Descending Grief //KenHina//

Chapter 2: Yet another day.

tw: semi panic attack

Kenma awoke the next morning to birds chirping in their usual fashion, the occasional car honk, and of course, the ever annoying phone alarm. 

Ringing annoyingly, loudly, irritably, any negative adjective possible to describe this wretched phone alarm. Kenma groaned in anguish, he had a restless sleep, waking up every few hours in a cold sweat, then taking thirty minutes to fall back asleep. This particular night he had probably only gotten three hours of rest. 

Kenma buried his head into the pillows, attempting to maybe ignore the alarm, to no avail. Pulled the covers over his head, and you could hear it loud and clear. 

Loud. And very, very, clear. 

Alarms. Were quite annoying. Very. 

He sat up, rubbing his eyes, yawning, like most did when one wakes up. He silenced his phone, momentarily checking his notifications, and got out of bed. The sullen mood he had fallen asleep with the other night stuck with him like glue. The feeling of something weighing you down, and the jittery feeling of intense anxiety. 

Exiting the room, Kenma could spot Oikawa slurping down his coffee in an attempt to wake himself up quickly, although it didn't work, gulping down scalding hot liquids of any type certainly would wake you up. 

"Heyyy, Kenmaa! Did you not sleep well? I can tell by your eye bags! You definitely need those covered, can I heelp?" Oikawa chided from his spot in the living room. 

Kenma ignored him, as usual, because responding would cause a conversation, and a conversation with Oikawa could last hours. Kenma had a meeting to go to. He got his usual breakfast, toast and some other things, and retreated to his room to edit and eat his breakfast. 

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Oikawa burst through the door, two coats in hand, along with two pairs of shoes right as Kenma began exporting his new video. 

"Kenma! Tell me which one is better?! Beige cashmere cardigan, or- or blue silk overcoat?! And Suede or leather?!" 

"What for?" Kenma groaned. 

"My DAtE with Iwa-chan of course!" Oikawa acted like it was obvious, which it wasn't because this is how Oikawa acted every day on an hourly basis. 

Kenma signaled with his hands which ones he thought, which were purposely the ugly combination, so that Oikawa would once again; leave and grumble that Kenma had no fashion sense, then pick the combination Kenma hadn't chosen.

Oikawa was too shallow to notice the way Kenma did this of course. 

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Kodzuken:

@OikawaBich is being oh so very dumb. He asked me to pick an outfit when we all know that all I wear are sweats and sweatshirts. 

OikawaBich:

@Kodzuken STOP BEING SO RUUUDE (ಠ ∩ಠ)

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Kenma drove to Bouncing Ball Corp's HQ, arrived just three minutes late, and successfully feigned happiness. The overwhelming feeling of boring emanated from the building. Sure, Kenma had started this company, therefore should feel a bit more positive about it, but meetings were the most boring of all of the things he had to attend to. Social interaction was not his thing. At all. The social awkwardness that could incur if he attempted to start conversations outweighed anything good that would come of it. Kenma opted to stay silent and nod to whatever was being said to show engagement. 

"So, what do you think?" Suna completed, after droning off about a new pitch idea. 

Kenma hummed a reply, indifferent to the idea, but still slightly disapproving of it.