blind date | kenma kozume

# fourteen

#14 | OVERTHINKING

You were with Kenma, at his place. The room was dimly lit, casting soft, muted shadows across the walls as the sun began its descent. The atmosphere was charged, almost electric, with an unspoken tension that seemed to thrum in the air. Every glance you stole at him, every accidental brush of your hand against his, seemed to heighten the anticipation that was quickly building between the two of you.

Kenma's place was as you had expected it to be before—minimalistic yet cozy, with a sense of order and calm that contrasted sharply with the storm of emotions raging inside you. You noticed the small details: the neatly stacked gaming consoles, the strategically placed potted plants that added a touch of green to the room, and the scent of fresh coffee that lingered in the air. But despite your surroundings, your focus was entirely on him.

You couldn't help it; your gaze kept drifting to his lips, wondering what they would feel like against yours. The memory of your dream flashed in your mind, making your heart race and your thoughts scatter. Would it be the same as in the dream, or would it be even better?

Kenma noticed your lingering stares. His golden eyes narrowed slightly as he caught your gaze, his expression unreadable. Without saying a word, he began to move towards you, his steps slow and measured, almost predatory in their intent. You felt your breath hitch, your heart hammering in your chest as the distance between you closed.

Instinctively, you started to back away, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. "W-What are you doing, Kenma?" you asked, your voice coming out shakier than you intended.

"Nothing you don't want me to do," he replied, his voice low and soft, sending a shiver down your spine. His words, though simple, carried a weight that made your knees weak.

Before you knew it, you had backed yourself into a corner, your back hitting the armrest of his couch. You stumbled slightly, but Kenma was quick to close the remaining distance, his body pressing against yours as he trapped you against the cushions. His hands came to rest on either side of your head, his arms caging you in.

"You've been staring at my lips way too much," Kenma murmured, his breath warm against your cheek. "Do you want to remember how they felt?"

Your pulse raced, your thoughts scrambling to form a coherent response. All you could manage was a slow nod, your gaze locked onto his, the world around you fading into a hazy blur. The air between you was thick with anticipation, the tension so palpable you could almost taste it.

Without wasting another moment, Kenma leaned in, capturing your lips with his in a kiss that was far more intense than anything you had ever imagined. The kiss was deep, almost desperate, as if he had been holding back for far too long. The sensation of his lips on yours sent a jolt of electricity through your body, making you gasp into the kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as the kiss deepened, quickly turning into a passionate makeout session. You could feel the weight of his body pressing you further into the couch, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer as if trying to erase any space left between you. The way he kissed you, with such fervor and intensity, left you breathless, your mind spinning.

"Mm, Kenma... am I dreaming?" you managed to ask between ragged breaths, your voice barely audible as you struggled to form words.

"Yes, you are," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky and filled with a teasing edge.

"Wait, what?" you suddenly exclaimed, your eyes snapping open in panic. The world around you shifted, and you found yourself sitting upright in your bed, your heart pounding in your chest. The room was bathed in the soft morning light, the remnants of the dream quickly fading as reality set in. You glanced around, disoriented, trying to shake off the surreal feeling that clung to you. It had been just a dream, right?