Princess Peach. // Kenma Kozume x reader

8.

    A few hours had passed and she somehow managed to get me to play just dance with her. I have no idea how I got here, but I'm winning and that's all I care about. We sat down, sweaty and out of breath as we looked at each other. After a few minutes of silent eye contact, she stood up, slapping her hands against her thighs as she grabbed her phone. She quickly turned the TV off and turned on her giant speakers, which were pink and lit up different colored LEDs to the rhythm of the music. She played a song that I didn't quite understand as it was in English, but it sounded catchy. I smiled and laughed as she danced stupidly, pointing to me as she sang along horribly. She stopped abruptly and picked up her cat Dean and danced with him in her arms.

Your POV

    Listening to Out of My League is and always has been a song that would undoubtedly get me hype for nothing, but as I danced around like an idiot with Kenma watching, I finally listened to the lyrics. I stopped and turned the music off, turning the TV back on. I plopped down next to him, close enough that our arms were touching, and I spoke into my remote to open youtube.
    "Alexa, turn off the lights in the living room!" I spoke out loud, earning a look from Kenma. I smiled as I looked him in his eyes.
    "What do you wanna watch?" I ask.
    He shrugs and looks away from me, his hand around the back of his neck. This was when I realized literally how bad I am at trying to flirt. I groaned out loud at the thought of him having a girlfriend already, which caused him to raise an eyebrow at me. I shook it off and we watched Markiplier together, the couch getting comfier and comfier as I grew tired. Before I knew it, I fell asleep.

Kenma's POV

   I felt a bit of pressure on my arm, so I looked down to see (y/n) passed out leaning on me. I smiled, not hesitating to pet her head. Her hair was soft, and the top of her head was warm. As I gently entangled my fingers in her hair, she nudged closer, grabbing my free arm. She's everything I imagined her to be. And she's right here. In my arms. It was enough to make me want to cry, but I didn't. I leaned back, holding onto her as she slept. I adjusted her so she was actually laying down, and luckily she stayed sleeping. I gently lowered her head down into a pillow on my lap and I sighed, wrapping my arms around her. I stayed up until around three am playing different mobile games and scrolling through Instagram. Eventually, I fell asleep, my entire future sleeping on my lap.