DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

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—Where are we going? - you said, getting in the car.- Coud have texted before, you know?

—I was already close by. - Kenma also entered and started. - First let's go to my house, I have something for you there.

—Something for me? What is? I'm curious, tell me.

Kenma smiled, shaking his head. You huffed, settling on the bench and lighting a cigarette, Kenma asked for one, you made fun of denying it just because he didn't tell you, but lit one for him later. You were still in your pajamas, Kenma just dragged you out of your dorm, not letting you take anything. At least you were showered and your hair washed.

Kenma left the car in front of the front door, didn't go down to the garage, you went out and went up to his room, you in front and he two steps down, Kenma as usual, rubbing the back of your thigh, passing the every once in a while, already making your legs tremble a little.

—Is it okay to miss your class tomorrow? - He asked, opening the bedroom door and making room for you.

—No... I can be late. - you said, seeing a black box on the bed. - What is?

—Open it. - Kenma closed the door, leaning back and crossing his arms.

You looked at him suspiciously, but slowly approached the bed, opening the box, taking out a black opaque dress, there was no sheen in the fabric, it went practically to the knee, with a slit in the thigh and some shiny, thin chains on the back. It was spaghetti straps, with a neckline a little too big, but it would look perfect on you. It felt like it was made just for you. The side of the dress had a silver sandal, with the same sparkles as the chain on the dress, it had a considerably large heel, but nothing too much.

—Really? This is for me?

—I thought it was pretty and I remembered you, so I bought it.

—Is this your way of asking me on a date, honey? - you asked, approaching him and intertwining your arms around his neck.

—Maybe.- Kenma put his hands on your waist, bringing you closer. - I'll pick you up at ten.

—What?

—You need to get ready.- he said.- And so do I.

Before you said anything, Kenma gave you a kiss, finishing with a peck and a bite on your lower lip, leaving the room shortly after. You took a deep breath, throwing yourself on the bed and picking up your cell phone, you still had a good time until ten at night. You had a smile on your face and this time you couldn't get it off your lips, Kenma showed nothing for you but desire, but the things he did showed something completely different. You were starting to believe that maybe he liked you more than just a steady fuck.

Not in love, you weren't in love with him, there was no way he could be in love with you. Or was he? It was something that had been on your mind since the first time Akaashi said it, but you wouldn't care, you never did, you wouldn't start now, just enjoy what you had at the moment.

Kenma texted you "Makeup in the bathroom.", you had already forgotten that detail, so you got up quickly from the bed, you couldn't do a clumsy makeup, as you always did, you hurried to the bathroom, seeing a black suitcase there. You took it to the bed and sat down - too lazy to stand in front of the mirror - opening it and seeing a few more things than you had. You shrugged, starting to apply what you knew, foundation, concealer, you didn't contour but applied a little stronger blush on the cheeks. You redid the eyeliner a couple of times until you were presentable, and glued on false eyelashes. Then you applied illuminator and a red gloss.

You put everything away, leaving only the perfume bottle out, you would use it later, Kenma had bought the same perfume you were wearing and you had no idea how he knew. You went to the mirror, fixing your hair with the things Kenma had for himself. Just put on the dress, it was only fifteen minutes to ten, you rolled your eyes, putting on makeup took so long, you had really put in the effort this time.