DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

t w e n t y - n i n e

You wrapped yourself in the sheet when you heard the knock on the door, your head hurt and your stomach screamed, you just didn't know if it was for food or for help. Opening the door, you saw your best friend's perfectly symmetrical face. He looked you up and down, then looked around the room, letting out a long breath. 

—I thought you'd study. - Akaashi came in and you closed the door, he put both hands on his hips, seeing the boy sleeping on the bed with only the black underwear. 

—Well... Atsumu showed up here to help me study, but this time he brought a bottle of tequila and a joint, so... it was a much more tempting than studying. - You laughed awkwardly, throwing the sheet over Atsumu and wearing some clothes. - But I studied. - you concluded.

—I hope it is true. I don't want you stuck in college taking exams during the holidays. - Akaashi sighed, sitting on Yachi's bed. - Where's the blonde? 

—With Kiyoko. I asked to be alone for a while and she went to her girlfriend's house. - You sighed, starting to fix your hair. - I don't know what my life would be without Yachi.

—I don't know either. - he shrugged. - I couldn't stand you myself.

—Ridiculous.- You rolled your eyes, sitting next to him. - Why did you come here? 

—To talk to you... Bokuto told me what happened.

—Of course he did. - you sighed. - I was going to tell you anyway... how much did he say? 

—That you fought and ended everything. I don't understand why you didn't tell me sooner.

—I was dealing with it... in my own way. - you laughed, staring at Atsumu, who was still sleeping like a stone.

Before telling everything, you went to the bathroom, brushed your teeth and did what you had to do, going back to the bedroom. You spent the next fifteen minutes telling Akaashi everything, from the threesome to the time you left the boys' house, didn't spare him the details, no matter how much he told you to shut up when you started to get too explicit. You explained what they worked with, not in detail and not everything you had seen, that you preferred to leave with Bokuto, but Akaashi now knew that Koutaro was much more than just a street dealer and runner. Keiji heard every word attentively, letting out a long breath when you finished talking.

—Do you think it's true?

—Kenma is not one to lie or say things with double meanings. - You fell backwards, lying on the bed. - If he says something like... "It's none of your business" or "I don't care" it's because he really feels that way and thinks that way. He wouldn't say anything to hurt if it wasn't true Akaashi, so... I highly doubt it's a lie. - you took a deep breath. - But I should wait, shouldn't I? It's not like he has room for any kind of romance in his life.

—Are you sure? - Akaashi threw himself on your side. - He seemed to like you. Also because... you said he was very jealous and there's no way to be jealous of someone when he doesn't care about.

—I don't know what's on his mind, Akaashi. - you stared at him. - Thinking about it now I feel like an object that he had to have just for himself. 

—I believe Kenma is too smart to see you just as an object. - Akaashi twisted his mouth. - You know that the chance of him having spoken out with the intention of just pushing you away is huge, right?

—I know. - you sighed. - But believe he's a big dickhead is easier for me to let go. I said I loved him, Akaashi, are you aware of that? 

—So needy.

—Fuck! - You said out loud, but then you put your hand over your mouth remembering Atsumu. - I was high and with him inside me, so I don't take responsibility for my actions.