Any Extent- Kenma Kozume

13-Reality check

You were surprised that the boy had carried all the
way home on his back even after treating you to a
meal.

Even though him carrying had a purpose, you still
expect him to break down mid walk.
However, what you found amusing was how he'd
constantly take pauses to catch his breath and even
sometimes his breathing overlapped the sound of
your voice.

"You guys sure took your time," Kenma's mom
smiled as she expanded the width of the door
allowing your hobbled self that rid on the boys back
through.

"Yeah, we ate out," Kenma panted, stopping a
metre past the front door.

"And you carried her here? That's very unlike
you..in fact not you at all," she giggled, adjusting
the bridge of her work glasses.

"Oh, yeah I tripped over a rock and from..the way I
landed It reallv hurt to walk so Kenma ..c-carried
me," you stuttered, virtually screaming inside with
regret born from your lie because it was purely
transparent that it was false.

And from the way his mom began to heavily laugh,
you truly felt stupid for even opening your mouth.
"Come on, we both know Kenma wouldn't carry
you home if you got hit by a car, look at this fool,
he's practically melting," his mom chuckled, her
head tilting upwards as the contrast of her face
began to change to a bright pink.

Kenma rolled his eyes, wishing in the moment he
had just played on his console instead of going out
for the blunt. He was especially remorseful for
permitting you to tag along.

And you yourself, was tremendously agitated,
wondering how far she was going to read into this.

Looking back at it now, it would've been less
suspicious to say you tripped and arrive back
stumbling, instead of telling his mom; who knows
how slothful and uncaring Kenma was, that he
helped you.

Still hung onto the blonde boys back. you
unconsciously realised his alluring scent was
strong.

It wasn't just from the cologne he had brought in
his pockets, furthermore used it to mask your light
trail of weed. but from the fact that he was sweating

to such a high extent.
You found yourself gaping at the few drops of sweat
that decorated his skin. The trickle appeared from
Kenma•s bleached nest that was his hair and slid
down the back of his tanned neck.

Kenmas mother noticed that. And all of a sudden
she felt like a detective who had solved their case.

"Wait!" She suddenly spat throwing out her palm
as if she was signalling passenger to halt.

Her grin then spread wider than you had ever seen.
She raised her eyebrows cheekily, then crossed her
arms.

"I know what's going on here," she said shakily,
trying to hold back her eager giggle.
You choked on the air at the same time you're
nervous eyes had raced over to the no longer
perplexed woman.

"Oh..you do?" You asked.

"Your finally dating," she cheered, committing with
some light jazz hands. Her eyes grew vivid with
excitement as she waited for your confirmation.
the blond groaned in a hushed tone.

"Ew."

"What do you mean ew, when your soaking me
your sweat, through a puffer jacket." you
rolled your eyes in disbelief lightly slapping the
boys head.

"How can you say ew to (y/n) when we both know
you couldn't get anyone better?"his mom frowned,
looking at him up and down with attitude.
You then felt Kenmas grip loosen on the back of
your thighs.