ride . ᝰ.ᐟ K.Kenma.

Ch. 5

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His lips landed on the cigar, slowly taking a big puff. His head inclined, his lips centimetres— even millimetres away from mine. A wave of nervousness and excitement shot down my back, as goosebumps start spawning all across my body.

My eyes shut close, feeling his fingers gliding up to my arm, and slowly wrapping around my neck. I felt warm fumes travel down to my mouth. I inhaled it, feeling Kenma's warm breath hit my lips as soon as all the fumes escaped his.

I felt another hit of nicotine travel inside my veins, my eyes fluttering open due to the feeling of intoxication.

A satisfied smirk molded on his face, slowly pulling away as I exhaled his remains.

"That wasn't too bad, wasn't it?" He spoke out, shattering the tense atmosphere we just had.

I stared at him, plastering a sarcastic smile. "And what was the point of that?"

I snatched my cigar harshly from him, slowly inhaling a good amount before letting fumes travel out of my nose and lips. He crossed his arms, scoffing. "Wasn't it fun though?" His eyebrows creased waiting for my response.

"I mean, it's not that bad. I'll give you points for creativity." I commented, his ecstatic reaction beaming from the corner of my eye. "Told you." He formed finger guns from his fingers and mockingly shoot at me.

A smile and rolled eyes were an earned reaction to his response.

"God you look stupidly high." I said, my lips kissing the cigarette once more.

"Not high enough yet." His grasp was so sudden, pulling me closer to his. His eyes were deep, slowly pulling my cigarette to his own lips taking one giant breath before crumbling the intense eye contact.

The fumes leaving his lips turned to rings, as I watched in awe. "Are you just gonna stare at me all night?"

The confidence in his voice made me snarl. "As if, you're only like this cause I just praised you for your stupid idea." My head clocked at my stingy response, watching him chuckle at the sudden outrage I took out on him.

"You have greater mood swings than Kuroo." He turned around, rolling his eyes, leaning against the rails. "First you praise me, then you hate my guts. Can't we just be friends and get along?" He mocked an innocent, bubbly look causing me to disdain.

"God you're so unbearable." I commented once more before exiting the balcony. His eyes wandered to my figure, watching me disappear amidst him and the bustling crowd.

...

I met with Hinata, moaning how I'm tired and I want to go back home.

"I'm going to have a fucking migraine from you complaining every minute." He slammed the shot glass down, jolting at his hasty action.

"God, calm down. I only came down just 5 minutes ago." I put my hands up signalling defeat, only to receive an eye roll as a response.

My tongue poked my cheek, showing a sign of annoyance. "15 minutes. And were going." I yanked his sleeve, gaining his attention before raising his eyebrows as a respond to 'yes I get it.'

Minutes felt like endless hours. My eyes started to feel heavy, slowly dropping down within every beat the speakers spoke out. A deep sigh left my lips, as I leaned further onto my resting palm.

I laid alone, in an isolated guest room with a faint light from a small-scaled table lamp. It lit up half of the room, making it desirable to fall asleep in.

Muffled noises soon decreased over time, sleepiness started to overcome my exhausted body. I felt a yawn crawl up my throat, along with a groaned stretch trying to keep myself awake.

I reached for my phone, trying to read the time.

5:09 a.m.

God, I didn't even realise the time. I shuffled myself across the bitter sheets.

"God, Shoyo's taking his sweet time. I feel like I'm about to pass out." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes trying to keep myself awake. Soon enough, my eyes slowly weighed down. My body finally caved in for the desire to rest.

...

I yawned as my feet travelled all the way downstairs. My eyes slowly shifted from
one room to another. The living room was a hell of a mess. The kitchen was even worse.

"God, Sugawara's gonna kill me." I mumbled to myself before looking myself in the mirror. My eyes caved in with deep eye bags, my cheeks flushed from all the drinking, and my hair all ruffled up.

"God Kuroo, Sugawara's going to kill us for this." Kuroo groaned, lifting himself from the couch. "Yeah no shit. We left a huge mess."

My head clocked, dropping myself down next to Kuroo, my arms flapping from all the exhaustion building up inside of me. "I'm going to start cleaning to guest rooms, who knows someone probably left a used condom in any of those rooms."

Kuroo arose from his seat, his slippers gliding against the floor travelling to one of the rooms. A weakened sigh departed from my lips as I crawled into a comfortable position, whipping my phone out of my pocket.

The bright screen stroke my drowsy face, mindlessly scrolling with no intention of getting up and helping Kuroo clean up our mess. "Are you planning to help you lazy cunt?" Kuroo barked across the empty hallway, alarming my body to get up.

"God, I can never get peace when you're around." A hefty sigh left with my remarks before coming into my room to do some cleaning.

I swung the door wide open, my eyes scanning all across the room only to see a frame all wrapped up under the sheets.

Curiosity killed the cat, my fingers crawled to the top of the duvet, anticipating if I should jerk the sheets off the undisturbed person. The person slowly started shifting, short yet quiet sighs escaped their lips as they tossed themselves around trying to find a position to lie comfortably.

Their eyes fluttered open. Her eyes. It was recognisable. Those same chestnut eyes that would pierce my skin for every stupid move I'd do. A wave of shock knocked onto my head, realising who the person was.

"How come you're here, Yri?"

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