go now. I'm sorry, Ken Ken." Kenma sighed. "Damn. Okay." "Bye!" Kuroo stood up and went out of the room. "Bye..." Kenma lied down on his bed again. "I like him...no...I like him more than just like-like. I really like him...what drugs are my fucking thoughts on-"
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Fanfictionsome angsty shit for people who want their mental health to be fucked. trigger warnings for self harm, alcohol, swearing, suicidal thoughts, eating disorder, and some more fucked up shit my dumbass brain thinks of
