Two weeks had passed and you and Kenma returned to meeting on the roof at night. He had seemed a lot more quiet than usual, you looked over at him. He was always quiet, sure. But this one was a lot different.
"Kenma? You okay?" He hummed a little, you assumed he was saying he was fine. "It's just you haven't talked in a while..so.." You trailed off.
"I don't have anything to say right now," Kenma said bluntly. You flinched at the sudden bluntness. "Oh, alright..." You said. You felt awkward with the current situation, it wasn't like he hadn't talked much before. But, right now you couldn't say anything.
"So how's volleyball going?" You asked. Which he groaned, "Why do you even care?"
You stopped before looking away from him. "Well, cause you and your team are good?" You questioned. Kenma rolled his eyes, "Well it doesn't matter anymore."
"What do you mean it doesn't matter anymore?" You asked, now looking over at him. "Like I said it doesn't matter," Kenma repeated.
"But you're good? And you seem like you like it." You argued. "It just doesn't matter to me anymore! Quit butting in!" Your eyes widened a little at the sudden yell. "Fine."
You looked away from Kenma. An awkward silence formed itself in between you, Kenma looked over at you. You were looking down at the street, a small frown on your face. He didn't mean to yell at you, he didn't even think he was going to yell at you moments ago.
"Kuro is graduating soon." Kenma sighed. "It's close to his last day." Kenma started.
"And they put me as next captain." His words came softly as he spoke. "And there's just so much pressure? I mean I'm gonna miss Kuro and them but I dunno if I'm ready or even good enough to be captain." Kenma hesitated.
"I don't think I can do this." He rambled on, until you turned to him. "Kenma, hey calm down." You said calmly, your hands hesitant before you found yourself taking his face into your hands. He flinched a little from the sudden touch, before he found himself accepting the newly found touch. He would've pushed your hands away, but for some reason, he didn't want to.
"You're gonna be a great captain, you hear me." Your voice came softly, which Kenma couldn't help but find comfort in. He looked away from you, "You think so?"
"I know so."
Kenma chuckled a little, he could feel all his worries, anger, stress all fade from him. He leaned into your touch his hand made its way to yours, his fingers lightly resting on your wrist. His fingers were cold, but you didn't mind since you probably guessed that he thought your hands were cold too, seeing how yours held his face.
"I'm sorry for yelling at you." He muttered. "I'm sorry for prying into your life."
"But I like it when you do." He said, "It makes me feel needed?" He questioned. Kenma didn't know what he was talking about, Well, he did. He knew his heart was beating so fast, that he could've sworn he was dying and how he liked your touch that made him feel so safe and warm.
Would it be weird if he told you, you felt like his home? He felt so safe, and god you even smelled like it. Kenma didn't understand what it meant to feel like you were at home, till right now. He understood, home didn't have to be a place, it was something he had to feel. And God, you felt like home. From your touch, to the way you talked to him, to everything you did.
You were Kenma's home.
And Kenma as much as he hated to admit it, it was true. Kenma couldn't help but wonder when he thought of stupid things like that?
Kenma felt your hands leave his face. Which, all of a sudden made him cold. The warmth still felt there but slowly faded away, "Kenma did you hear me?" You asked.
"What?" He asked confused. Did he get so distracted that he didn't hear what you said? Well, I of course.
You sighed before smiling. "I said, you make me feel needed too." Kenma looked over at you, your eyes glancing up at the stars. The ends of his lips curled into a smile, before he looked up at the stars himself. He forgot when the last time he's looked at them, they still looked the same to him. And they still gave him that certain feeling that he couldn't describe, maybe it was hope? He still couldn't understand it.
"Kenma."
"Y/n?" Kenma caught onto the fact when you called his name, you were either going to ask a serious unanswerable question or something idiotic in his book.
"Do you think soulmates are just two souls born from the same stars?"
Kenma shrugged. He realized you couldn't see what he was doing since you two were to caught up into looking at the sky. He thought about it as both of you sat in comfortable silence.
"Yeah, I think so. I like the idea of that." Kenma answered. A smile made its way to your face. "Why?"
"Just a random thought." You reply. Kenma turned to you, before he chuckled.
"You're so weird."
"Am not!"
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐩 / 𝘬. 𝘬𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘮𝘦
RomanceSomehow you always found yourself looking at Kenma instead of the starry night sky. • • • Was it weird that he couldn't get you out of his head either? [⚠️WARNINGS: This story contains hidden mentions of suicide, and some strong language⚠️]