DO NOT FORGET, kozume kenma

t h i r t y

The sun was already rising and lit up Kenma's office with the few rays of sunlight that invaded the room through the window. He took off the headsets, tossing them on top of the keyboard, taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm. He knew he didn't have to do security and watch every load they brought into town or count how much money they made a day and how much they would make with a shipment, but he insisted on doing everything and even more. He hadn't been in the best mood for days, specifically, since the two of you fought, Kuroo and Bokuto were avoiding talking to him as much as possible, as the half blonde didn't give more than dry and rude answers to anyone who spoke to him.  

He didn't stop at home either, another reason they didn't talk to him. Kenma was just focused on work and getting bogged down in it, when Tetsuro asked him about it, Kenma just said that he's always been like that, which was no lie, he always lived for his work and for his friends - even though he didn't have so much patience with them.

He got up from his chair, taking the pack of cigarettes and heading towards the glass window of his office. He lit a cigarette, standing there for a while, staring at nothing. As overwhelmed as he was, his mind was clouded, no thoughts were passing through, and even then, he still couldn't feel peace.

Actually, peace was something he hadn't felt in years.

The life he unfortunately chose to lead was filled with fear and tension, he couldn't let his guard down for a single moment. Kenma couldn't remember the last time he'd done such a thing, honestly. Maybe it was at some of the volleyball games he had in high school with his friends that he could live in without having to look around all the time. 

No. It certainly wasn't the last. 

The last time Kenma was carefree about life was with you, when they spent day and night playing some game. Kenma didn't understand how, but you made his life lighter, he even put up with his own existence a little longer because of it.

—Lev, did you get it? - He asked when he sat back in the chair, seeing the image that the boy transmitted, he was just driving. - Lev! - silence. - Fuck Lev, turn that shit mic on, I've told you a million times. 

—Sorry, Kod! - He heard the voice of the half Russian, then sighing. - Got it, I'm already on my way to shed two. Kuroo texted, asking everyone to go there, you included. - Kenma took his cell phone, seeing the messages from the brunette there.

"Kuroo - You need to come, Kenma. And I don't want to know if you don't want to talk to us. Daishou."

—Turning off. - he warned and did, getting up and hurrying to the shed.

He drove as fast as he could there, parking the car carelessly in the driveway. Upon entering, the boys were all standing, some other men beside Daishou and he was sitting on top of one of the tables. Kenma took a deep breath, dragging the door and closing it, walked towards them, Kuroo was leaning against the wall, with a face not so good. The place was quiet, just the sound of Kenma's slippers hitting the concrete and the drumming Daishou was making with his fingers on the table, he didn't have a good face either. The tension in the environment made Kenma able to hear his own heartbeat, it was beating so fast.

—Kozume. - smiled fake. - I ask you to sit down, please. - he pushed the swivel chair that was near the table, Kenma took it with one arm, turning it and sitting down, leaving the back of the chair on his chest and one leg on each side. 

—What's it? I thought the deal was that you didn't get involved where's not your place - Daishou arched his eyebrows with a laugh.

—You are always so insolent, I want to put a bullet in the middle of your forehead. - he sighed, Kenma didn't show any reaction. - Bring the body! - he shouted, then a covered stretcher was brought inside by two men, who Kenma thought were Daishou's partners. The white blanket was soon taken off.