Thankfully, the gang that had been hanging around out the front of the door had left, so you and Kenma had free passage down the alley and back out onto the street without any mishaps.
You had insisted on keeping all of the balloon creations that you had made during the lesson and so had a balloon crown on, balloon shoes on, a balloon poodle on a stick, and a variety of other items that only you could identify because they were so munted no one else could tell what they were.
“That was so much fun!” you exclaimed to Kenma as you headed down the street, getting strange looks from those who passed you, “I think I want to do balloon art for a living.”
Kenma eyed you, covered in random balloons, and shook his head.
“You need lots more practice,” he said.
“I will!” you replied happily, “I’ll start with small children’s birthday parties because they don’t care if the balloon art looks shit, they’re just happy to have a balloon.”
Another month or so went by and the year was starting to wrap up. Plans were being made for the end of year prom and you were excited because you had someone to go with this year.
“Hey!” you greeted Kenma as you bounced up to him after school that day, “wanna be my prom date?!”
“I’m your boyfriend,” he replied with a confused look, “I thought it was a given that we would go together?”
“Oh! True! But I still wanted to ask,” you said with a smile, “now I gotta get an outfit for the night. Would it be acceptable if I got that inflatable dinosaur suit?”
He was starting to get used to your random comments by now so he wasn’t fazed by your desire to get the dinosaur suit.
“I’ll need to match you, I guess,” he replied apathetically.
“You can be a triceratops!” you replied brightly, “I’ve seen those ones too, they look awesome!”
Kenma just continued to get his bag packed, and then once ready, you head back to his place to chill for a while.
“Wanna come shopping with me for my outfit?” you asked him just as he had pulled his PSP out and started loading the game.
“Not really,” he replied bluntly, “all I’ll be doing is just walking around behind you and sitting in random shops.”
“Yeah. But I still want you there,” you said, slightly sadly.
He sighed. “If I have to.”
“Yay! Thanks Kozu!” You leaned over and kissed his cheek “hey, you know how I wanted us to have nicknames before? Apple and Pie? We should do that now because we’re actually dating so it wouldn’t be weird.”
Again, he didn’t seem overly impressed by the idea but his desire to make you smile overrode all other things and he relinquished.
“Ok. But do I have to call you it in front of others?”
“Are you shy, Kozu?” you teased him.
“It’s just such a lovey couple thing to do,” he replied blandly.
“I thought we were a lovey couple?” you asked with surprise.
“No, we’re a normal couple that like each other a lot but we don’t do silly lovey stuff,” he said, “I like us the way we are.”
It was true, you were just the perfect couple the way you were.
“Yeah,” you said with a soft smile, “I like us the way we are too. Thanks Pie…”
“Yeah… Apple,” Kenma replied softly as he looked down at his PSP.
Your heart did the moonwalk and hit the high note.
“Aaaaaaaa,” you suddenly wailed, clutching your heart, scaring Kenma and making him jump with surprise and look at you, “you actually called me Apple!”
“Because you wanted me to,” he replied apathetically.
“I didn’t think you would do it though but I’m glad you did,” you said with a grin, “ok, so shopping this afternoon…”
“Wait… this afternoon?” he asked, staring at you through his fringe, “but I thought it wasn’t going to be until later.”
“No time like the present! Let’s go!” You grabbed his arm and started walking a little faster, “oh wait. Let’s feed Kenma first. Then me. Then shopping. No wait. I’ll eat after because if I eat before we try on outfits then I might not fit into them because my tummy will be full but if I try it on with a flat stomach … well…” You looked down at yourself. “Ok… not flat flat but like… more flat than if I had food in it, ya feel? So anyway… Kenma is super cute hey? I love how chatty he is. He’s really happy at your place… I haven’t even told my dad that I’ve got a cat. Well technically he’s not mine because you signed the adoption papers but if it weren’t for me then you wouldn’t have—.”
“Y/N?” Kenma asked.
“Mmm?” you hummed, shutting your mouth for 2 seconds to look at him.
“Is something wrong? You seem a little on edge and you’re talking a lot more than you usually do,” Kenma said, picking up on something amiss with you.
“Umm no. I’m fine,” you said… it was a lie… you were worrying about the fact that you still hadn’t told your dad that you even had a boyfriend.
You and your dad weren’t really on great terms at the best of times and you had a feeling that somehow the fact that you had a man was going to come out on prom night.
Naturally, you had been wondering about how you were going to be able to get money to even buy a prom dress/outfit and so deducted that you would just borrow your dads credit card- like you usually did.
That was all good and well, but you knew that your dad would be suspicious if he saw the reason for the card being used.
Every other year that you had graduated, you hadn’t gone to the end of year dance because you either, didn’t have friends… or, they all had dates, and you didn’t, so you had just stayed home instead. So you wanting to go, this year, was going to be suspicious enough as it was and if your dad was home on prom night and saw you leave the house looking all dressed up, that would look even MORE suspicious.
What if he asked about Kenma? And then wanted to meet him, and didn’t like him, and forced you two to break up, and…
“Y/N?” Kenma asked again, stopping in his tracks to get you to stop as well.
It looked like you were about to have a breakdown.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said gently while you refused to look him in the eye.