Kenma's phone went off in his back pocket, both his and yachi's attention turning to it.

"Who is it-"

"Doesn't matter."

The two turned silent as kenma looked up at a shocked Yachi, a smile slowly creeping on her face.

"Aw, kenma, that's so sweet-"

Kenma leaned up and cut her off, kissing her deeply as shoyo started to cry just a few miles away.