Any Extent- Kenma Kozume

16- Advantage

Well is it not obvious. He won't fuck you on your
period."

"That seems unfair-

"But there's no rules against it, is there?"
Your eyes beamed brightly.
"No. There isn't."
"So use the opportunity." He gave you a supportive
smile. He stepped awfully close, his gaze burning
straight through you. His breath also smelt like
toffee sweets and the scent grew with strength as
he came nearer.

"It truly amazes me how fast you switch up," you
chuckled, patting the side of his arm.
His soft smile suddenly transitioned into a
conniving grin. It confused you.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm helping you because if
you win, your benefitting me. Kenma would be less
active on his consoles and focus more on the team
and our friendship group.

But if that wasn't the case, I would not allow him to
do as he pleased with you."

You raised your eyebrows slightly.
"Is it not obvious I have a little crush on you? But
don't worry princess, I'll get over it," he winked.

You peered at him sharply, studying his body
language. You couldn't help but be stuck in thought
as you were positive the boy flirted with you just to
tease you.
"I honestly can't tell if your playing or not."
You bit on your thumb, looking at him with
befuddlement.

"Lets not make things weird then and just leave it
like that," he grinned, delicately patting your head.

You stared into space for a moment , contemplating
his implication. He couldn't actually be telling the truth, no way. If he was then he wouldn't tell me every girl he was hooking up with and speak to me so freely about it.

For fuck sake he'd had an orgy with the girls
cheerleading squad.

Those untidy thought led you to make the decision to laugh it off. The boy put his arm over your shoulder and began to take few steps, guiding you down the corridor.

"So is there anything else you want?" He peered
over to you as you both stood in front of the main
door.
"Actually...can we chill for a bit before I go back? I
kinda feel like I've been around Kenma a lot more
then you nowadays," you spoke, looking up to him.

"So what I'm hearing is that you missed me?" His
eyes illuminated with curiousness.
You jokingly averted your eyes.

"Why not?"

"Don't give me that, I know you did."

"Don't get cocky now, I literally see you in school
everyday and on top of that we facetime after
school."

"But those two factors have restrictions. I can't
physically touch you through the screen or talk
about personal shit when-

"You get approached by women every two
minutes?" You crossed your arms giving him
judgemental eyes.
"So you understand what I'm saying," he
responded, not even acknowledging your finicky
peer.
"I..do. Actually there's something I wanted to talk
about"

"Ok. Let's sit in the living room. You want anything
first?" He questioned, releasing his arm from your
shoulder.
"Honeycomb ice cream. And for my parents to get
off my ass," you sighed, as you departed from the
room.

You stared into space in wait for the boy to join you
in the living room.
And he did, a bowl of the honeycomb ice cream you
requested, set in his dominant hand.
He handed it to you gently, before sitting on the
leather couch next to you.
He rested his arm on the sofa back, then looked
down at you as you spooned some of the frozen
dessert into your mouth.
"Damn, this shit always hits different," you puffed.