Any Extent- Kenma Kozume

19-Chillin'

Y/n)? I'm sorry if I'm waking you...I just want to check if you're alright," Kenmas dad called out, his knuckles repeatedly thumping on the wooden door he thought you were behind.

He waited a good seven seconds before he knocked again.

"(Y/n)?" He shouted.

"Yeah?"

His head bolted to the side where you stood.

"Fuck-I mean flip sake. You scared me!" He yelled,
his had now on his chest as he panted heavily.
"Oh my bad," you giggled innocently, acting as if you weren't just sucking on his son's dick few
moments ago.

"Wait.where did you just come from?"
As previously mentioned before, Kenma's parents were busy workers. Diligent workers as well.

And for those reasons Kenmas house was regularly
quiet, isolated, neutrally with Kenma sitting inside playing on his consoles.

Nevertheless, the point is that from his assiduously working parents, they had quite a big house. Nothing too fancy, but surely a lot for a family of three.
Moreover, Kenmas room wasn't too close to the one you were staying in.
It was down the hall from Kenmas room door then too the left.

Therefore it gave you convenience.

You pointed towards the bathroom that was
located the closest to Kenmas room.
"Oh..well I had cramps and--

"Oh. Sorry for asking," he interrupted, rubbing the back of his neck as he averted his eyes awkwardly.

The cramp line always worked.

It was clearly a conversation he didn't want to have.

"It's ok," you reassured him.

"Soo..did you want something?"

"Oh..um," the tall man loosened his black tie that complimented his white shirt. "Marylyn told me all about your situation and I just wanted to let you know that you can come and talk to me or her if
you ever need parental advice.. or any advice,"
he drew a genuine smile.

He had the same bubbly look in his eye as every time saw him. And you knew that for some people, this conversation with someone's dad would've
been uncomfortable, but you knew the type of
person he was.

To summarise it, he was the opposite of Kenma. He was friendly and giddy always making jokes whenever you were around and the first time you have experienced verbal abuse from your parents, he as well as Marylyn, Kenmas mom, were there for you.

"Thanks for letting me know, I will if so," you
responded.

"Ok.."the green eyed man smirked, then walked passed you.
You took a deep breath out of relief, which that
relief was soon vacuumed back into your body once you heard the man call your name once more. You popped your head over the wall that gave you visual access to the corridor at the turn of the corner.

"Oh and (y/n)—

"Yes?"

The man was stood halfway down the staircase, looking up at you.
"I was going to make pancakes after I give Kenma some medicine, would you like some?"
"If it's not too much trouble. And what
happened to Kenma?"
You questioned, acting oblivious to the situation.

"I don't even know," he shook his head
frustratingly, before he disappeared from the
staircase beneath you.
The smile that you had flaunted at the man had faded once he was out of your sight. You walked back into the guest room, closing the door immediately just so you could punch the air in private.