Show me || Kenma Kozume

CHAPTER 4

KENMA

I LOOK at my butt's reflection on the mirror. I slowly put the ointment Y/N gave to me. I can't help but to curse. Damn, her whips are hard, it's painful, but the pain was worth it.

"Kenma? Get the hell out of there, we are going to be late," Kuroo knocked on my door. I threw the ointment away before fixing my pants. It hurts but I have no regrets. "What took you so long?"

"I was feeling sick," I lied.

"Really? Don't go to school then," Lev said. "Mindset," he pointed his head.

"Really?" I took my PS5 out.

"Oh? You already get that back?" He pointed it. "My sister told me that you accidentally switched bags with Y/N,"

"Damn Kenma, is she that someone you met last night?" Kuroo gasped. "Is there something going on between you two?"

"It's nothing," I walk pass to them, to avoid their questions. But they are too stubborn, they followed and nag me. They only stopped when we part ways because we have different classes.

"Kenma, let's switch seats," a classmate asked me. "My seat is beside Y/N for some reason, she has intimidating aura today," he whispered.

I looked at Y/N, she's smiling while waving her hand and me, then it immediately disappeared when my classmate look at her. Is she playing bipolar or what? I sighed before going, this is my first time sitting beside her after all. She is giving me a come-here-look while I'm walking towards her seat.

"Kenma.." she called for me while twirling her hair. I gulped, it's our signal.

Last night

"We should have a signal," she said while laying on the bed, beside me, staring at the ceiling together, I can see the valley of her breasts because of her loose bathrobe.

"Signal?" I asked, dumbfounded, making her roll her eyes. "What?"

"I thought you did your research? Why are you being stupid?" She sat down. "I want to keep our communication private if possible, I don't want talking about BDSM in public, you don't want that too, right?" I nod.

"If you want to play, tap your wrist three times," I suggested. "Ouch," I groaned when she slightly slap me.

"Stupid, let's avoid counting if possible, I don't want you to stare or watch my every move, waiting for the signal," she said. "This.." she twirl her hair. "...will mean that I want to play,"

"Oh.. it's easy then," I shrugged my shoulders. "Any thing more?"

"I will send you the copy of my hand signals, as well as the safe words, that's okay with you, right?" She asked. "I see no problem then,"