《》stupid kenma-kenma
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10:30 pm
"kenma"
"come watch a movie with me"
you're sitting on your boyfriends couch in the living room.
you know kenma was gaming, but he's been gaming all day.
you wanted to hang out with him.
you didn't get a response.
you roll your eyes, annoyed that your boyfriend won't hang out with you.
you stand from the couch and walk to his room.
you open his door and see him, in his chair, glued to the screen.
"come on kenma"
"i wanna hang out"
you cross your arms, looking at him, waiting for an answer.
"not right now (y/n)"
you're not surprised by his answer.
that's always his answer.
you take a deep breath,
"you said that last time"
you say in a sadden tone, and leave his room.
you plop on his couch.
""
you huff at your self and play the movie you wanted to watch.
you feel your face get hot
tears blur your vision
'can't believe this is making me cry'
11:45 pm
your movie is over and you turn the tv off.
you can faintly hear kenmas games from his room, showing that he is still playing.
you're still annoyed and honestly a little sad from him not hanging out with you.
you don't wanna crawl into the cold empty bed.
you pout for a minute, giving him some time, to see if he'll notice how long you've been gone, and see if he'll come find you.
a few minutes go by.
a few more.
nothing.
nothings changed.
you growl out loud and lay on the couch.
you pull a blanket over yourself and fall asleep on the couch.
1:03 pm
kenma decides to put his game away and go to bed.
he turns around and sees you're not in his bed.
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he wrinkles his brow in confusion as to why not.
he looks at his door and assumes you're downstairs not asleep yet.
'she wouldn't go to bed with out me, right?"
he gets up from his chair and goes to his living room.
he stops in front of the couch, where you sleep.
he sees the little space behind you on the couch.
stepping over you, he lays behind you.
wrapping the blanket around him, along with his arm around your waist.
4:26 pm
your eyes flutter open.
'damn'
'why am i awake'
you think to yourself.
you feel a warmth behind you, along with a arm warped around you.
you tilt your head back and see your sleeping boyfriend.
' stupid'
you're still annoyed, but you can be sour about it, when he wakes up.
you roll over, pushing your face into his chest.
enjoying his scent, and just everything about him.
feeling yourself completely relax and melt into him.
"sorry for ignoring you kitten"
you softly hear kenma say as you put his chin on the top of your head.
you just smile to yourself as your grip on him tightens.
"love you kitten"
his voice comes in almost like a purr
"love you too"
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