𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆 [Kenma x Reader]

𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 ⌫

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I wake up with the awful sound of my alarm. It feels so loud even though it's beneath some clothes that were thrown on top of the alarm clock, fallen on the floor.

The empty vodka bottle rested on my nightstand had some lipstick marks around the top. I never put on lipstick, especially this bright pink. Looks kinda cheep, unlike the necklace next to bottle.

It probably belongs to the girl laying on the other side of bed, still asleep.

I get up to get some painkillers, I first grab a glass and fill it with water. I walk into the bathroom and get the painkillers after resting my glass on the sink.
I pour a few pills in my hand, maybe 4 or 5 and swallow them with the help of the water in my glass.

I don't bother to eat because of how sick I feel, I just make some coffee for myself. After that, I brush my teeth and throw on a lazy outfit so I can be almost presentable for school.

On my drive to school I grab another coffee and listen to low music while taking a few sips of coffee every now and then.

As always, I somehow managed to arrive late. Everyone is staring, how nice.

I make my way to the back of the class, silently, hoping the teacher hadn't noticed me.
But, in order to add more shit to my very unpleasant morning, the teacher does notice me.

"Y/n! Why are you late again? It's been every day for the past month. I didn't want to communicate this to your parents, but I see no other option. I'll call them this afternoon." He says loudly and I flinch.

Fuck!
I'm in enough shit already. I don't need my parents to be more disappointed with me than they already are.

I curse this universe and take a sit next to a pretty boy. He looks very tired as well and his hair is too long and kept in a messy bun. It was dyed long ago, almost his whole hair is dark except for the dyed ends.

"Hey!" I whisper to him. "Are you planning on dying your hair again? If so I could help you out, I've been told I'm quite good at handling hair." I lie, hoping to get some money out of this. Just a free meal would be fine tho.

"Actually, I am. When are you free?" He answers and I do a mental victory dance.

"Whenever."

"I'll call you after classes." He says and moves his notebook closer to me so I can write down my phone number.

I do that and write my name underneath so he can save my contact.

"Thanks" he whispers. "I'm Kenma, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Kenma!"

He smiles in agreement and we both turn our faces back to the annoying teacher lecturing us about phones and social media (which are, apparently, one of the reasons I arrived late).

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After school I get home and kick some people out. How did they even end up here?
The universe is full of mysteries.

The girl with the pink lipstick left before I arrived and forgot her necklace here.

I wonder if she'll miss it, or maybe she left it on purpose, so she could come back and get it, perhaps she just didn't like it that much.
Maybe I could wear it. Or sell it, I could use the money...

My thoughts are interrupted when my eyes lend on my phone, on top of my messy bed, and the screen shows someone is calling me.

I slowly pick it up to answer the unknown caller.
"Hello?" I say in a questioning manner.

"Hey! Is this Y/n?"

"Yah. Who's asking?" I want to know who is on the other side.

"It's Kenma, from first period."

"Oh!" I had forgotten about that. "Great. So when is it a good time for me to dye your hair?"

"I was thinking today, if it's not too sudden?" He asks if I'm free.
"I have everything you need to do this, I can go to your place or we could do it at mine."

"I think your place would be better." I inform looking around.

"Ok then, I'll text you the address. Bye." He says.

"See ya." I hang up.

I grab my keys and get in the car. As soon as I buckle my belt I receive his text.

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