《ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴᴇʀ||ᴋ.ᴋᴏᴢᴜᴍᴇ †》chapter 12†
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you handed in the gown a day late due to what happened at the party but your teacher understood. Your mother, on the other hand, you had to catch a flight tomorrow since her wedding was in about a week to give her and your aunties their dresses .how were you going to afford that you might be asking?
I'm not.
I'm making her pay for it.
freeloader activities
I haven't even seen kenma ever since the kiss. we dont have classes together either since he's a year older.
I have soccer practice after classes end and I have a design club to go to on Wednesdays and Thursdays but then when I go back to the dorm, he would lock himself in his room and never come out.
'did the kiss freak him out? Did I do something wrong? What happened woman? TELL ME!' you groaned to yourself in frustration.
maybe...we aren't meant to be friends... maybe we aren't supposed to be close
after a while of thinking, you finally got the balls and knocked on his door.
"...coming," his voice said in a somewhat irritated tone.
once he opened the door, you were wayyyyy too fucking scared to look up.
'WHAT DO I SAY NOW? WHY DID I KNOCK? I'm GONNA FUCKING VOMIT'
"I don't have all day l/n," he said, pushing his hair back
"Right...sorry. so I'm going to Hokkaido tomorrow at 3 for a couple weeks for my mom's wedding..."
"oh... Uhm, ok? so?" kenma responded, pursing his lips in confusion.
"...I was wondering if..."
'This is cringe. im cringing'
"nevermind," you said, pursing your lips together and walking away.
'did I do something? bitch what is it? I can be the Felix to your wreck-it-ralph just tell me what to fix and I'll fix it Felix the fuck up'
~~~~~
after you walked away, kenma slumped back on his chair and stared at the ceiling in thought.
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'she wouldn't choose me. she has suna. suna... nobody has made me feel so insecure in my fucking life. but then I meet him. the perfect pretty boy that all the girls like, why wouldn't l/n choose him? I dont even have a reason to hate him, hes nice, caring and not to mention IF I was gay. that would be the man I would go to as well.'
he just brushed it off and played the rest of his game, it's not like he had anything else to do. the next few weeks are gonna be filled with loneliness and kuroo, loneliness and kuroo, loneliness and fucking kuroo. same old pattern, never gonna change. It hasn't changed in over 10 years.
~~~~
'what the hell was I thinking? why did I do that? do I think I'm an iron man or something? do I think I can change everything? no, I can't. GET THAT THROUGH YOUR HEAD Y/N' you thought, pacing around the kitchen
'if he hates me, he hates me. no harm done...
BUT HE HATES ME, WHY DOES HE HATE ME? or well hates a strong word...
no no. he hates me. 100%'
you couldn't stop thinking about it. it was on your mind constantly.
after you packed all your things into your suitcase, you heard your phone chime
'leave. me. the. fuck. alo- SUNA!' you cheered, looking at the notification.
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bitch I heard you were going
to Hokkaido tomorrow
I'm coming
whens the flight
I'll book my own ticket now
right, this instant.
hand it over bae🤲
GIVE IT TO ME
I SAID GIVE IT TO ME
₄:₅₄
give it to me thugar titsth
GIRL.
ANSWER
YO
PHONE
BITCH.
RIGHT, THIS INSTANT.
RIGHT NOW WOMAN.
₅:₂₆
I'M SORRY
I DIDNT GET THE
NOTIFICATION UNTIL
NOW
MY FLIGHTS AT 3
AM OR PM?
AM
why?
why am?
why not pm?
why would you do that?
that's criminal.
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well I didn't think you'd
wanna come douche bag
I was only gonna be gone
for like 3 weeks
3 WEEKS? AND YOU
THOUGHT I WOULDN'T
WANNA COME?
who would I cuddle with?
did you want me to catch
an std or something?
your getting sued.
is thingy Whatever the fuck coming?
not what I meant.
I was gonna ask but he
sounded annoyed so
I kinda left him hangin'
...
im coming over
why
so I can ask myself.
since you dont have the
BALLS
to do it yourself.
I already asked satori
if he wanted to come
and he said yes
if kozume doesn't come
I'll pay for satoris ticket
But he can probably
Pay for himself
the door will be open.
thanks, bae
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it was currently 5:40 pm which meant you had approximately 18 hours and 20 minutes until the flight but you had to be at the airport about 2 hours prior so about 16 hours at least.
After a while, you sat on the couch just playing random games and texting your friends.
"KOZUME FUCKING KENMA." A familiar voice yelled as he barged through the door and stomped his way to kenmas room.
"Eh? Rin, calm down. Why are you yelling?" You asked, jumping up from the couch.
"I wanted to sound like a mom, I did a good job huh!" He smirked
"are those my shorts and tank top? Is that a dirty fucking rag on your head- the pencils on your hands too? Are those your roomates...? He's gonna murder you..." You asked, looking at him closer
"Yeah, I'm being a tik tok girl. Addison ray who? Don't know that bitch. my name is bonqueesha langqueesha canttweesha layleesha cantQueefYah quequee quankquank the 3rd boneteesha."
"Well, bonqueesha, why are you yelling at me," kenma asked, walking out of his room with a deadpan expression.
"Well kozume. Since my bestie babe here couldn't do it herself, I'm gonna ask for her, bitch. Do you want to come to Hokkaido with me, tendou and y/n? Say no. I dare you."
Suna started, waving his hand around.
"... Is that what you wanted to ask before?" Kenma asked you and you gave him a nervous nod
"It is bitch but you've been acting like a bitchy bitch bitch bitch ever since y'all kissed. Whats yah problem, bitch?" Suna said making a disgusted expression, chewing his gum really fucking loud.
"... No reason. I'll think about it" kenma stated, walking back into his room nervously.
"Oh my god he does hate you," suna said, slapping a hand over his mouth.
"DONT SAY THAT" you whisper yelled, punching him in the chest.
"WOMAN ABUSE! WOMAN ABUSE! watch out bitch, daddy will RUIN your life" Suna started, flicking the rag off his head.
"Your such a child" you giggled, pulling him into a hug.
"Better watch who you're calling a child y/n because if I'm a child, you know what that makes you? A pedophile and I stab pedophiles and eat them for breakfast. WAIT WAIT, I WANNA SHOW YOU A DANCE I LEARNT OFF TIK TOK" suna says, grabbing his phone and opening tik tok. He put the dance into the search bar and pressed play on the video
♪I'll eat you up. Whenever you tell me I'm pretty, that's when my hunger really hits me. Your little heart goes pitter-patter, I want your liver on a platter. Use your finger to stir my tea and for dessert, I'll suck your teeth♪
The sound played on sunas phone as he started to dance along, trying to throw it back randomly.
"Pretty neat huh. I might be better than Charlie da something...
Charlie da...fuck these hoes or something. Wanna watch my renegade-"
"Rin...baby. stop it. Have you even packed yet?" You said, fighting back the laugh that tried to come out.
"Yes, I have. So has Tendou, now that I mention it, he should be here soon"
"More company, perfect because I can so afford take out every night" you stated, walking to your room with rin following behind.
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