A/N: This story is exactly the same layout as A Stab in the Dark except the character is Kenma instead of Kirishima
Your stomach grumbled for the millionth time in the last 5 minutes.
“UGGGHH!” You groaned as you clutched your abdomen and rolled over in bed to reach for your phone.
The screen lit up as you turned it over.
“2am.” You sighed. “There is no way I’m going make it till breakfast, I need food NOW!”
You were the new volleyball manager in training for the Nekoma boys high school team and the training camp you were attending this weekend with the boys was full on to say the least. Being only 17 years old you definitely had your work cut out for you.
Throwing the covers back you fell out of bed and glanced down at your PJ’s. You had a pair of grey short shorts on and a loose white tank top that only [just] covered the essentials.
“Should I change? What if someone else is in the kitchen and sees me in this?” You thought then shrugged. “Nah, who would be up at 2am?!”
You opened the bedroom door and slipped quietly into the dark hallway; striding silently down the hall to the kitchen you slid the door open and stepped inside before closing the door behind you.
It was pitch black inside and you breathed a sigh of relief. Did you actually think someone else might be there!?
You felt your way to the fridge and opened the door.
“Cheese, where’s the cheese at??” You mumbled as you bent down to have a good look in all the levels of the shelves.
Suddenly there was a hand on your back and you jumped violently, screaming loudly. The sudden movement from the jump caused you to slam head first into the fridge shelving and you grunted harshly as your head collided with the cold plastic.
“ oh…. sorry.” An almost apathetic voice said softly from behind you.
You pulled back and stood up as you spun to face the owner of the voice, rubbing your forehead tenderly.
It was one of the boys on the team. The most quiet one of them all, Kenma Kozume.
“Kenma! You scared me!” You gasped, holding your right hand across your frantically beating heart as your left hand held the fridge door open.
His cat-like eyes flicked over you as he stood there silently in the darkness, observing you. He had never been good with words.
“I’m sorry.” He said again, softly.
“It’s ok. I’m ok.” You said reassuringly as you recovered from your almost heart attack.
Kenma cleared his throat and averted his eyes from yours. He had never been this close to a girl before, let alone, alone, in a dark place…
“What are you doing here?” He asked with eyes still averted, fingers fiddling shyly with a loose thread on his shorts.
“Oh umm… I was hungry so I was looking for something to eat.” You replied with a smile.
“Same.” He said quietly, glancing at you before looking away again.
“What were you looking for to eat?” You asked as you turned back to the fridge.
Kenma’s eyes were drawn back to you as you turned away from him, his gaze dropped from the back of your head to between your shoulder blades, down to your waist and finally settling on your backside.
Your short shorts were giving away [just] enough in the dimly lit kitchen for him to be mesmerized for a minute too long and you caught him checking you out from behind as you looked back at him over your shoulder.
You had been waiting for him to reply your question and when he hadn’t, you had looked back at him to prompt a response.
“Oh I see,” you leered at him cheekily as you turned to face him, one hand on the fridge door to hold it open again. “Found something else to feast your eyes on, huh?”
He blushed slightly and looked away again. “Well it’s a very nice ass to look at.” He said softly.
You nearly choked on your own spit at his forwardness.
“Kenma! I didn’t know you could flirt!” You said with a chuckle, half serious, half surprised.
“I’m not flirting.” He said looking back at you, “I’m just tell the truth.”
There was a moment where you suddenly felt vulnerable.
His eyes gazed at you steadily.
He had absolutely no emotion showing on his face and it threw you. It almost felt like he was a cat locking onto his prey and for a split second you thought he might make a move but he didn’t move a muscle.
You were starting to get used to some of the other boys on the team flirting with you but not quiet little Kenma. If he wasn’t playing volleyball, he had his head down, focused on his gaming console and you didn’t think he had it in him to try and hit on a girl but here you both were in a dimly lit kitchen, sexual tension building rapidly.
His eyes travelled from your face, down over your barely covered chest to your gorgeously toned legs then back up to your face again; all without saying a word.
Just the way he studied you like that started to get you a little hot and bothered and you bit your bottom lip reflexively.
Just then the fridge started beeping and you jumped.
“Oops!” You yelped, quickly shutting it behind you.
The kitchen faded to darkness as the only light source was cut off.
“Ah damn it.” You mumbled as you turned to open the fridge door again so you had some light.
Suddenly a hand met yours on the fridge door handle and you jumped in surprise.
You instinctively let go but as the fridge door was opened you realized you were now between Kenma and the fridge, his left hand on the side of the fridge and his right hand on the fridge door.
You turned slowly to face him.
His unwavering gaze met yours again for the third time that night.[“is he trying to tell me he wants me to initiate something? He keeps staring at me in a way that’s making me want to see if he wants more… guess it can’t hurt to test the waters.”] You thought.
“You ever done anything with a girl before Kenma?” You asked lowly but seductively, lowering your head provocatively.
He didn’t move nor answer for a bit and you thought you may have had the wrong idea about him.
What you didn’t know was as you had asked him the question he had been wondering whether or not he should see if you’d go for him.
He had seen Kuroo and Yamamoto flirting with you and thought he might just see what would happen if he showed a little interest in you.
He didn’t show an interest in a lot of things but your body had certainly caught his attention tonight.
He continued to stare at you blankly then he finally answered your question.
“No.” He replied, barely above a whisperer.
“So you haven’t done anything with a girl before?” You prompted again.
He shook his head and looked down.
You leaned forward slightly towards his right ear. “Want me to [show] you some things then?” You asked airily.
He didn’t move his head but his eyes shifted up to yours with a glint in them you had never seen before and immediately you ignited between your thighs.
You gently reached out and took hold of his wrists and lifted them off their places on the fridge, walking him backwards towards the opposite end of the kitchen still holding onto his wrists as the light from the fridge faded once again.
It was now almost pitch black and you stopped walking when you felt his back bump into the bench.
“Have you ever wondered what a girl tastes like?” You whispered into the darkness as you pressed your body up against his and reached your right hand to his cheek so you could guide your and his movements in the darkness.
You felt his right hand timidly caress your side and you took that as an invitation to make the next move as he hadn’t said another word since answering your question over at the fridge. You slowly closed the gap between your and his face, your nose brushing his lightly as you tilted your head so you could kiss him.
Tenderly your lips met his and without even registering what was going on your mouth opened in time with his and in a flash his tongue intertwined with yours.
The minutes passed as you both spent a good amount of time exploring each other; tongues danced, hands roamed and you had to admit he seemed to be a natural at this despite his very shy exterior.
As your core ached for more you reached down and pulled at his shirt, forcing him to break away from the kiss just long enough to have the shirt ripped up over his head and tossed across the room, then you were back into it again.