Ready, Set.

Sleep

I woke up to the alarm, but Kenma was drooling still. His breathing deep and steady. Even when I slipped out from under him and pulled on clothes. I turned on the lamp and he still didn't move.

Fuck he looked so good. I already had pictures of him, too many now, on my phone but I said fuck it and took a few more. On his stomach, on leg and his back sticking out from under the sheets, his face puffy and lips slightly open.

He could've been on a billboard and I wouldn't have second guessed it. He was beautiful. But it was time to wake the beast and he was such a grump.

"Kenma." I said softly, also not wanting to wake my parents. Their room was downstairs but my nerves were heightened since it was nearly midnight.

"Mm" he groaned.

I just wanted to get back in bed with him.

"Come on lets get you home." He groaned more, turning his face into the bed and stretching his arms up to the headboard.

"I don't wanna." He mumbled into the bed.

"I know," I laughed, "but let's go." He kicked off the sheets before looking back at me,

"Help me up." He whined. I grabbed his arms and slid him off the bed, wrapping them around my neck.

"Now what?" He asked and threw his head into my chest.

"Get dressed, we gotta go." I said. He whined and rolled his eyes at me.

"Don't think I'm letting you walk me home." He mumbled, pulling away from me and stumbling over to his duffle bag.

"Kenma, you can't even see straight how am I supposed to sleep tonight with you on the loose in Tokyo?" I watched him slide into his clean change of clothes.

"Ill be fine," he mumbled and held the wall to stand back up.

"Kenma, no. I'm walking you home." I said and grabbed my phone and house keys. He sighed,

"Is it any use argueing?" He didn't grin but i image He would've if he hadn't just woken up from a nap.

"Of course not." I laughed. I grabbed his bag for him and watched a shiver run over him as we left my room. I yanked my jacket off the back of my door and pushed it over his shoulders

"You can wear this if you send a pic in the am with it on." I said and kissed his forehead. He didn't have to send a pic, but I High key wanted another one of him in my jacket. I had two now but I'd never have enough.

"I'll send two," he mumbled, "you'll only like one of them." He pushed against my side.

"I'd like anything as long as you're in it." I whispered as we began down the stairs. He sighed quietly and followed me, his hands disappeared beneath the sleeves of the jacket and he didn't bother to roll them up.

We successfully got outside without my parents waking up

"Do they know?" He asked as we started walking.

Ah, the age old question.

"Know what?" I asked, I knew what he meant but I didn't want to answer him. I didn't want to ask myself for the longest time.

"Kuroo.." he sighed.

"My mom? Yes. My dad..." I just trailed off. He could piece it together

"Has He never asked or He just doesn't care?" Ouch Kenma.

"It more like he's in his own world." I said. Kenma slipped his hands around my arm, the jacket sleeves still dangling past his fingers.

"Well, I'm sure you're part of it." He leaned his head on my arm.