𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓. K. Kozume [✓]

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"is this your ex?" you show him the tweet

"oh shit yeah"

"akari? she's japanese?"

"y/n, i'm also japanese. what d'ya expect?"

"there's not a lot of japanese girls in france"

"i dated her back when i was in japan"

"when?"

"a year ago"

"ah, so you've gotten over her?"

"why do you ask?" you could see the sly smile on his face as he said that

"can i not ask?"

"you can, im just curious."

"so am i"

"well, i want you to answer it for yourself. use your brain, it isnt there for nothing."

"jeez, didn't know you'd be even ruder as my boyfriend"

"fine, i'll sugarcoat my words a bit: i'd like for you to answer it for yourself."

"so you have gotten over her?"

"i'm not interested in getting back together with her nor talking to her—but, i still get sorta upset every time i remember how often i fell for her tricks. it doesn't affect me much—it's not everyday someone brings up a toxic ex. plus, i've got a much better girlfriend now."

"understandable. from how you make her sound, she must be really irresponsible and insensitive, right?"

"she's beyond that. shes a dirty, self-centered, cheating bitch. i don't use the word bitch to refer to women but she honestly fucking deserves it. she was disgusting and will remain disgusting in my eyes—and one day, everyone's eyes. i know that because she definitely cant keep up her nice girl persona for long."

"she's idiotic. how could she do such a thing to you of all people? you're amazing!"

"i know i am." he gave that sly smirk again.

"could we change the topic? i dont wanna talk about her." he quickly said as he rid of his smile.

"yeah, but its 2:56 A.M. i think we should sleep, no?"

"i guess so."

THE NEXT DAY
11:25 A.M.

you woke up. you saw kenma, your new boyfriend. it was still weird to think about how you met through two simple words that you'd decided to dm him—but thats besides the point.

you looked over at him to notice how elegant and ethereal he looked. you're lucky. he's everything you want. you cant help but adore him and admire his beauty.
honestly, who wouldnt?

you brushed some of his hair behind his ear, still admiring him as if he was a masterpiece painted by god, themself!
(a/n: in my religion (hinduism) god is genderless which is why i used themself.)

which, he was.

you'd wondered how he felt about his own looks. maybe he was insecure? you want to hear more about him, to observe him. the things he likes, his habits, hobbies, opinions, and more. it was normal to want to know your significant other.

kenma's eyebrows slightly furrow when you bring a hand to his cheek but relax again soon.

you were snapped out of your admiration for the boy beneath you when you felt an arm tug at your waist.

you realise it was kenma's arm—of course.

he hugged you in his sleep. he usually puts an arm around you unconsciously, but this time he hugged you. to you, that was the most comforting and adorable thing ever.

he buried his face into the crook of your neck, hugging you slightly harder by the arm that was on your waist.

he was so sweet. so so sweet. so so innocent. you felt sympathy and sorrow for him when you think about the things he's told you. kenma's life isnt easy. he's ranted to you about it a lot. you didnt mind as long as it'd help him feel better.

you want to treat him better than other people do. most people take advantage of his kind heart. he'd told you about it. people put him in a glass box to observe him. every single thing he does. and the second something isnt perfect, he's looked down upon. he'd told you about it. people thought he was weird for almost his entire 23 years of life. he'd told you about it. he feels as if he's not good enough. he'd told you about it. he thinks he owes an apology to all those people whom he couldnt please. he'd told you about it. he thinks everyone deserves better. better than him. a better person than him. he'd told you about it.

you wanted to make him feel better about himself. to realise he's loved. he's needed. and most importantly, he's wanted. and even if he may not be loved, needed, or wanted by anyone in the world, then so be it. because you'd still be there for him. you always will.

it sounds stupid because you barely know him but you feel so emotionally connected to him. as if you were already lovers in your past life and somehow met again.

(a/n: i think this chapter may have been too dramatic but its fine. i'll prolly edit it unless you all like it. word count: 843 words)