I might be the writer but you'll always be the words - Ben Maxfield
Chapter 9 𓇚※𓇚
Kenma's POV
The dark haired one brought to his lips one of the two beers I had taken. I was seated on the chair opposite to the sofa. I bought it so I wouldn't end up next to Suga and Daichi when they got too close while we were watching a movie together. It gave me a plausible excuse for not having to be present when they kissed.
I was looking at the one that was in front of me, the one in which the thick liquid was flowing into. I lifted my bottle to my eye level and swirled the liquid inside, it splashed against it glass walls. Did I really want to drink it ? No, but I had to. For Mom. To know. Maybe it will all be over tonight.
The liquid everyone was talking about so much was in my hands. The liquid that was the cause of so many things. The liquid that was held responsible for so many acts. The liquid that was now going into my stomach.
I couldn't help a grimace.
- It doesn't taste good, does it ?
I raised my head to look at my interlocutor. A half-smile was shyly displayed on his face.
- We're going to try something, you might find it better.
He went into the kitchen and searched in each cupboard before finding what he was looking for. The dark haired one brought grenadine syrup, lemonade and a large glass in which he mixed the three of them.
- Taste it. he said, offering me the new glass.
I put mine on the small table in front of me and took the glass he handed me. I realized looking at the liquid that I wasn't convinced by what he was trying to make me drink.
- I'm not trying to poison you, Kenma.
Kuroo had to trust me and I had to make him believe that I trusted him too. I finally let the liquid run down my throat.
- It's better... It stings a little. I answered honestly.
- You see, every problem has its solution.
It made me want to roll my eyes. I followed with my gaze the place that Kuroo had been staring at for several seconds, that is to say the building opposite to ours. I saw a multitude of lighted windows where a few people were visible through them. By lingering in front of some of them, I realized the number of stories that among their four apartment walls will never come out for fear of the gaze of others.
- What are you thinking about, Kenma ? he asked me suddenly.
I took a few moments before answering him :
- Nothing.
- You're lying.
I turned my head in his direction and saw that he had put his head in the palm of his hand, resting on the arm of the sofa.
He is unbearable. He is bothering me.
- What are you thinking about Kenma ? he repeated, grinning unhealthily at me, swirling half the liquid inside his beer.
- To be honest with you, I was thinking about your time in prison.
It was his turn to be silent. Maybe it was too early to talk about it but we had been beating around the bush for 10 days now... I needed answers.
- Or rather what could have happened during your stay there. I added.
Kuroo threw his head back and stared at the ceiling.
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