❝Love is the cure and the disease. ❞ K.KxT.K
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*.·:·.☽✧In which a boy who swore to never love, fell into the hands of the one who broke his promise✧☾.·:·.*
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KENMA GROANED AS HE DIED ONCE AGAIN IN THE GAME HE WAS PLAYING.
Dark souls, the game that he'd been trying to finish for so long but never got passed the swamp level had to kill him just when he was about to touch the bonfire as a save point. People in the livestream's chatroom started going beserk when he died for the 10th time in a row. He and his fans related to eachother in a way that made him feel comfortable and at ease. He didn't feel lonley when he was interacting with his fellow watchers, he felt wanted and loved.
Something he never seemed to feel latley.
"Alright, I'm going to end it here..." Kenma said, pressing escape on his keyboard, everyone in the chat let out small protests, but nevertheless the let him go with some simple 'bye's as he ended the video recording.
For a while, Kenma stared at his screen, his mind blank and his body still.
He thought about getting the surgery for hanahaki, however he stopped himself last minute when he was about to go into the operation room once.
He didn't like the idea of sharp objects poking at him which was ironic since he had roses practically ripping his throat.
But the main reason why he didn't want to get it was because of Kuroo.
Even if the ravenette didn't love him back, Kenma couldn't bring himself to forget him. He couldn't bring himself to loose him.
Even if it lead to his death.
So when Kenma sat up from his gaming chair and strode to his room, he took a small peek at the picture frame which was faced down.
He felt the bile in his throat, but he swallowed it down.
Hopefully, Kuroo was living safe and sound, in his single apartment with his cats and dogs.
