final boss | kenma kozume

a prickly flower

Was it curiosity? Was it her way of teasing? Whatever it was, it hit him hard enough to make his face unbelievably bright red. He couldn't say a word, even if he did, he knew it would probably be gibberish nonsense.

"Tell me," she spoke. She forwarded her body to lean closer to the other side of the table where he sat.

It was so tempting to hold him. His porcelain cheeks that turned so flushed were impossible to ignore. And Kokoe, a woman who literally came from another world, had no concept of self control.

Neither did she understand the concept of personal space.

She raises her hand to hold on his cheek, curious and unfazed.

Kenma finally snapped out of it and his shoulders raised a bit from the surprise. He quickly slapped away her hand and made some distance.

"What are you doing?" he furrowed his brows as he spoke.

"It remains a mystery to me but I'm sure I got what you may call an urge."

"What urge is she talking about!" he said to himself as he panicked on the inside.

"Well, it seems like you're so repulsed by it, so do continue what it is you'd like to do," she added.

"Is repulsed really the right word?" he asked himself a question even he couldn't answer.

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Ryosuke / Fang Ning Residence
11PM

Ryosuke prepared everything for the empress from her personal chambers to the very details of the living room.

"This is my life now, huh?" He observed his own work and admired the intricate details.

"Fang Ning, I'm back. Ah, I mean Ryosuke," he heard the door open along with her voice.

"Empress, welcome. I discovered something you might enjoy," he said.

"And that is?"

"Humans in this world have a strange mirror that can change on demand," Ryosuke answered and led the way to the living room. He had just installed a new television set.

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NEKOMA HIGH SCHOOL

The writings on the board all seemed gibberish to Kokoe, whose head spun just by looking at the textbook.

"Miyazawa."

"Hey. Miyazawa."

The teacher repeated and stopped writing on the board.

"Miyazawa Kokoe," he called again, brows furrowed.

"Ah right, Miyazawa was the family name we came up with," Kokoe whispered to herself.

"Are you even listening?"

"Yes," she answered with a straight face. Why was she so void of shame and embarassment? Kenma would wonder if he was in the same room.

"Kozume-san." In the classroom next door, Kenma heard his name get called.

"Hmm?" Kenma eyed on his seatmate.

"Is it true? You're friends with the new girl in the other class?" he murmured.

"Kokoe again," Kenma mouthed.

"Can you give me her Line?"

"Huh?"

"If you're friends, help me out, will you? I just want to have a date this festival, pretty please?"