The Brain of the Gang [Kenma Kozume x Reader]✔️

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After changing your bedsheets, you ended up laying down in bed. Your thighs are aching and you still have a slight headache from drinking so much.

Neither you nor Kenma wants to talk about the night before, both of you knowing it was due to the drunk impulses. As you are laying down on the bed, you just look up at the ceiling with thoughts running through your head.

Thinking back to last night, you never knew Kenma could be so dominant. Of course, you've seen the way he fights and everything, but he's always so quiet and calm so it was a surprising thing to find out. You've never even scratched someone's back like that before.

Especially in the way you did. You grab a pillow and put it overtop your face, screaming into it.

"I-is this a bad time?"

You remove the pillow and look at where you heard the voice from. "No, it's fine. Ignore that," you say with a giggle, realizing it's Kenma.

Kenma walks towards you and says, "Keiji got the ointment." He holds the tube out to you and you grab it from him.

"Oh, okay. Sit on the bed in front of me and I'll put it on your back. Do you want me to do your shoulders too?" He nods his head and crawls onto the bed, sitting down in front of you. Kenma hisses as he takes his shirt off and your eyes widen at the sight of the scratches again.

"I really am sorry about those... Didn't know I could do that."

Kenma looks down and mumbles, "It's fine."

You put some ointment on your hand and carefully start to rubbing it onto his back, Kenma wincing in pain but making sure not to move. The warmth of your hand causes some relief to his back.

Breaking the silence, Kenma decides it's time to ask about the past, about if she saved him. He's purposely been holding it off because he isn't sure how he is supposed to feel if she had been the one who helped him. The only reason Kenma even remembers that someone helped him escape is because Tetsuro explained what he knew happened from that night. He has a feeling Tetsuro knows more than he was letting on but he didn't want to try to pry it out of him.

"Y/n." You hum in acknowledgment and he asks, "When you were younger... did you ever uh help a kid?"

You stop rubbing the ointment onto his back, your hand staying where it's at. "What do you mean by help?" you ask.

He turns slightly, still looking down. "Uhm, escape your mansion... he was eight at the time," he says.

You start rubbing the ointment again causing him to hiss in pain again. "Ah- Sorry."

"It's fine.."

You think about it, trying to remember. A kid around eight years old? You wonder if he could be talking about himself or if he's talking about someone else he knows. Thinking about it, you remember helping someone when you were little.

A little boy with brown... no black hair and golden eyes like the sun. "K-kenma... your hair is black and eyes are golden right?" you ask slowly, your hand not moving anymore. Kenma turns at the sudden stop in movement, now facing towards you.

He nods his head, feeling confused. "Y-you're alright, you're okay- oh my god..." You can barely speak at the realization. Kenma is the one that you and your brother saved from death when you were a kid. You can't believe you ever forgot about that.

Kenma stares at you in confusion, not understanding what is going through your head right now. "What is it?" he asks.

"When I was five- M-my brother and I helped our f-friend because mom and dad were going to kill him... A-are you-?"