Any Extent- Kenma Kozume

3- Rules

Monday
"Please Kenma."

"No."

"You said you'd take shots with me." You whined.

"I don't like getting drunk and are you even sure
you want to drink after Friday." Kenma chuckled.
You stopped walking and looked at the boy. Your
lips tugged upwards, slyly.

"You're scared I'm going to win? It's fine I'd be too
if I were y-

"I'm not scared ." He defended, stopping right in
front of you.

You were both currently walking home from school
together. This didn't happen much because there
was usually practice. Not today though.
Kuroo wasn't with you guys today. You were pret
sure it was because he was clapping the cheeks of
some hot girl. Which wasn't anything new.

"Then that solves it, ifI take more shots then you, I
get your console, and just so you know Kuroo gave
me the hard stuff."
A little smile appeared onto Kenmas lips, "I like
your spunk kid." The boy laughed a bit, but you
anld tell his words were tainted with mockery.

Few hours had gone by and you looked to the boule playing GTA on his console. The temptation was scrutinising but if you were dropping lower then an a- in any more classes your parents would restrict your gaming privileges and curfew.

Although, you felt as if not being able to go to Kenmas house was the worst.
You closed your maths textbook, plopping it down on Kenmas bed you sat on, gratified that you had finished studying.

You tiptoes over to the unfocused boy, removing his headset from his ears. You softly whispered in his ear reminding him about your next competitive ordeal.

The boy quickly turned his face, causing you both to be immensely close faced. You found yourself getting lost in the boys hazel eyes as he gazed back at you not uttering a word. He didn't bother to look
away either.

"Ew, why are you so close?" He mumbled,
pushing your face back with his palm.

You stumbled back barely.
"Ow You cockroach, I was just trying to
tell you to start the drinking game now." Kenma had luckily finished his match,therefore he carefully placed his controller to the side, observing as you received to two bottles of tequila from your bag.

He sat on the the edge of the bed, lazily.

"You still sure you wanna do this.?"
Kenma taunted.
You sat next to the boy, annoyance flaming throughout your body. He always knew how to tick you off. Because he knew he was more better at
everything then you. He always had been.Without even reinforcing that much effort.

"Yes, bitch."

"Alright."

The both of you went back and forth, taking modest sips from the same tequila bottle. Just so at least one bottle could be freshly untouched.
You felt yourself getting drowsy, but you couldn't tell if Kenma was.

He had those same shiftless eyes and body movement. And he never hesitated to go another, after you did. Your throat was burning dreadfully, and you were awfully flushed. As your hand went back to collect the alcohol from the boys reach, your intoxicated self began swaying forward and back, causing you to fumble a little bit on him.

"My bad." You exhaled, tucking your hair behind your ear

For the second time today you found yourself impeccably cramped with the boy. Your eyes then studied the boys features. "You-you know Kenma you have nice face.. BAHAHSGA too bad your a loser though. Your looks have gr-great pot-poternshiaa-potensh? nope that's not AH potential." You giggled. You clung your fingers to the boys hair, playing with it tenderly.