DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

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You woke up, your head seemed to spin and your body was so heavy you could barely open your eyelids properly. You need to take the idea of stopping drinking more seriously. You stayed in bed for a few more long, lingering minutes, the music coming from under it seemed to be playing in your ears, causing you an absurd headache. When you finally opened your eyes, you found the side of the bed empty, but nothing unexpected.

You were lazy for a while, building up the courage to get up, and when you did, you felt your head throbbing. Wine hangover is one of the worst. You went to the bathroom, washing your face but still looking slightly black from yesterday's makeup, you shrugged. You left the room, looking around until you found the stairs, you still thought the house was ridiculously huge. You went down, finding everyone already in the pool, drinking and playing in the water. You sighed heavily, feeling your head throb even more and thinking how your friends didn't give you a day off.

—Good morning, sleeping beauty. - You heard Atsumu's voice in your ear, jumping up and turning to the boy.

—Don't scream. - you grumbled. - You don't get tired of drinking, do you?

—We know how to control ourselves, so we don't get tired. You should learn, beautiful.

—Fuck you, Tsumu. - you snorted. - Do you know where the kitchen is?

—There. - he pointed, you nodded, going there.

The kitchen was bigger than her bedroom, but nothing you weren't expecting. You opened the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water, looked for a glass and filled it, taking long gulps, feeling your throat a little less worse, it felt like you hadn't had anything for days. You leaned against the bench, drinking water and watching your friends outside. They drank, laughed and jumped in the pool. Just the thought of putting a drop of alcohol in your mouth made your stomach turn. 

—There's aspirin. Would you like? - Kenma said with his usual soft voice, making you smile slightly.

 He wore black pants and sneakers, with the dark gray blouse slung over one shoulder. He had his hair up as usual, but now, it was in a neater bun, not the usual mess. The earrings alternated between black and some silver, he wore a black choker too, which was just a ribbon a bit wide around his neck. If you could afford it, you'd grab him right now.

—Please. - you asked kindly. - Did I bother you yesterday? I don't really remember, but I think so.- you asked, following him with your eyes as he opened a drawer full of medicine.

—You didn't. You slept fast.

—Hmm... did you stay? At night?

—Yeah. It wasn't like I had a choice either, you wrapped your leg around me. - you laughed, but released a complaint of pain soon after, Kenma smiled weakly, handing you the aspirin, which you took quickly.

— Sorry... You could push me, I don't wake up easily.

—Right. I'll remember next time. - you smiled when he said that. - Aren't you going outside?

—I think I'm leaving, my head feels like it's going to explode.

—Ok. So come on, I'll take you.

—There's no need, I'll ask one of them.

—Everyone's drunk, Y/N. And I was going to leave anyway. -you sighed, smirking.

—Ok, ok.

Kenma smiled, taking the car key out of his pocket and turning it in his fingers, leaving the kitchen. You followed, texting Akaashi that you were going and asking him to get your clothes if he found them. Kenma asked you to wait in front of the house, then went to the garage and came back with the car, you went in and he soon left the house. Riding in a convertible was fun, especially in the daytime where you could see all the streets perfectly, but when you had a headache, the excess light seemed to fry your eyes. 

—There's a pair of sunglasses in the glove compartment. - Kenma said, looking at you quickly. He probably noticed how difficult it was for you to keep your eyes open.

—Saved my life. - You laughed, opening the glove compartment and taking the glasses. It was beautiful, entirely black and the lenses were very dark. - Looks good?

—It looks great.

You licked your lips, smiling as you did. You turned your attention back to the street, being more exact, on the beach horizon, Teeneagers, my chemical romance, played on the stereo at a low volume. You and Kenma were silent all the way to your dorm, which you liked, as you didn't have the brains to have a decent conversation in the moment. As soon as he stopped at the entrance, he took his cell phone out of his pocket, sliding his fingers in quickly and handing it to you.

—I still don't have your number. - You smiled slightly, picking up his cell phone and saving your contact.

—Now you have. Thanks for the ride, kitten. - you reached out to him, kissing the corner of his mouth and getting out of the car.

Kenma smiled, shaking his head and watching you enter the dorm, wearing only Koutaro's shirt. If there was one thing he liked about you, it was your cockiness. You went to your room, getting what you needed to take a long shower. After you took it, you went back to the room, Yachi wasn't there yet, but she would probably arrive as soon as it got dark. You dried your hair and lay down on the bed, the pain had gone almost completely, for your happiness.

You watched some series, read and studied for a few hours, you had to confess that you were a little anxious for Kenma to send you a message, which he hadn't done until now, he probably had something important to do or solve, so you let it go , you called Yachi, asking her to bring you food, around seven she arrived, with a huge McDonald's bag.

—And how was your weekend? - you asked, dipping the potato in the cheedar sauce of the sandwich and putting it in your mouth.

—Boring. My mom isn't one of the funniest people. - the blonde laughed weakly. - And yours? I'm glad you're alive.

—Uh, me too. Next week I'll drag you along.

—Oh, I don't know, Y/N...

—You're going! Kiyoko goes along...- you hummed.

— It's not worth using it as an excuse. - Yachi grumbled, taking a sip of the strawberry milkshake in hand. - But if you insist so much...

—Yay! It's going to be fun, I'm not taking you anywhere to put your life at risk.

—I hope not. - you two continued the subject, until your cell phone notifies a message, you took the device quickly, seeing the unknown number there.

"? - Hey, Kenma here."

"Y/N - hi, honey." - you swiped your fingers across the screen, typing and saving his number.

"Kenma - I was wondering if you'll be free tomorrow for lunch." 

"Y/N - I will... why?"

"Kenma - Go have lunch with me then." 

 "Y/N - ok ok. what time?" 

 "Kenma - The time you leave class." 

You smiled while reading, answering any statement, as you weren't silly, you brought up another subject with Kenma, Yachi looked at you curiously, but shrugged, seeing you so concentrated on the cell phone screen, she would ask you another time. You talked for a long time about various silly topics, until he said he was going to play, you found out he was addicted to games, so clearly he would rather play games than talk to you, nothing that affected you, so you shrugged, putting your cell phone to charge and lying in bed. 

—Good night, Yacchan. - You covered yourself up to your head, closing your eyes.

—Good night, are you dating someone? - You opened your eyes turning to the blonde.

—Nope. It's just a boy I've met these days, no big deal.

 —It doesn't seem like no big deal, since you spent hours smiling at your phone.

—Your ass, Yacchan.- you smiled.- For real, its no big deal.