𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 𝐊. 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

# twenty-eight

#28 | CASUAL DATES

The morning sun filtered through your blinds, bright enough to stir you awake. You groaned, squinting at the clock. It was already past 1 PM—so much for an early start. Stretching your arms, you reached for your phone and found a text waiting from Kenma.

"hi, be ready by 2 pm. im picking you up," it read in his usual dry style. You chuckled at his straightforwardness before sitting up quickly, realizing the time. You had less than an hour. Definitely should start setting alarms, you thought.

Rushing to get ready, you opted for a navy blue sweater, dark jeans, and your Air Forces. You checked the time—2:03—just as a call from "kenny boy" lit up your screen.

"Im outside," he said, not bothering with a greeting.

"What happened to 'hello' or 'how are you'?" you teased.

"You know I'm saving that for later," he replied, his tone holding a hint of amusement.

You grabbed your things and headed out. Kenma was waiting by his car, casually checking himself in the side mirror. When he noticed you approaching, he straightened up and opened the passenger door for you.

"Ladies first," he said with a slightly mocking bow, eyes glinting with his trademark deadpan charm.

"Kenma, you're my boyfriend, not my butler," you laughed as you slipped into the car.

Kenma raised an eyebrow as he got in on the driver's side. "Say that again," he challenged, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"Not my butler?" you teased, knowing full well what he wanted to hear.

"No, the other part," he replied, his eyes flickering with amusement.

Rolling your eyes, you finally gave in. "Fine, boyfriend," you said, but with a playful tone.

Kenmas ears turn red but he lays it off with a casual smile, then starts "Anyway, how are you on this fine afternoon? I'm guessing you haven't eaten breakfast yet."

"Of course not, it's Saturday," you shrugged. "Mornings don't exist on Saturdays."

Kenma rolled his eyes, amused. "Well, I'm taking you somewhere nice. You're mine for the whole day."

"Oh, is that right?" you teased, leaning back. "Taking me hostage, are you?"

"Mm, something like that," he replied, his tone daring, his hand brushing over yours briefly before shifting gears. "Now just sit back and enjoy."

As he drove, you slipped into easy conversation, each topic flowing effortlessly into the next. After some banter about the latest game releases and a quick debate on who'd win in a speedrun challenge, you finally reached his destination—a cozy café nestled in a quiet neighborhood. The air was filled with the smell of fresh pastries and coffee, and you both settled into a corner booth.

The two of you ordered, and as you finished your meal, you couldn't help but protest, "The food was amazing, but I'm sad you didn't let me pay."

Kenma leaned back, giving you a faintly exasperated look. "I'm taking you out; you can't be the one paying."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I know, but still. I know you're loaded, but don't act like a sugar daddy! Do I look like a sugar baby?"

Kenma gave a dry smile. "You're acting like one right now," he replied, before you lightly elbowed his arm. "Ow. But seriously, don't worry about it," he added, chuckling at your reaction.

"So," you said after a beat, "what's next? You said I'm yours for the whole day, right?"

He shrugged, a hint of a smirk lingering on his face. "Didn't plan much. We're going where the wind takes us."

You grinned. "You sound like a grandpa."

Without missing a beat, he gave you a deadpan look. "Takes one to know one."

You laughed, and soon the two of you were back on the street, hand-in-hand, strolling in easy comfort. Just as you were walking past an arcade, inspiration struck.

"Hey, let's go in!" you suggested excitedly. "Loser has to do something for the winner. Deal?"

Kenma looked at you, his lips twitching. "You sure about that? You know games are my thing."

"Bro... I'm a gamer, too," you reminded him with a smug grin.

"Bro? Ouch," he drawled, giving you a half-amused, half-mock-offended look. "I thought I was your boyfriend."

You laughed, tugging him toward the entrance. "Game on, boyfriend. I'm still gonna win."

Inside, you were both quickly engrossed in a fierce competition of every game you could find, from racing to air hockey and every shooter game in between. True to his word, Kenma was relentless, winning nearly every match, though you managed to pull off a few wins yourself. The points were close, and with the score tied on the final shooter game, you decided to pull one last trick out of your sleeve.

Without warning, you turned toward him, grabbed his face with both hands, and pressed your lips firmly against his. Kenma's body tensed for a split second, caught off guard, but then he leaned in, pulling you closer with one arm wrapped around your waist. The flashing lights and sounds around you faded, and the game's timer blared in the background, forgotten as you melted into the kiss.

After a beat, Kenma pulled back slightly, an amused, challenging glint in his eyes. "Playing dirty, huh?"

You smirked, trying to look nonchalant despite the rapid pounding of your heart. "Didn't know you'd be so easy to distract."

"Easy?" he scoffed, still holding you close. "You think that's gonna let you win?" His thumb brushed your side in a way that sent a chill up your spine, and his eyes narrowed, that teasing edge sharpening. "If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask."

"Oh yeah?" you replied, letting out a laugh, though you felt heat rise in your cheeks.

"Really." He handed you back the blaster, not taking his eyes off you. "But if you try that again, I might have to return the favor. Just don't expect me to stop there next time."

That sly smirk sent butterflies into a full-on frenzy, but you managed to keep your cool. "You wouldn't have it in you," you challenged.

He chuckled lowly, leaning in close to your ear, his voice just above a whisper. "I guess we'll find out then, won't we?"

You glanced down, realizing the game had already timed out—with Kenma's character winning. He raised his arms triumphantly, though that smug smirk was still aimed right at you. You couldn't hide your smile, even though you rolled your eyes.

"Fine, fine," you sighed, feigning defeat. "Guess I'll admit you're better. But don't let it go to your head."

He looked over, eyebrows raised as he crossed his arms, clearly enjoying himself. "It's not bragging if it's true, sweetheart."

The pet name sent an unexpected flutter through you, and you swallowed, trying to hide your reaction. But Kenma caught it, his lips quirking upward slightly.

"So, what's your wish?" you asked, hands on your hips, doing your best to look unimpressed.

Kenma tilted his head thoughtfully, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He reached down to brush a strand of hair from your face, his voice taking on a soft, almost dangerous undertone as he finally said, "You'll just have to wait and see."

────── end of chapter ──────

▸ Kenma plans something evil for his wish, just wait and see!

authors note:

HOORAY i finished finals which means updates every other day (i hope) im gonna be posting a few more chapters today as compensation for my disappearance

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