k e n m a
A/N: This'll be told in 3rd person POV, sorta Kenma idk
Kozume Kenma is not one of many friends.
It didn't bother him, Kenma prefers it this way. It's usual for Kenma to spend his day alone, absorbed in his video games.
What is unusual is getting a text very early in the morning from Kenma's so-called-stalker, y/n, telling him to come to their house.
It wasn't like Kenma didn't like y/n, quite the opposite actually, Kenma enjoyed y/n's company.
Kenma enjoyed how y/n will ramble on and on about stories, but stay quiet and actually listen to his.
Kenma enjoyed how he never felt uncomfortable around y/n, or how y/n would laugh at their own stupid jokes, he liked that y/n never pushed past his boundaries but remained close enough that Kenma kind of wished they would-
But that's not the point
The point is, getting a text message saying 'come over' at five thirty in the morning and actually coming over, from a different city, is not something Kenma would do.
He did it though.
He actually debated back and forth over the phone, but then y/n offered to give him an apple pie so of course he had to follow through.
He was just doing this for the pie.
Not because he wanted to see y/n.
Totally.
Glancing up from his phone to the address of the house in front of him, Kenma was debating whether to go inside or not.
On one hand, y/n could've just tricked him and sent him a random address, though Kenma has no explanation to why y/n would do that.
On the other hand y/n might kidnap him.
Kenma decided that the second one is more likely- solely based on y/n's personality.
Oh well. Kenma thought to himself, walking up to the front door. I'll be getting an apple pie out of this.
The black haired boy was now on the front steps to the house, before he could have a chance to knock, loud footsteps could be heard running towards the door.
The door slammed open, revealing a very distressed y/n, wearing a light lavender hoodie on and gray baggy sweatpants.
What stood out the most was that y/n was holding a pair of very sharp scissors in their hand.
Kenma stood there, a little more than confused at y/n's disheveled appearance. "Uh..." Kenma turned back around to leave. "I'll be going now-"
"KENMA STAY-" Y/n dragged the poor boy back into the house, closing the front door behind them.
I was right. I got kidnapped.
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"So..." The setter was now sitting on the bathroom floor, y/n standing in front of the mirror across from him. "You want to cut your hair?"
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