Princess Peach. // Kenma Kozume x reader

10.

Your POV

    I smiled at the boy as he walked out, only for it to fade once the door was shut. It can't be true. I can't have feelings for some random fan. No. He's not just a fan. He's a sweet guy who's really fun to be around. Yeah, that's what he is. He's a good person.
    I sigh as I let my thoughts overtake me. Dean walks up and rubs against my leg, so I bend down and begin to pet him. It only took a few seconds for tears to begin to fall down my face.
    "You know what, Dean? I hate feelings. If my fans found out I liked this guy, they'd go ballistic." I mumble, picking up the cat and hugging him. He purred louder as all he probably cared about was the attention. I stand up and walk over into the living room with Dean, sitting down in the spot Kenma was in.
    As I sat there, TV blasting, I decided to pick up my phone and just scroll like I always do. It took a few minutes for me to get a text notification, but I waited a few minutes so I could finish reading an article about me.
    I cringe at the picture they used and switched over to my text messages, opening the recent one.
    It was from Kenma.

I shuddered at the dry response he had given me, yet I was smiling. I stood up and turned the TV off. Walking over to the bathroom, I look myself in the mirror and my eyes go wide. I look like shit. God, that poor guy had to see this mess.
I trudge my way up the stairs and grab clothes, only to find my way into the upstairs bathroom to take a shower.
I let the water hit me as I stood there. I'd be lying if I said that his simple "k" didn't scare the ever loving hell out of me. I let the conditioner in my hair sit as I dealt with everything else, then rinsed it out.
By now I was sitting in my room, waiting for my hair to dry. It was 10:36 and I still had some time left before he'd get here.
For some reason, my depression struck, and I had a strong urge to cancel. I sat on my bed in silence, staring at my text screen.
"Should I?" I thought to myself.
    "What if I hurt his feelings? No, he probably doesn't even care about me. I mean, I'm just a wannabe, right? A stupid gamer. A high school dropout." I mumble to myself, my head rested in my hands. This was a normal thing I went through every day. Constantly doubting my decisions, regretting tiny motions I did or words I said, worrying about literally everything.
    I go downstairs and make a cup of coffee in hopes of it bringing my energy from earlier back. It never really works, but I can still try, right?
    As I watched tv, I drank my coffee and waited.
    I waited for him to show up again, even though he basically just left three hours ago.

    I threw my shoes on and walked out the door, smiling at the boy behind my gate. I walked up to him and he scratched the back of his head.
    "So, where we heading?" I ask.
    "The school. Just follow me." He says, grabbing my arm. My face began to heat up. His hands were large but they were gentle and surprisingly soft. I followed beside him, occasionally looking up at his face just to see it.
    For some reason, being around him made me feel at peace. The same type of peace I felt during my last attempt. Like my worries meant nothing anymore and I could finally rest.
    It took me a minute or so to realize he had moved his hand onto mine, enclosing my tiny hand in his fingers.
    I looked down, thousands of emotions I haven't felt in years finally spilling back. The pain, the love, the feeling of worth. I began to silently cry, hoping he wouldn't notice.
    He did.