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#okay ngl i'm so behind on snk but everyone around me is screaming
kodzukyan · 3 years
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notes: inspired by wotakoi and my escape mechanism from the reality where i have to study for my exam👍
wc: 764
[3:04 AM] you’re not even sure when the door opened, but it brings you back to reality when the end of kenma’s hoodie sleeve wipes the tears on your face. he doesn’t ask any questions, but in between sobs and swollen eyes, you can see the concern in his golden eyes. he stays beside you, wiping your tears in silence, and his warmth calms you down to where your sobs become quiet hiccups.
“what’s wrong?” he finally asks, worried eyes locking with yours and gentle hands caressing your cheek. it sends a twinge to his heart seeing your red eyes and quivering lips.
you blink back tears and sniffle lightly before you stare at him blankly, mouth opening and closing because you don’t really know how to explain this. it’s a little embarrassing when you think about it now that kenma’s presence grounds you.
“... promise you won’t laugh?” you ask meekly, eyes shyly looking through your lashes as you chew the inside of your cheeks.
“and why would i do that?" he tilts his head in confusion and leans forward. his knee pokes out from his ripped nekoma sweatpants and brushes against the soft fabric of your hello kitty pajama pants as he pulls you in.  
you rest your head on his shoulder and inhale in his scent that you know as home. after you draw in a long breath, you finally mutter quickly in a single breath, “my favorite anime series ended.”
he stays silent for a moment before you feel the rumbles of his chest. the muffled sound of his laughter rings in the air.
“you promised you won’t laugh!” you pout as you jolt back from his embrace and stare at him in disbelief.
at your exaggerated expression, the muffled laughter tugging on his lips break into an animated cackle.
“you suck,” you huff, crossing your arms and humphing dramatically but finding yourself unable to fight the smile forming on your lips.
“sorry,” he finally offers as his laughter dies down, patting your legs softly in comfort. “you had me worried.”
“sorry,” you apologize sheepishly, “i know it shouldn’t affect me this much, but the series just means a lot to me.”
he flicks your forehead. “don’t apologize for something you love, dummy.”
as if he knows what you’re going to say, he flicks your forehead again before you could apologize again. “don’t. i already know what you’re going to say. do you want to talk about it?”
all the feelings you’ve been holding up flows out as you boisterously gush about your favorite series, animated hand gestures and facial expressions included. he rests his chin on his hand and listens attentively as you ramble, eyes following your every movement. he would occasionally offer a hum in agreement or his own commentary despite knowing next to nothing about it.
“sorry,” you start again as your face heats up in embarrassment, hands already on their way to cover your face, “i didn’t mean to ramble this much.”
he grabs your hands before you could, and he holds them close before he brushes his thumb tenderly over your knuckles. “it’s okay. i had fun.”
“good. i hope you’re never planning on watching it because it will ruin you,” you laugh as you naturally shift your hand to intertwine your fingers with his.
“i wasn’t planning on it, but maybe i will now,” he teases because he knows you will, without a doubt, watch it again with him if he ever starts it.
you softly punch his arm because you know he knows, “rude.”
he smiles before he pats your head. as you look at him and see his crinkling eyes and soft smile, love is the only word that pops into your mind. a home is four walls and a roof over your head, but you think home for you is warm golden eyes that show only love and tender hands that hold yours.
“do you still love me even after i spoiled the whole thing for you?” you joke lightly as you tug on his hand.
he only blinks once, twice, before he tugs back at your hand and smiles again. “i just love you and like seeing you happy.”
at his honest words, you can see blush forming on his face and the tip of his ears. the thundering flutter of your heart feeds into the heat radiating off your face, and as you take in his words, you only grin so widely as happiness overflows from your heart and onto your lips. you did the only thing you could think of at the moment.
you punch him.
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