DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

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—So are you dating?

—Yacchan, nooo! - you sighed. - I'm not going to date anytime soon, give up on that idea.

—You guys seemed pretty close.

—Sexually we are. - you shrugged. - But that's all, he's an interesting and nice person to talk to, but there's nothing like affection or care involving the two of us, it's just attraction.

The blonde stared at you, bringing her fork full of pasta to her mouth. She had chosen pasta for dinner, it wasn't your favorite dish, but you owed her this one. You usually had lunch and dinner in the college cafeteria, but every now and then you had the luxury of ordering food or even getting yourself decently dressed to go to a nearby restaurant. Today you decided to just eat in the room.

—But don't you think something else can happen?

—If it happens... it happens. - You laughed. - But he has a somewhat complicated life, I don't know if he has room for a relationship. For now, I'll just let it go and whatever God wants, however, I won't think too much about it. And speaking of him... I already know where I'm going to take you next weekend.

—Oh god, where?

— You'll find out when you get there. - you said amused, Yachi snorted.

The days passed slowly, you insisted not to miss any more classes in the afternoon, since in the morning you always - or almost always - went. But the afternoon classes were the worst and the teachers were the worst. On Monday, the time seemed to stop and you wanted to jump from the third floor of that building to get some peace and not just the humming of the teachers' speeches in the front of the room. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday seemed to blend in, you went to class afterwards. returned to the dormitory, studied, ate and slept, repeating this for the three days. Friday, luckily for you, there were only two classes after lunch, which you were tempted to skip, but skipped.

You and Kenma hadn't seen each other for the rest of the week, but you exchanged daily messages, practically all the time. And found that he spoke more when he was typing. He was quite a person indifferent, few things caught his attention, but you noticed that he insisted on talking to you and was happy about it. As the days passed, the more anxious you became to see him again, you didn't know why, so you concluded it was because you had a huge sexual tension built up between the two of you and needed resolve this once and for all.

Already after afternoon classes, you were in Akaashi's room, lying on the bed, scrolling through your playlist and putting Team on, lord. He would tattoo some random boy and talk to you. The three of you shared a joint, which at the time, was in your right hand, it was brought to your mouth and you took a long drag, holding it, passing it to Keiji and exhaling after a few seconds.

—This thing is too strong, I'm going to pass out here right now. - you said, seeing Akaashi look at you lazy as he swallowed.

—This one brought it. - Akaashi pointed to the boy, who laughed under his nose. - I'm done, you can go. - the boy thanked, seeing the tattoo on his arm in the mirror before leaving. - And the half blonde? - Akaashi returned the joint to you.

—We're talking, but I haven't seen him since Monday. I will see him tomorrow. - You said with a slightly slurred voice. It felt funny, your body seemed to tingle and tickle every time you moved, not to mention your eyes, which seemed to have shrunk in size.

— I got it. - He said smiling, you looked at him confused. Then he heard four knocks on the door, looked at it curiously.- Come in.

The door opened and Kenma entered. You felt a strange flutter in your stomach, but you didn't care, it was probably because of the weed. Kenma was as handsome as ever, even though he didn't wear flashy and more basic clothes, he was still perfect for you. A black sweatshirt and gray sweatpants and flip-flops. The hair, as usual, was tied back.