𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 𝐊. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

# twenty-seven

#27 | DRIVE-THRU BREAKFAST

Waking up in Kenma's arms was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. The gentle warmth of his body pressed against yours, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the way his arms instinctively tightened around you made it hard to believe this was real. It was intimate without being overwhelming, and it caught you completely off guard how...right it felt.

For a long moment, you didn't move. You simply let yourself enjoy the quiet, letting the memories of last night linger in your mind. Everything still felt surreal: the way he'd kissed you, the way his hands felt on your waist, and the way he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. This wasn't some fleeting crush or moment of drunken vulnerability. It was real, and it made your chest tighten in a way you couldn't quite explain.

His breathing shifted, and you felt him stir slightly. His golden eyes blinked open, lazily scanning the room before landing on you. He gave a slow, sleepy smirk, the kind that seemed effortless but carried a weight that sent a flutter through your stomach.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice husky and groggy, yet somehow still managing to sound effortlessly cool.

You smiled softly, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Morning," you replied, trying to suppress the giddy grin threatening to take over your face.

Kenma yawned and stretched, his arms briefly leaving you before one snaked back to rest lazily across your waist. "You move too much when you sleep," he said, his tone teasing yet calm as if he wasn't even aware of the effect his words had on you.

"Excuse me?" you said, raising an eyebrow. "I barely moved. You're the one who hogs the blanket."

Kenma hummed noncommittally, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Sure," he said, clearly unconcerned with defending himself. Instead, he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and pulled you closer again, the subtle action catching you completely off guard.

As nice as it was lying there, your stomach growled audibly, breaking the serene moment. Kenma gave you a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. "Hungry already? Figures."

You groaned, embarrassed, and pushed against his chest lightly. "Shut up. You're the one who can't function without coffee."

"Touché," he said, sitting up and running a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Drive-thru it is."

The casualness of it all—the way you fell into this unspoken rhythm with him—felt both strange and comforting. On the way to the car, he let his hand brush yours occasionally, the small contact grounding in a way you hadn't anticipated.

At the drive-thru, Kenma ordered with the same indifferent efficiency he approached most things. He knew exactly what you liked, though he'd never admit outright that he remembered those details.

"You really don't need to get extra hash browns for me," you said as he handed over his card to pay.

He gave you a side glance, his expression unreadable. "You'll steal mine anyway," he said matter-of-factly, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You felt your cheeks heat up but didn't argue. By the time you were parked outside the café, unwrapping your sandwiches and sipping on steaming cups of coffee, you found yourself relaxing into the moment.

You caught yourself watching him again. The way he looked out the window, lost in thought, or the casual way he held his coffee cup, his fingers adorned with subtle silver rings that glinted in the sunlight. He was so effortlessly himself, and you found it both infuriating and...magnetic.

Kenma caught you staring. "What?" he asked, not unkindly, though there was an unmistakable smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Nothing," you said quickly, looking down at your cup. "Just...thinking."

"About?" he pressed, leaning back in his seat as if he had all the time in the world to pry into your thoughts.

You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip before responding. "Just...this. Us. How it doesn't feel weird."

Kenma regarded you for a moment, his golden eyes unreadable. Then he shrugged lightly. "It's not supposed to feel weird," he said simply, as if that explained everything.

The nonchalance of his answer both annoyed and reassured you. Typical Kenma, never overcomplicating things. But before you could delve deeper into your swirling thoughts, he reached out and flicked your forehead lightly.

"Stop overthinking," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "Just...enjoy it."

You blinked at him, momentarily stunned by the weight behind his casual words. He didn't say much, but when he did, it always hit harder than expected.

The rest of the morning passed in comfortable ease until you arrived back at your shared apartment. Stepping inside, you were immediately met with Rin's knowing smirk. She was leaning against the counter, arms crossed like a cat waiting to pounce.

"Look who decided to show up," Rin said, her tone playful but her eyes sharp as she scanned you both.

You froze. "What are you doing here? Don't you have a shift?"

Rin waved off your question with a dramatic flourish. "I called in late. I needed to check on my dearest Y/n after your social media explosion last night."

You cringed, having completely forgotten about the whirlwind of attention you and Kenma had inadvertently stirred. Rin pulled out her phone and flashed it at you—your face plastered all over trending posts and stories.

"You two are practically celebrities now," Rin teased, scrolling through the comments with relish. "I mean, everyone's either shipping you or losing their minds over your PDA."

Kenma, unbothered, grabbed a water bottle from the counter. "People are bored," he said flatly, taking a sip.

Rin raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with his indifference. "Well, you might not care, but Y/n here has people dying to know all the juicy details."

You groaned. "There's nothing to tell. It's not like we're filming a reality show."

"Could've fooled me," Rin muttered with a grin, turning her attention back to her phone.

Kenma placed a hand on your lower back, steering you toward the living room. "Ignore her," he said under his breath.

But as the door shut behind Rin, who had finally left for work, you couldn't shake the flutter of nerves in your chest. Things were moving fast, and while you trusted Kenma, the weight of being thrust into the spotlight was something neither of you had asked for.

Kenma must have sensed your unease because, later that afternoon, as you sat curled up on the couch, he leaned over and lightly tapped your forehead.

"Stop thinking about it," he said, his voice calm but insistent. "People will talk no matter what. Just focus on us."

You glanced at him, your heart skipping a beat at the way his gaze softened when he looked at you. "You make it sound so easy."

"Because it is," he said with a faint smirk, settling back against the cushions. "You overcomplicate everything."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the small smile tugging at your lips. Kenma had a way of cutting through the noise in your head, grounding you in a way no one else could.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of lazy conversations, stolen kisses, and soft laughter that filled the small apartment. It was simple, it was quiet, and it was perfect.

────── end of chapter ──────

▸ Kenma actually hogs the bed.

authors note:

i still have finals but i might aswell update mid suffering, happy 3rd of december btw ifykyk.

i appreciate any votes+comments. stay safe, healthy, and hydrated :D