F̶o̶l̶l̶o̶w̶ Fuck the Rulebook - Kenma Kozume

Extra hands - C25

After practice, everyone helped pack up, playfully messing around while getting the job done. Akasuki grabbed a trolley starting to push it towards the closet, almost done, suddenly a pair of hands grabbed the trolley helping her move it, what? She glanced up to see Kenma pulling the trolley, eyes set on the balls, the heat rising through her body. He doesn't need to help her? It only takes one person? They got the trolley into the closet, Akasuki glancing at Kenma as he repositioned it correctly leaving the closet. Strange, but strange enough to make her heart race, fuck, she took a deep breath jogging out of the closest spotting Sō open his mouth pointing towards her, she knew exactly what he was about to shout, she shook her head slightly amused at him as his lips curled up into a smile preventing him from yelling. So stupidly amusing, she scooped her bag up slinging it over her shoulder heading towards the door,

"I'll catch you guys tomorrow."

Shōhei unexpectedly spoke up catching Akasuki's attention,

"we're actually gonna hang out after this, do you wanna join us?"

She glanced at the others, thinking to herself, maybe tonight was better to be by herself and reread some old books, she shook her head smiling,

"thanks, but my books are calling me, maybe some other time."

Shōhei nodded somewhat satisfies with her answer,

"enjoy your books."

"Thanks, you enjoy your, hanging out," she insisted backing towards the door, "see ya guys."

There was a chorus of goodbyes in response to her. This is probably going to be the first time she's walked home alone in a while. She stepped out into the cold evening taking a deep breath, let's go home. Through the walk, the silence started to bother Akasuki more than usual, shit, she pulled out her phone dialling her mother. She just needed some company, she picked up almost instantly,

"hey honey."

"Hey mum, uh, I was wondering what's for dinner tonight?" Akasuki asked quietly, such a dumb question.

She heard her mother hum,

"I haven't started, by the sounds of you, I think I should make your favourite."

How can she sense that through the phone?

"Please," Akasuki asked.

There's nothing her mother can't fix with food.

"Of course, be safe and we'll talk when you get home," her mother claimed.

"Thank you, I'm almost home," Akasuki insisted, hanging up.

Some good food, a fantastic book, and her mother's company will keep her spirits high.

-Homework?-

Akasuki turned the page, her eyes scavenging the words eagerly reading onwards, nestling further into her bed the interest digging deeper. A soft knock on the door briefly stirred her attention.

"Come in," Akasuki spoke out, her eyes on the book still.

The door opened, her mother's voice filling the room,

"I brought dessert," she sat upon the bed holding a small bowl containing a brownie and some ice cream beside it.

Akasuki lifted her head placing her book to the side as she took the bowl with the spoon,

"thank you," she started to take small bites chewing slowly letting the flavour settle over her taste buds, amazing.

Her mother settled back into the bed watching her happily,