𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 '𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫 ! ! ─ 𝙠𝙤𝙯𝙪𝙢𝙚 ⋆ 𝙠

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"She's hot too though" Kenma's laid out on the table on his school jacket, scrolling aimlessly with his hair falling from out of his face. Why? You have literally no idea.

This was no way to get work done, glancing up at the way he's positioned every other second. The Burger King, at this point, was fairly empty considering how much time you let pass.

This was about the time where the employees were more interested in getting in a nap while the customers thinned out than yelling at the blonde to get off the table like that.

Honestly you've never seen him so comfortable in the open like that but it definitely had to do with the lack of eyes around.

So why didn't yours bother him?

you two were far too carried away in conversation about fictional women you'd let hit to raise any questions about his relaxed state.

You put a momentary pause on your history notes and look up "Let me see" you beckon the phone towards you with a finger

"Look" he tips the phone your way and shows you a picture of Bayonetta

"Nah I'd pay for her to hit me with a cane" you say almost immediately, tapping the end to your pencil on your page

"Why was that so specific?"

"I'm just saying—there's a lot of things i'd do for a girl like that"

"Am I not good enough for you?" He frowns behind the screen of his phone, his eyes the only thing visible to you

"Shut the fuck up"

"Okay" quickly, he's shutting up

"She looks like she could kill me in bed though—like her stamina? Crazy dawg" he looks back at the picture

"Is that something you're into?" You lean forwards with a teasing grin on your face

"Is that something you're into?" He challenges with a questioning glance

"Nasty" you swipe your phone back from him with a smile

"Hey, I never confirmed anything" he defends himself, pushing up off the table to swipe swipe his drink right off the back of the booth he had left it balanced on.

"You didn't have to" you point up at him, letting your finger follow him as he stands beside the booth sipping peacefully on a kid's sized hi-c "you're eyes did it for you"

You look back to your phone and chaos is suddenly erupting "Why didn't you tell me my hoes were calling?!" you notice the incoming messages asking where you were and why you haven't answered a single call

"Uh-huh..hoes calling" he's pretending to look over your shoulder, but his eyes are trained on the bracelet he's trying to steal off your wrist. Successfully he slips it off as you attempt to calm down the group chat that's practically frothing at the mouth at this point.

"I haven't seen th—aaah" he gasps out a pitiful noise as you twist his fingers back with a glare.

"What happened to please and thank you?" You frown