𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐩 / 𝘬. 𝘬𝘰𝘻𝘶𝘮𝘦

𝐂𝐡. 𝟐𝟐

Kenma couldn't sleep, he tried to. But he only stared at his ceiling hoping something would happen, but nothing did. Kenma's only escape had been to sleep now; but since he couldn't seem to do that he decided to grab a drink of water. Kenma walked down his hallway, the house floorboards creaking with every movement he made. He ignored it before climbing back into his bed, he opened the water taking a sip of it.

A vibrate made him look at his drawer, his phone glowed. Kenma groned before setting the water down and grabbing his phone, he pressed the green button. He would've continued to ignore the calls but he knew it would only get worse, he knew exactly who it was too. And Kuroo could be smothering...and he was persistent at times too.

Kenma let out a groggy, "What?". But before he could get anything else out Kuroo was practically chewing off his neck.

"Finally you answer the fucking phone! Kynma you had me worried sick."

Kenma pulled the phone away from his ear, muttering a small 'sorry.' He wanted to tell Kuroo to go away and he was fine and how he should just worry about graduating from college or something other than him.

"Everyone else is worried about you, Kenma."

"They shouldn't be, I'm fine."

He wasn't, it was obvious and it was obvious to Kuroo also seeing how he heard a deep sigh from the other line.

"No, you're not, Kenma." He sighed again, Kenma starting to hate that noise. "You can't keep being cooped up in your room."

"I'm not doing that either."

"You are."

Kenma looked around his room. "What did you call for." He asked, his time slightly shifting to an annoyed one.

"To talk about what happened." Even though Kenma knew exactly what Kuroo meant, he wished he didn't though he asked. "Talk about what?"

"You know what I'm talking about! Between you and soulmate-chan."

"Can you stop calling them that?" Kenma asked, "There name is Y/n, and we...we aren't talking anymore."

'Cause they got sick of you.'

Kenma ignored the voice inside him, and he heard Kuroo from the other line. "I heard, why not?" He asked. Kenma glared slightly, it wasn't his business. Even if he was Kenma's best friend he shouldn't care. Kenma then got angry, angry at this whole thing, angry at you, his family for always leaving, and angry at himself.

"Because! They don't care about me anymore okay? Is that what you wanted to hear." He felt his jaw tighten. "And I don't care anymore, It's...it's there fault for making me feel like this. And I don't need them, soulmates aren't real this feeling I felt for them wasn't real either."

"I don't know why you're so worried about this, or me. I'm fine okay." Kenma croaked out.

God, he hated this. He felt his eyes burn with tears, "I said I didn't need them, and I mean it. I don't need anyone to keep fucking bugging me I'm fine." He reported. He wiped his eyes, "Why do you even care, like I don't get it. I told everyone I was fine so just leave me alone." Kenma said.

Before Kuroo could speak Kenma quickly hung up the phone. Tears rolling down his face the white screen before him blurry he threw his phone onto the bed. He didn't need anyone...

Kenma didn't hate a lot of things. But he hated this, hated everyone around him. He knew he shouldn't, but he did. Kenma wiped more of the tears that continued to pour away from his face. But he then stopped, his sleeves then stained with the wetness of his tears.

'Look what you did, now everyone does hate you.'

Kenma shut his eyes tightly, the voice loud and it rang in his hand. Probably everyone did hate him, he'd hate himself too if he already didn't.

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