𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄. kenma kozume x reader

part 20; sad

(in japan, school ends in march)

kenma's POV;

"You look dumb," I snort. 

"I AM AWARE OF THAT," 

"Good luck getting a hat on over that hair," 

"SHUT UP,"

Kuro flounces around his room in his graduation gown and laughs hysterically at his reflection. 

"Man, I can't believe this is it," he turns around and faces me. "I'M GRADUATING, DUDE!" 

"I am aware," 

"Oh god. THIS IS SO WEIRD," 

"You wanna know what I think is weird? How you got into an actually good college. It makes no sense," 

"Shut up. My grades are good,"

I shake my head, but I have to admit he's right. 

"Make new friends next year,"

"No," 

"C'mon, I'm leaving. You should branch out more!"

"I have friends," 

"One. You have one friend. Who also happens to be your girlfriend. Get a REAL bro,"

"So before we started dating, what was she to you?"

"I- uhh a bro?"

I lift my eyebrow and shrug. "Then I guess I have 'a bro', yeah?"

"I guess. But you really should try to make new friends. Not everyone here is a piece of shit, you know?" 

"Yeah, but I'll make new friends when I want new friends," 

"Suit yourself, buddy, but don't try to call me. I'll be in college partying with a bunch of hot chicks," 

"Have fun," 

"I will," 

graduation day

"YEAH!! GO KUROO!!" y/n shouts at the stage.

The people in the auditorium start to cheer when Kuro gets called up to receive some sort of award for academic athletic bippity boppity shit I'll never really understand.

"When are you going to get one of those?" y/n tousles my hair and grins. 

"Never," I mumble. "I'm too dumb and too unathletic,"

"Lies," 

"Shut up," 

Her hand finds its way to mine and she smiles. 

"Wanna play dota later?

"Maybe. Kuro wanted us to come over," 

"What about practice?"

"Cancelled. Well, at least for third years, but he's letting me skip out. He and Kai are saying a few words or something during lunch,"

"You think he's gonna cry?"

I do. Just not in front of us. "Nope,"

She doesn't reply and stares at the stage blankly. 

"You're gonna have no friends next year," y/n laughs at me. 

"Yeah? Who are your friends, then?"

She starts to stutter. "Well, there's.. there's Yaku,"

"Yeah, Yaku, who's leaving, too. Who else?" I tease.