《ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ||ᴋ.ᴋᴏᴢᴜᴍᴇ †》chapter 35†
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"y/n" kenma sniffled as you looked at him with a soft gaze.
"kenma... I don't know what happened" I mumbled back, staring at my shakey hands with furrowed brows.
"Y/N!" 6 different voices yelled, barging into the room causing my heart to skip a beat.
"y/n..." Remy cried, tackling me into a hug with everyone following. tears fell out of everyone's eyes as they all bombarded me with questions.
"i- im okay! I don't know what happened... " I muttered into Remy's chest, her fingers gripping my shirt as she bawled her eyes out.
"Y/N!" a familiar voice yelled from the hall.
"omi?" I murmured, looking through the crowd to see a wide-eyed kiyoomi, his bag falling from his shoulder whilst his eyes flooded with tears that he tried so hard to keep back.
his hands were shaking and his lips were quivering, everyone was looking at the two of you, waiting for some sort of communication that quickly came after kiyoomi tackled me into a hug, his eyes streaming with tears as he sobbed, gripping onto my shirt and his breathing mismatching.
"I thought you died... you died...." his voice cracked, my hospital gown getting drenched with his tears.
"don't leave me again...please" he murmured, lifting his head to look me in the eyes. I was silently crying, gripping his shirt while the guilt slowly took over.
'i wanted to die... so badly...' i thought, dropping my head onto his shoulder softly, more tears left my eyes as he cried even more.
Remy was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, knees up to her chest as she cried. kuroo tried to comfort her in every way possible to which she cried even more.
"At least she's not dead?" he tried to comfort her, rubbing her back gently before she looked up with the biggest death glare ever.
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"but what if she did? you're not helping, go home." she spat, smacking his muscular shoulder to which he chuckled a bit.
"I got told by y/n that I have to look after you so your my new child" he stated, picking the small girl up and slinging her over his shoulder
"put me down! I'm gonna fall you stupid bodybuilder!" she whined, smacking his back whilst I giggled at the immature girl.
'was he seriously gonna go all out and baby Remy if I died? he's so sweet'
I felt kiyoomi let go of the hug, standing up straight and wiping his tears away whilst placing a mask back over his face
"I'm never crying again," he muttered, rocking back and forth on his feet.
I chuckled at his comment, giving him a bright smile.
"im fine with that"
you had to spend a couple weeks in the hospital to recover since you were still weak.
you did develop an eating disorder and you couldn't eat without being sick, it was still pretty hard to sleep as well but it slowly blew over for the better. everyone still came and visited, even some old friends from high school.
such as
-the kurasuno 3rd years
-Tsuki & yams
-Yuu & Tanaka
-shoyo & Kageyama
-aran, the twins & Kita
even coach ukai came which was surprising.
you had about a week 'till you were gonna be released and everyone said that it would be better if I lived at Hiro's but you didn't want to leave kenma alone in the dorms.
kenma, hiro and suna walked in with some food, kenma sitting in the same chair he always does without fail.
"who was sitting in my chair last?" he asked you, his eyes glaring at everyone in the room.
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"coach ukai did, why is something wrong?" you asked with a giggle, placing your phone down on your lap.
"...he's moved it 12 times and now it's on an 83-degree angle, not 90."
"...im...sorry? just move it back? what difference does it make anyway?"
"from an 83-degree angle, you can see the door more. a 90-degree angle helps me see who is coming in and out of the door, how big or small the shadow is and I can still look over to you with minimal effort."
"...what the fu-"
"I GOT IT! SHELDON FROM THE BIG BANG THEORY!" hiro called out, pointing to kenma who was averting his chair to the "perfect" angle.
"BYE, I SEE IT" rin wheezed, opening a jelly stick packet.
"...no I'm not" kenma muttered, hiding his face with his hair.
"aw you guys are gonna make him cry" you giggled
"and your his amy" suna commented, your face dropping instantly.
"guess you like amy pussy then"
"... I do not" suna shrunk in his chair, his brows lowering as he puts a childish pout on his face
"kenma?" suna sighed, sitting back up with a hopeful smile on his face.
"hmm?"
"do you want to share y/n with me-"
"no."
"she was mine first" suna scoffed, slurping the jelly stick up with a huff.
"she was yours first, now she's with me and she'll stick with me, end of story"
"it's giving not sharing so you don't care about me"
"Never said I did in the first place"
"selfish, rude. WHO NEEDS A WOMAN ALL TO THEMSELVES HUH? IT GIVES IMPRISONMENT ."
"y/n, am I imprisoning you?"
"Not that I know of no," you said with a smile, continuing on your phone as you and hiro blocked the 2 out.
"see? im not imprisoning her!"
"have you put it inside? hmm?"
"...what does that have to do with anything!"
"no no, your her boyfriend right? you must've put it in already right?"
"..."
"I win"
"shut the fuck up, you crusty crusader."
"I'M CRUSTY? PLEASE. HAVE YOU SMELT THE STENCH IN YOUR ROOM? IT'S ALL SWEAT AND OLD FOOD."
"NOT EVEN, I DONT DO THAT ANYMORE!"
"BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T HAD THE TIME BECAUSE YOU'VE BEEN HERE!"
"...burn."
"you first you shit stain"
"Y/N, CONTROL THIS MERE SPECK OF DUST!"
"...if he's a spec of dust, just ignore it" you shrugged with a yawn, scratching at your red raw wrists.
"so y/n, the movers have already put all your stuff in your new room, you have the bigger room since you have more stuff" hiro got up and walked over to you, holding the phone up to show your room.
"wow, WOAH IS THAT A CIRCLE BED!?" you gasped, grabbing his phone and zooming into it.
"it is, I got it shipped in from Paris. do you like it?"
"kenma, we're having sex on this bed. you literally can't even say no to that, THE BED IS CIRCULAR!"
"...that is a cool bed" he admitted, looking closer to it.
"Why don't we have a threesom-"
"no." kenma cut suna off, flicking a noodle at his head.
"fine, I like, wouldn't have sex with you anyways because you probably have skiddy undies,"
suna muttered, sinking in his chair as he slurped down another jelly stick.
"your so childish, grow up"
kenma snapped back, sitting back down with a stretch.
"Says the one who's almost shorter than Hinata. that's embarrassing."
"oh yeah well.... neh neh neh" kenma mimicked, opening his phone with an eye-roll.
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