euneirophrenia* kozume k.

Redamancy,, 13

Redamancy; the act of loving someone who loves you back- love returned in full.

You and Ken walked down the street together, Each with an earbud in, Kenma sharing his music taste with you.

"This ones my favorite." He mumbled, turning the volume up on the song. He thought this would make him less awkward, his nerves through the roof. Doing everyday things with you wasn't something he had been expecting.

"I like it!" You smiled, glancing down at him as he did the same, happy that you appreciated what he liked.

You squealed silently, gripping your hair in your hands, he was way way way too fucking adorable. Taking a deep breath, you returned your arms to the side, trailing your fingers down his arm, watching him flinch and look up at you with widened eyes.

Clearing your throat you looked to the side, entwining your fingers slow enough for him to pull away if he wanted to. He didn't. Just looked down with a blush that matched yours.

"Will- will your parents mind?"

"Maybe."

"Would you fight for me to stay?"

"Absolutely not."

"Kenmaaa." You pouted, squeezing his hand tighter. "You don't want me to stay?"

"I never said that."

"Yeah huh."

"Maybe I'll just make you go home now."

"So very sorry sir, you are always right sir."

Ken giggled, pushing your side with his shoulder. "You're funny."

Choking on your spit, you whined, holding your heart.

"That was unfair!"

"What are you on about now, M/n?" He scrutinized blankly, used to your unusual behaviors.

"You've never complimented me before!"

"Oh.. maybe you're right." He mumbled.

"Thanks though." You smiled, blowing air kisses.

Kenma thinks he should compliment you more.

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Arriving at his house after a few minutes of walking, he gently pulled his hand away, fiddling with his fingers, walking up to the door.

The both of you missed the warmth of the others hand, but that could wait until you were in his room. Ken opened the door gently, letting you inside and locking the door behind the both of you.

"Mom? I'm home." He muttered, taking his shoes off while you followed and did the same. "There's a guest." He spoke, looking around as he walked further into the house.

"A guest? Tetsuro-kun?" His mom peeked out, looking you up and down. "Not Tetsuro-kun. Who's this?"

Kenma introduced you, giggling at the way you stood there awkwardly but flashed a confident smile and waved.

"It's nice to meet you! My Ken will be in your care. Are you guys hungry?"

Ken looked up towards you, urging you to answer the question.

"Ah- only if somethings already been prepared." You replied kindly.

"No, but I could very easily make something. I know Ken had a match today, he must be hungry."

"If you wanna make something you should've just said so." Kenma spoke up, looking at his mom blankly.

"You caught me! I'll text you when it's done."

He just sighed, pulling your hand and leading you to his room, leaning on the door when he got in, rubbing his feet together awkwardly.

"Your moms nice."

"Yeah.."

"Yeah....."

The two of you dropped your things, sitting on his bed with your backs to the wall.

"So we should.. talk, right?" You muttered, pulling your legs up to your chest, resting your head on them. It reminded you of how the two of you always rested when meeting in the dream. This wasn't too much different, but at the same time it was entirely different. It was hard to explain.

Kenma nodded his head, looking over to you, once again showing his nervous habit of fiddling with his fingers. You smiled softly, grabbing onto his hand.

"You do that a lot, you know."

"Do what?"

"Mess with your fingers when you're nervous."

He flushed in embarrassment. "Who said I was nervous?"

"Your palms are sweating."

"Shut up."

You laughed, bringing your interlocked hands up, kissing the back of his.

His face erupted in red, his mouth open wordlessly, random sounds escaping his throat.

"Speak, baby." You encouraged, smiling against his hand, watching as he only squeaked, pulling his hand away from your mouth, looking into his lap, his other hand messing with the bottom of his sweater.

Kenmas long hair fell off of his neck, cascading down his shoulders as his head hung low, exposing how red he had gotten from your actions (and the pet name) and suddenly you had a very scandalous thought, leaning into him, making him bring his knees up, burying his face in them, before flinching harshly, slapping a hand on the back of his neck, staring at you with wide eyes. He was rendered completely speechless again, the only difference was that his whole body was now facing you, his foot pressing into your abdomen, pushing you further away.

You kissed him. Kissed his neck. Where did you even get the confidence to do that.

His brain was overheating, any thought that passed by him leaving his head immediately. When he finally recovered from being braindead, he kicked you repeatedly, laying back on the bed, covering his face with his hands while you just cackled, grabbing onto his legs and pinning them to the bed.

"Pervert! Pervert, pervert, pervert!" He screeched, turning over and shoving his face in the pillow.

"Yes, yes, that's me."

His disgusted face slowly looking at you was enough to make you tear up in laughter, taking deep breaths.

"I'm gon- gonna fucking piss myself!"

"That's actually disgusting, please don't do that on my bed."

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"You good?" Kenma asked, staring at you devoid of any emotion. You laughed for at least 5 minutes.

"Yeah, i'm okay. it wasn't even that funny for real."

"You almost pissed your pants on my bed."

"Teehee."

Kenma giggled despite his annoyed expression, grabbing onto his phone, which buzzed with the two minutes ago text notification.

"Mom said dinners done."

The two of you shuffled out of bed, walking towards the kitchen.

"You think she'll let me call her mom?"

"I'd rather you not do that."

You just pouted, looking the other way and huffing like a child.

Ken smiled, gathering his own confidence, grabbing your hand and stopping the two of you in your tracks, hugging your midsection with his head in your neck, placing a gentle kiss on your collarbone.

Stunned, your hands hovered over his back, fingers twitching. He pulled away as if nothing happened, continuing to walk to the kitchen, hearing you whine his name from the hallway after registering what just happened.

He giggled softly, messing with the sleeves of his sweater, his ears turning pink. You were cute sometimes.

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a/n; this chapter actually broke me
& my hands fell asleep multiple times