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"Kenma, I told you to put your clothes neatly inside the closet! How many times do I have to tell you that?!" You grumbled, hands busy folding his shorts and shirts as you glared at his back. Kenma just sighed and raised a hand to you, a sign of acknowledgement to your words.

"Yes, ma'am." However, the obedient words contradicted his tone of boredom, which only made your anger shoot up. A hoodie was sent flying towards his direction, hitting his back. Because of this, Kenma was startled and lost focus. A monotone voice came out of the speakers speaking the words 'Game Over'. Kenma wants to be mad. He really wants to. But the laughter that echoed on four corners of his room made him unable to do so, a small smile forming on his lips instead.

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The soft fabric of the hoodie was all Kenma felt as he stared at the garment, the feeling of nostalgia engulfing his thoughts.

Ah, this was the hoodie she threw at me that time. He thought, eyes still fixed on the garment in front of him. I wonder if she'll throw this again to me when she sees my closet.

Pulling the hoodie down his head, his body felt warm when the cloth enveloped his form. As soon as he finished putting on his clothes, he walked towards the other end of his room, where his computer lies. However, a certain picture caught his attention, his hands unconsciously grabbing for the picture frame as the memories came rushing inside his head. You, arms wrapped around his trousers as you smiled cheerfully, while him, a small forced smile plastered on his bored face under the sunlight.

"Kenma, let's take a picture!"

He remembered how you called him out from the shore of the beach, motioning to him to come beside you under the blazing sun.

"Y/N, it's so hot there. Aren't you feeling itchy from the heat of the sunlight?"

He remembered how you pouted at his remark, your hands landing on your hips as you stared at him with pursed lips. Seeing the look on your face, Kenma sighed and started walking towards you, his skin slowly burning from the heat.

In the end, you two ended up with a sunburn from too much contact under the sun. But even so, your smiling face was worth the pain when you beamed at him, showing the picture Kuroo took for the both of you. His fingers brushed over the glass that protects the precious piece of paper for him, his face slowly softening at the memories you both shared.

He sat on the corner of his bed, still holding the picture frame in his hands. He should be sitting on his gaming chair right now, waiting for his favorite game to load while streaming on Twitch. But instead of doing so, his hands reached for the small device that's placed on his bedside table, along with a bouquet of purple Hydrangea, your favorite. As he unlocked his phone, a picture of you can be seen as his wallpaper, where you're munching on a big burger with a big smile on your face. It was not a nice picture, not the kind of wallpaper one would choose for their loved ones. But he still chose this because for him, no matter what you do or look, you are always beautiful in his eyes.

Oh, does that mean you love her?

Kenma blushed at the little voice in his head, surprised at the accusation it had. Now that he thought of it, is he really in love with you, his best friend? Does he really like you more than a fellow who understands him the most? What if he-

He shook his head rapidly, chasing the thoughts away from his head. There's no way he's in love with you. He doesn't want to put your friendship in that situation. No, he can't do that. Especially now. There's no way you're thinking about being in a relationship right now.

Groaning, he clicked on his contacts and called you, putting his phone against his ear to hear you better. After a few moments, you picked up at last. But his brows furrowed when instead of your usual cheerful voice, his ears were met by a cough on the other end.

"Y/N, are you okay?" The coughing lasted for about 15 seconds more before your voice rang from the other end of the line.

"H-hello, Kenma-kun." Your voice was raspy, too far from the sweet tone he always heard whenever you spoke to him. It was as if you were in pain, like you're going through sickness-

Ah, yes. He just remembered now. You are sick.

"Y/N, are you okay?" He asked once again, worry etched in his tone as the grip on his phone tightened.

"Mhm," Y/N hums,"I'm fine, Kenma. Thanks for worrying about me." You answered in a low voice. It was obvious that you were clearly not doing ok. Kenma knows that. But despite the worry growing inside him and the itchiness in his throat, he decided to not ask anyway, because he knows that it would only make you feel uncomfortable.

"It's nothing." He replies. "Of course I'll be worried, you're my best friend, after all."

Best friend, huh?

You chuckled at his response, which made his eyebrows twitch and his heart flutter. Your laugh was still lovely as he remembers.

"Aww, is my Kenma getting all mushy now?"

"Whatever."

He was glad that you were not talking face to face right now. Because if you were, he most definitely can't hide the red tinge on his cheeks.

"By the way, I'm heading there right now. You want me to bring you something?"

"Nope, I'm good."

Holding his phone between his shoulders and ears, Kenma grabbed his car keys as well as the bouquet of flowers on his table.

"You sure?"

"Yup."

"Ok, then I'll be going then. See you later when I get there. Bye."

As he was about to hang up, you suddenly called out his name which made him stop. "Ah, Kenma. Wait."

"Yeah?" He asks, not knowing the reason why you suddenly called out to him.

There was a long pause from the other end to the point where Kenma had to call out your name to check if you're still in the line.

"You know…," You spoke, voice in a much softer tone than what he heard a few moments ago. "Thank you, I mean it. I'm so glad that you're my best friend."

And with that, the call ended, leaving a flustered Kenma behind. His phone almost fell from his shoulders which made Kenma come back to reality. Gazing at the bouquet in his hands, he smelled the flowers before staring lovingly at them, as if looking straight into your eyes.

"Thank you too. For coming into my life." He softly murmured with closed eyes before he opened the door of his room and of his house to come to you.

His happiness.