DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

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You needed to take the idea of ​​not drinking anymore seriously. Your whole body hurt, especially your head, luckily you were in one of the most comfortable positions. The cold room because of the air and dark because of the lack of light made you slightly worse. And having Kenma's arms wrapped tightly around your waist was the icing on the cake. You had your face buried in the crook of his neck, it smelled like baby soap and a mixture of cigarettes and alcohol, but it still smelled good.

You sighed, opening your eyes at once and pulling away, facing the serenity in which Kenma slept. He had delicate features on his face, he was beautiful. The pale skin from the lack of sun, the cracked and even slightly bruised lips and the deep dark circles of sleepless nights, which you discovered by chance, while waking up to go to class, Kenma was going to sleep. His hair was loose and messy, a few strands straying from his face, which you made sure you brushed it back slightly.

—I thought it would take a while to you wake up. - He said with a hoarse voice, still not opening his eyes. You gave a weak laugh, pulling away from him, but his hands were still firmly on your waist.

—I think we're late. - you said, feeling around the bed looking for your cell phone, finding it under your pillow. - It's five o'clock.

Kenma opened his eyes, startled, jumping slightly from the bed and taking his cell phone from the corner table, mumbling a curse as he saw the countless missed messages and calls. He returned Kuroo's call as fast as he could and you could hear the brunette yelling curses on the other end of the line. 

You got up from the bed with some difficulty, hissing to Kenma that you was going to take a shower, you needed to get rid of the sleep that was still in your body, and there weren't a few. You took a shower, looking for a shirt from Kenma and got a black one, you mentally noted that you would have to wash and return all the shirts you took from him. You went back to the room, Kenma was already wearing pants and holding his hair up. 

—Better I go home? - you asked, twisting your mouth.

—No, we can have lunch if you want. I already missed the day of work today, there's not much to do.- he laughed softly, shrugging his shoulders.

—And what shall we have for lunch, then?

—Do you want meat? There's the meat the boys eat, they wouldn't mind if I made it for you.

—I eat whatever you eat.

Kenma smiled, you went down to the kitchen and you sat on the counter, on the side of the counter where he was going to cook. Kenma tied his hair in just a bun, leaving no loose strands, still shirtless, but he put a dish towel on his shoulders. He said he was going to make a chickpea burger, he swore it would look similar. You fiddled with your cell phone and spoke to him now and then, just listening to the sound of the potato frying and the hamburger in the pan.

—It's great, but sorry honey, it doesn't even come close. - you said taking a bite of the snack in hand, full of cheese and a sauce that Kenma had made.

—I was sure you would continue to prefer that.

—Not "that". - you scored. - Mc Donald's snack is the best.

—Cancer

—We smoke a pack a day and you come talk to me about cancer? - Kenma laughed weakly, shrugging, you rolled your eyes, laughing along.

You enjoyed spending time with Kenma, even though you didn't know each other that much, it was always interesting and you always learned something new from him or about him. Kenma made you feel a little more alive, you could tell. The same way he managed to be transparent, it was almost a mystery to you, since you didn't know what he thought about anything either.

—What are you going to do now?- he asked, putting the dishes in the dishwasher and closing it. - Want to play something?- you arched your eyebrows, smiling at the idea.

—Play what?

—Mario Kart. - he laughed weakly. - The racing one.

—Hmm, let's go.

You smiled excitedly, then Kenma turned off the lights in the kitchen and you went upstairs again, heading to another room, which you had just passed through the door. Kenma opened it up revealing two huge armchairs in the middle and a giant television, along with some arcade machines, old video games and various other related decorations.

—I get a little too excited about this issue.- he chuckled, making room for you to enter. You sat down, the armchairs were glued together, so you were close. Kenma put the game on and soon chose his character.

—Can you be more obvious by choosing Mario?

—I'm sure you'll choose the princess. - You wrinkled your nose, looking at the screen.

—You got it right.- you muttered, choosing her.

In the beginning you got a little confused, and Kenma won several times in a row, after all, there was no way to compete with him and those fingers too fast for your eyes. Besides the fact that he loved to screw you in every possible way. He made you a joint, so you were playing and passing the blunt to each other, after some time and zero games won, you gave up lying slovenly in the armchair and scrolling through your cell phone playlist, which you had just connected to one of the Speakers. You chose video games, lana del rey, Kenma fiddled with his cell phone, sinking into his armchair. You felt slower, your eyes roamed the blue LEDs in the room and time seemed to pass more slowly. 

You were getting closer, until you jumped from where you were lying and lay on top of him, Kenma just laughed, moving and getting the two of you better. He stayed on his cell, but you were already bored of being on yours, so you just kept swinging your legs, humming the song and running your nails over his uncovered abdomen, making a back and forth with your finger. Kenma moistened his lips, putting the cell phone aside and smoothing the entire length of your leg.

—Do you really like to tease me uh? - He asked low, taking a laugh from you.

—I didn't provoke you.

—Uhm. Imagine if you did. 

You arched your eyebrows, getting up slowly and sitting on his lap, with one leg on either side and your hips snug against his body. Kenma looked at you curiously, putting his hands on your waist. You gave him a peck, which soon turned into a kiss a little more intense, you moved away just for the lack of air, but Kenma did not hesitate to go for your neck, sucking your skin and distributing countless kisses there, leaving you goosebumps, but you felt great every time his lips deposited his kisses. 

—What do you think about sleeping here again?- he asked, with his mouth against your skin. 

—I think its a great idea.- you gasped, feeling him kiss you again.