Onerios

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The whirring of the fan occupied the room as you can hear the occasional aggressive taps from the mic, rhythmic and methodic.

It was Midnight you and Kenma agreed to play after school. It was your turn to pick a game tonight. You chose league of legends.

"Fuck" You can hear Kenma as he deeply inhaled a breathe of frustration. "Idiots! Push mid lane it has one turret left". He said, groaning.

Kenma was playing as an Attack Damage Carry typically a champion that deals with strong continuous damage with their basic attacks.

Kenma was playing as Ezreal. His high magic damage can grant him the high fluidity and range.

"Sorry Kenma, I let them gank me". You were playing an ability power carry, the champions damage typically comes from their abilities/burst.

Your champion was Ahri. You were the one who was pushing the mid lane before you were ambushed.

Kenma came too late as you were outnumbered, he managed to kill all 4 champions. But now he just died as he tried to destroy the enemy's nexus.

They destroyed yours, your teammates had fallen one by one in the battlefield, the enemy team had destroyed your base and took the nexus. Both of you were met with a pitiful message.

It was dead silent from Kenmas' side, his furious clicking stopped and he let out a long sigh. You felt your heart drop from your stomach, was he mad at you?

Defeat

"I'm sorry Kenma, I should have been more careful with my surroundings". You said putting your head down feeling guilty.

Kenma heard the guilt that was carried in your tone of voice, he didn't know why you felt guilty it wasn't your fault, then he would gently speak up about your concern.

"Sorry about what Y/n? You didn't do anything wrong, these things happen in games, you know that and don't forget, I died too". There was a long pause as Kenma awaited for your response.

You leaned in closer to the desk resting your chin onto of it as you let out a light huff.
"But we haven't won a single ranked game tonight Kenma, and this has been our sixth game" you said, slightly getting annoyed at yourself.

"I feel like I'm just annoying you".

He blinked a few times feeling a bit surprised, is that how his aura came off ever since he's been playing with you for almost five hours on call?

"Y/n you're not annoying me, it's not your fault you pushed through mid lane all the way, we've been paired with trolls these past few matches so it isn't your fault".

"You didn't even feed either, you have like 12 kills and five assists, you did your best".

"Don't apologise for dying, you haven't done anything wrong, it makes me feel bad that's why I have been reassuring you".

"If you notice that I randomly go silent for long periods of time is not because I'm angry, I'm just focusing."

"My annoyed tone is not directed towards you, that's absolutely not because of you, it's 'cause of the bull shit that our teammates pull on us, those matches we could've won if our teammates could've had their shit together, making us lose after all our hard work".

One of things you have learned ever since meeting Kenma in person is, he has his moments where he is blunt on how he speaks to others, but he means well. Kenma just likes to say stuff as it is, but it doesn't mean he can't be caring.