“Yeah,” you giggled, “I did that so carefully, huh.”
“Yeah,” he said, climbing over CAREFULLY and then stopping beside you to help you up.
It was actually pretty comfy lying in the grass so you just lay there and smiled at his outstretched hand.
“Lie down. It’s nice here,” you said invitingly.
He gave you a look of ‘really? Haul my ass down to the ground to lie there for no reason?’
“Come on~,” you cajoled to his look, “it’s really nice, everything looks so different from this angle. Is this what an ant sees?”
Kenma dropped his bag off his shoulder and then sat down next to you so you patted the ground beside you.
“Lie down,” you said to him and he finally did, placing his head next to yours on the grass.
“It’s nice, right?” you asked Kenma as you turned your head in the grass to look at him.
His half dyed hair had fallen off of his face and you could clearly see his features as you lay there together.
From his chiseled cheek bones, to his lips, then to his keen eyes that were watching the clouds go by, he looked the picture of perfection.
“Yeah,” he said softly, turning his head to look back at you.
Your noses were so close and you glanced down at his lips as you moved your head a little closer to his.
Your lips touched, then your mouths opened and connected, locking your lips together as you lay there.
Keeping your mouths together, you rolled onto your side and so did he, your lips breaking momentarily before you came back in for another kiss.
As you got more comfortable with your mouths opening and connecting, your tongues got involved a little too.
At first it was just the tips of your tongues touching, then it was a little more, and before long, you were kissing deeply.
You felt funny little tingles in your tummy, that seemed to connect between your thighs and you pushed your legs together to alleviate some of that hot tension that was bubbling below the surface.
Kenma too, felt something happening inside him that he had only ever felt when he had had a particularly good dream and woken to find a part of his anatomy standing at attention; he pulled back from the kiss and sat up.
“What is it?” you asked, propping yourself up on your elbow, looking at him with concerned curiosity.
“Umm… nothing,” he mumbled, hanging his head to hide his embarrassed expression.
“You sure?” you asked, feeling like something was wrong.
“Yeah. It’s fine,” he replied, sitting there for a minute, waiting till he had calmed down a bit before standing up.
“Are you ok with the team knowing that we’re going out?” you asked him, wondering if that was what had caused him to pull back all of a sudden.
“Yeah,” he replied, looking at you, “I want them to know.”
“Oh… ok,” you said with a small smile.
You felt like things were a little awkward but you didn’t know what to do about it so just kept quiet as you and he got up off the grass and walked home together.
Kenma seemed to be in his own world so you said goodbye at his doorstep, had a quick kiss, then you left to go to your place.
“Why do I feel like I did something wrong?” you asked yourself as you entered your own house.
“Y/N?” your dad called as you entered.
“Yeah?” you called back.
“Why is this house a mess? You’re old enough to be looking after this place. When will you learn to be more responsible?” he asked in an angered tone, bombarding you with negativity the second you stepped through the door.
“Sorry,” you parroted, it was the only thing you could say in times like these. Trying to argue back was always going to end in tears because it didn’t matter what you did or said you were always in the wrong.
“And I noticed you wracked up a bill on my card that you TOOK without asking. You’ll be paying me back for that,” he snapped, walking out from the lounge room.
“Oh, yeah… sorry, I—,”
“You are the MOST irresponsible, useless child. Other kids your age are earning enough to sustain themselves and what are you doing? Wasting my money and trashing the house!” He threw his arms up in the air and slapped them down on top of his head, “get out of my sight!”
With tears in your eyes you hung your head and headed for the stairs.
“Well… there is it. Everything was going so well but in my life nothing good ever happens without something bad following it. I thought the curse had been broken.”
With a heavy heart, you headed to your room to cry.
The next day you got up and dragged your heavily bagged eyes to Kenma’s place. He took one look at you and knew something had happened.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as you approached him.
“Everything?” you offered with a sigh.
“What’s everything?” he asked.
“Well… you were acting different yesterday after we kissed and I don’t know what I did wrong, and then I got home and dad yelled at me. And I have work tonight and Kenma isn’t going to be there,” you said sullenly, staring down at the trail of ants that were pittering along the ground in front of you in a long line.
“Umm… I don’t know what you mean about the kissing. I wasn’t acting differently?” Kenma said.
“Yeah. You were. You just suddenly stopped and kept away from me,” you said, your attention now divided between him and the ants.
Kenma suddenly caught on to what you were referring to and blushed heavily.
“Oh. That. Umm… I… I can’t tell you why but I still really like you…” he said softly.
“Why can’t you tell me?” you asked, abandoning the thought of following the ants to find out where their home was, and looking up at your boyfriend.
“Because it’s embarrassing,” he said softly, looking away.
“Why?” you asked again, “you can tell me. I tell you all of my embarrassing stuff. And when I say that I tell you all of my embarrassing stuff I mean that it’s me. I’m the embarrassing stuff.”
“No, I don’t want to say it,” he said, “but it’s about me… and not you.”
“Mmmm,” you hummed with an unsure look on your face, “ok. But will you tell me at some point?”
He thought for a second then nodded and you relaxed a little.
“Ok good,” you said.