𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀 𝘼 𝙎𝙀𝘾𝙍𝙀𝙏 𝘼𝘿𝙈𝙄𝙍𝙀𝙍 // 𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙠.

20.

"can we talk?"

akaashi had been debating whether or not to ask this question for the past few minutes as he watched kenma slowly eat the takeout they had ordered.

kenma looked at him, scared by the seriousness of the question, and then at the clock on his phone.

"you have twelve minutes," he said and returned to eating.

"why twelve?"

"that's how much strength i have left for social interactions today," he said, shrugging. "what do you want to talk about?" 

akaashi opened his mouth, he was usually great at discussing feelings, offering advice, and expressing emotions. when something bothered him, he never hesitated to express his feelings. but now he was at a loss for words because every possible start to the topic that wouldn't leave his mind was so... dumb.

he closed his lips. opened them again. and closed again. it went on for about a minute before kenma had enough of akaashi acting like a fish.

"is this about yn?" he asked, and immediately after, he heard a loud pop. "don't crack your fingers!" he huffed angrily, mouth full of noodles. "that's disgusting."

"do you know what is disgusting? the sauce is on your chin." he said, quickly cracking the rest of his fingers, before placing his hands on the countertop to keep himself from fiddling. "it's about yn."

"did something happend?" kenma asked, reaching for a tissue.

"no? i don't think so. i mean, maybe, but- i'm not sure."

kenma just stared at him for a minute, with that expression that akaashi recognized so well. he was judging him.

"did something happend?" he asked again because the previous response didn't make much sense.

"no, nothing unusual except for one moment of tension when we were working on an article together," akaashi said, his hands already on his lap, pulling on his fingers.

"okay, how did it made you feel?"

"oh, come on, don't make this feel like a therapy session! it made me feel flustered, bothered, hot, and borderline hard, how else was i supposed to feel?" he huffed and nearly threw his hands up. instead, he chose to place them on his face and groan in them. kenma tried to be disgusted by the confession, but he couldn't bring himself to care enough. he heard worse things. "it made me feel stupid because, as you know, o always consider all aspects of everything and have a plan in place for any situation. but i never planned an endgame for what i'm doing now."

"serial killers have an endgame," kenma commented.

"the avengers had an endgame, too, so shut up. what i mean is that i never imagined that writing poems for yn would lead to a situation in which i am alone with her, spending time together, because she wants to spend time with me."

"is it bad though?"

"i don't know."

"do you like being with her?"

"yes," akaashi nodded.

"do you feel like it's every dream come true when you're with her?" kenma was clearly mocking him now, so akaashi simply gave him a death stare. "listen, don't you think it's perfectly escalating?" you write her poems, and they lead her to you by accident."

"it wasn't an accident, kuroo gave her my number."

"kuroo is an accident, ask his mom. anyway, you two spend time together, and without her knowing who writes those poems, you become closer. option one: she wants you enough to forget about the poem guy, you reveal yourself, and you're both happy. option two: she says she likes you, but she's waiting for the poem guy, so you reveal yourself! boom, game over! that's a happy ending."

"okay, what about the option three where she doesn't like me and is disappointed that i'm the one who wrote it?"

kenma drew his lips into a straight line and knit his brows.

"you... you just gotta make her like you."

"seriously? that's your advice? akaashi asked, throwing his hands up.

"yeah, if you eliminate possibility of her not liking you, there's only good options left."

"god, you are such an-"

"twelve minutes passed, gotta go rot in my room, good luck." kenma grabbed his phone and jogged to his room, locking the doors as loudly as he could. 

"asshole," akaashi muttered under his breath as he rose to clean up the mess kenma had left behind. he wasn't even in the middle of his own meal, and he hated eating with leftovers on the table.

'i just need to make her like me,' he thought. as stupid as it sounded... that's how those things worked. he should show her that he's a cool guy. and maybe she would give him a chance.

akaashi never imagined that he would actually try to romance yn.

but here he was, in a kitchen, eating takeout, seriously considering making a move instead of simply watching her from a distance.

𐙚˙⋆.🧸•₊✧⋆˚✒️｡⋆ᡣ𐭩

i think it's the best scene with kenma i wrote, it's like... perfectly canon kenma

i love this chapter