Kenma couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
Your outfit showed a little bit of skin, but not too much, but still… it was enough to get his attention even though he wasn’t really that way inclined- he wasn’t into pervy things like some of the other boys his age.
You smiled again, completely missing how into you he was at that point, and suggested that you continue on walking around the event.
You and Kenma spent another 4 hours at the convention then decided to call it a day and left, making your way to the train station.
“Man, I’m tired,” you said as you stretched your arms up over your head and made a weird noise to accompany it.
“Yeah,” Kenma said, stealing a side glance at you.
Finally, you were on the train. Having had a huge day, you wanted to rest your head somewhere but nowhere was comfortable, until Kenma took your head and rested it on his shoulder.
“Just lie your head here,” he said as he kept it there with his hand.
You froze up momentarily, and then smiled to yourself as you relaxed into him and before you knew it, you were fast asleep.
Once you had fallen asleep, Kenma slowly rested his cheek onto the top of your head, the weight of his head slowly increasing as overwhelming tiredness took over his body as well.
“Y/N is pretty cute,” he thought as he drifted off to sleep beside you on the train.
It was, god only know how long, later that the train jolted and your eyes fluttered awake. You tried to lift your head to look around but there was something super heavy resting on it and when you tried to lift your head you cricked your neck… it was already in a precarious position anyway, so this was the limit, unfortunately, and you let out a small cry of despair.
Your little noise roused the weight on your head (Kenma) and it lifted so you could move… but you couldn’t now.
“That’s it,” you said in a numb voice, “this is how it all ends. I guess this isn’t so bad, seeing the world on an angle, I can get used to this.”
“Are you ok?” Kenma asked, bending his head sideways in front of your face to look at you.
“I can’t lift my head, but it’s fine. Trees look weird like this, but it’s cool.”
Kenma sat back and gripped either side of your head, much to your protest, and slowly straightened it while you repeated a very monotone ‘oww, oww, oww,’ as he slowly straightened you up again.
After an agonizingly slow minute, you were sitting up straight again with your head upright and you smiled straight ahead.
“Thanks,” you said out the windows ahead of you, “I’d look at you but I can’t twist my neck.”
“Where are we?” you suddenly asked, noticing that there was a lot of greenery going past the window.
Kenma followed your gaze with his and he blinked a few times.
“I don’t know,” he said as he got up and walked across the landing area to look out the window, “I think we’re in the countryside?”
“The what?!” you yelped.
“No. I heard you the first time but still… the what?!” you said again.
“The countryside,” he replied.
“Kenma… I know,” you deadpanned, getting up to walk over to the train chart to see if you could pinpoint where exactly you were.
You had to do some military type turns so that you didn’t need to turn your neck, and after doing some swift swiveling of your whole body, you ended up at the train chart.
“Ok… so… we got on here.” You pointed to the map. “And I remember these stops so we’re on this line…” you finger traced the train line until the station stops got wider apart and it turned into a country link and headed out to the countryside. “Oh man.” You groaned, still tracing the line.
“What is it?” Kenma asked, walking over to you.
You turned your head to look at him and a pain shot through your neck.
“Oww! Uh… we’re somewhere out here,” you said, turning your head back to show him where you were pointing- with another ‘oww’ when you looked back at the map.
“I wonder where we are?” he asked.
His question, being answered by the sudden crackle of the announcer overhead stating the name of the next stop.
“Oh man. It’s way out in the middle of nowhere. We’ll have to get off and wait for another train to come back and then get back on it to head back into town,” you said.
“Ok,” he replied, walking to his bag and sitting down and getting his PSP out to play.
“Oww! You’re not worried?” you asked, winching and rubbing your neck as you turned to look at him.
“I have almost full battery,” he said, not looking up at you as his game started up and he started playing.
You chuckled softly and walked over to him and sat down too, letting out a happy sigh.
“Well… my dad isn’t home, so he won’t even know that I’m not home. And I’m with you. So I’m happy.”
“Yeah,” Kenma replied, “I like being with you.”
Your heart suddenly thumped in your chest and a wobbly smile graced your lips as you looked down at your lap and smiled at your knees.
“Mmm,” you hummed.
It was another few minutes before the next train stop and you and Kenma got off and looked around.
It was the smallest platform you had ever seen. You couldn’t even sit down on the one single seat there because it was completely covered in bird poo. It looked like it was an abandoned station platform to be honest.
“Is this like… a ghost platform?” you asked Kenma, but you were pretty much talking to yourself because he didn’t reply- he was still playing his game, “what if like, a few months from now we come back and this places doesn’t even exist and then we find out that it burned down in the 1800’s but people still claim that they stood on here.”
Your mind had been hijacked by horror movie plot lines and you spent the next few minutes silently coming up with scenes and dialogue for your supposed movie.
“I’d call it, haunted 108. Because the sign up there says 10–,” just as you were about to finish your sentence the speaker nearby crackled to life. You were getting pretty creeped out by the things you were imagining that you screamed when the voice came warbling through the speaker and your ‘8’ sounded more like “eigARRRGH!!!”
“Due to unforeseen circumstances, the train arriving on platform 1 has been delayed until further notice. Passengers for this train have been advised to seek shelter for the night and come back tomorrow.”
“The WHAT?!” you screeched at the bird poo covered speaker.