Friendship certainly was interesting. The feeling of caring so unconditionally for another person had caused him so much grief, so much pain-- But he wasn't complaining. He wasn't complaining because he wasn't lonely anymore. So no matter how hard it became, he'd always stick around him.
Even when he was afraid, so very afraid. When his hunger became too much to bare and just for the moment, just for a few days, he had to stay far away. Ghouls were unlike humans, their restraint was far weaker. It would be a lie if he said he hadn't thought Kuroo smelled good so delicious and he'd thought about--
Bringing his hands to head, he cursed himself. I hate it. I hate this. All day he'd been avoiding him. Now that school was over, he was desperately looking for a place to feed himself. Somewhere secluded, somewhere where he could hide all his shame.
His eyes locked on a woman and guilt filled him. What would Kuroo say if he knew the truth? Would he still be his best friend? Would he be afraid? Shaking his head, he did his best to push those thoughts away. Right now, he had to eat. The more days he spent avoiding it, the more he put Kuroo in danger.
She was easy, it was easy. All he had to do was take her into a back alleyway, one far away from all the busy civilians. This woman was naive, surely she didn't have anyone who would miss her or so he told himself. "Sorry," Kenma mummbled, earning an unknowing 'About what?'.
With an apathetic expression, he wrapped his arms around her. I'm so hungry... Opening his mouth wide, he clasped his jaw shut and dug his teeth deep into her flesh. Blood filled his mouth and he could hear her screams echo in his mind. "Sorry." He muttered again, his kagune releasing from his shoulder, large red and wing like.
Without skipping a beat, he stabbed his kagune straight through the woman. It slide through easily, like an arrow piercing prey. But humans weren't prey, they were special. Blood painted him and the walls around him, his eyes glowing crimson with lust. Leaning down next to the now unmoving body, he tore the arm from the joint. "Sorry," his teeth sunk enough the tender flesh, ripping it off the limb as he chewed it.
He was so fucked up.
