euneirophrenia* kozume k.

Kalon,, 8 1/2

Kenma sniffled in thought, breaking you out of your complaining, frowning and hunching your back, leaning to take a peak at his face.

"Ken?" You whispered, reaching your hand back to push his golden hair behind his ears.

"Mmh?" He whimpered, turning his face further.

"You okay?" Your voice was lowered softly, cautious. He hadn't been this timid since you first met.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He snapped sharply, sniffling and rubbing his head back and forth on his arm, subtly wiping his face.

Smiling softly, you shuffled closer to him, adjusting his position until you were side by side, pressing your chin on his head, his on your shoulder.

"You can cry."

" 'M not crying."

"So your drooling on my shoulder right now?"

Huffing out a laugh, Kenma rubbed his face off on your shirt, his hand clinging to your arm.

"That's disgusting." You mumbled softly, but made no move to push him away.

Kenma knew this should be embarrassing, he started crying out of nowhere and now he was clinging to you like a scared cat, but he wasn't all that embarrassed. He felt safe, and understood. He appreciates how considerate and caring you were, knew he wasn't one to talk and gave him a comfortable place to cry instead.

You're kind, you're caring, you're enough. i like you. Kenma wanted to say all of this. You were the kind of person that could express your emotions easily, and he wasn't. He wondered if this bothered you. You'd tell him all the time that you thought he was funny, or that he was sweet, and he doesn't think he's told you once. He doesn't know how to convey everything he wants to tell you, certainly not in one word, or even one sentence, so for now, until he works up the courage to say three, all he can mutter is two little words.

"Thank you."

And they're certainly enough for you. Because he's beautiful, and you are too.

kalon; beauty that is more than skin deep.