DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

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Trigger warning: extreme violence, drugs.

—My face is hard. - Kenma said with a little difficulty. - Remove that.

—Just five more minutes, wait a bit. - you huffed, stressed with the impatience. - I want to fix your hair too.

—What are you going to do with it? - he asked, turning on the nintendo switch and sitting next to you on the floor, while you painted your nails.

You hadn't slept yet and it was Saturday night, your reasoning was slower, but you didn't feel a bit of sleep, the MD along with the energy drink contributed a lot to that. You were sure that when you sleep, you would black out for more than a day and feel terrible for a whole week, but spending more than forty-eight hours with Kenma was fun and the thought of sleeping didn't even cross your mind.

The only problem is that Kenma was a little more irritated than usual due to intense brain stimulation and lack of rest, lucky for you, you didn't care about his cold and even aggressive responses. In fact, it made you laugh a few times, which just made him more irritated.

—Just make it prettier. - you smiled, Kenma sighed. - You can wash your face now, honey.

—Finally. - he grumbled. Kenma had green clay on his face, you had rubbed it on both of you and had done his nails a few minutes before, you had painted it purple. - And my hair is already pretty. - Kenma said before getting up.

Kenma went to the bathroom and washed his face, when he came back, you insisted that he should apply a facial moisturizer, he complained for a long time before passing. You felt good with him, you seemed so close even though you hadn't known each other in a long time, you could risk saying that you were closer to him than a lot of your friends and by the way he was comfortable with you too.

You two decided that you would go without sleep for today's race, Kenma said it was better, he would have an excuse to come back as soon as Koutaro was done running. You finished painting your nails, then waited for a while to dry and started looking for something to wear in the few clothes you had, Kenma had already turned his eyes to the screen again.

—I'll steal some shirt.- you said. - I dont have any clothes.

—It's all right. - he shrugged. - Don't think I forgot my glasses.

—I would say... our glasses now. - Kenma laughed, rolling his eyes, without stopping moving his fingers on the video game.

You went into his closet, turning it all over, in the end, you just took a black shirt, it sure looked big on Kenma, since it was more than huge on you. You put it on and it hit almost to your knees. You took a deep breath, putting on a belt with some chains hanging neatly around your waist, leaving several buttons undone. The shirt hung over your shoulders and even a part of your black bra showed, but that made it even more beautiful. Finally, you would wear black boots, which, for your happiness, whoever was looking for your things, put it in your bag.

—Won't you fix my hair? - he asked as soon as you came out of the closet. - You look pretty.

— I'm pretty, but thank you, honey. - You smiled, taking off the belt for more comfort and sat on the bed, Kenma was sitting on the floor, between your legs. - I'll fix it now.

You opened the makeup bag on top of the bed, taking out a box of bobby pins and started to comb Kenma's hair. His hair had a sweet smell and was silky, hardly any knot was made in the middle of the strands. You made two moths on each side, joining them at the end and pinning, leaving half of the hair down and some strands free on your face, you used the bobby pins to secure the cornrows. Your hands cupped his face gently, turning to you. You smiled, satisfied with the result.