He really did want to release now… and if he didn’t have to do it by himself then that was even better! It was less work for him, but he couldn’t bring himself to defile you like that.
He had desires… but he also had self-control.
“No… it’s ok,” he said softly, “I’m ok.”
“I can tell that you’re not,” you chuckled, seeing him warring with himself.
“I’m just… going to the bathroom… I’ll be back,” he said as he got off the bed and made his way to the door.
“I wonder what he’s going to do in there?” you thought as you got off the bed as well and tip toed down the hall to listen at the bathroom door.
You heard him unzip his pants and thought that maybe he was just going to go to the toilet… but the soft grunting sounds he was making, and the sound of something being stroked, made your cheeks heat up and your hand touch your lips.
This was all very new to you and all of a sudden Kenma wasn’t just a boy your age, he was a man with desires and needs and you backed away and ran back to the room quietly.
Against your better judgement, your brain started to do an etch-a-sketch of what may have been happening behind those closed doors and you got more and more flustered the more the image progressed until the sound of the toilet flushing broke you from your lewd thoughts and pulled you back to Kenma’s room.
He entered looking a lot more relaxed and you gave him a half shy smile and looked away, trying to play it off like you hadn’t just heard him in there— and been thinking about what he was doing.
Awkwardly, you both went about the rest of the night and prepared for sleep. Kenma let you sleep in his bed and set out a sleeping mat on the ground so that he could sleep beside you.
As you drifted off to sleep your brain reminded you, once more, of his bathroom escapades, and you slapped your hands to your face to smack the dirty thoughts from your mind.
“Y/N,” you heard Kenma mumble in a sleepy voice, “I want you….”
You froze under the covers and stared, bug eyed, out over to where he was on the floor.
“What. What. What. What.” your brain repeated in a frantic high pitched voice, “did he mean to say that?!”
But seeing as he didn’t say anything more, you finally settled back down and fell asleep.
The next morning you woke a split second after you had fallen out of bed and onto Kenma on the floor, and all hell broke loose.
“Argh?!” you screeched as your dead weight landed on him.
“Huh?!” Kenma rasped, sitting bolt upright with you across his lap.
“I didn’t!” you screamed.
“I didn’t see anything, I don’t know anything!” you screeched.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Kenma said in his raspy morning voice.
“Neither do I?” you replied, now having woken up a little more and realizing that you weren’t in dream land still- dreaming about unsavory things.
“Good morning,” Kenma yawned, putting a hand to his mouth to stifle it.
“Morning,” you replied, cat stretching across his lap and sneezing when Kenma the cat walked past your face and wiped his tail under your nose.
You got ready for school at Kenma’s house that morning and went to school with him, wondering what you were going to do about clothes and stuff for the next few days if you weren’t going home.
“Dad usually doesn’t stay at home for long and then he’s off again on some other work trip or whatever,” you thought as you walked beside Kenma who was on his PSP, “I guess I can have a look at the house this afternoon. If he’s there then I won’t go home but if he’s gone then I go and grab some stuff…”
Kenma had been side glancing at you while you walked together. He could tell something was on your mind because of how you hadn’t said a word since you had left the house that morning.
“Are you ok?” he asked softly as he tapped on his PSP.
“Hmm? Me? Oh… umm, yeah, I guess,” you said with a shrug, “I’m just wondering if I should go home and get more clothes this afternoon.”
“I’ll come with you,” Kenma offered.
“Ok. Thanks,” you said with a smile.
“Has your dad tried to call you?” Kenma asked, still not looking up from his game.
“No. Well… I don’t know. I blocked his number on my phone a while ago and just told him my phone was out of credit. Why does he need to call or text me anyway? Any message I get from him is always like, negative, and all like ‘you need to answer when I call,’ blah, blah. so yeah.”
“Ok,” Kenma said softly, “well… are you gonna stay with me now?”
“Am I allowed to?” you asked him, “I haven’t even met your mum or dad?!”
“It should be fine,” he said, still tapping away on his game.
“But what if its not?” you asked in a worried voice.
Kenma was going to reply but you had gotten to school by then and Kuroo met you both at the gate.
“It’s my favourite couple,” Kuroo teased, giving Kenma a sly look.
“Shut up, Kuro,” Kenma said with a sour look on his face.
“Oh, come now, no need to be shy,” Kuroo jeered with a smirk, “what have you two been up to?”
“Well… if you must know. I stayed over at Kozu’s place last night and—,”
“Y/N, don’t say anything else to him he just wants to tease me about it later,” Kenma warned you.
“Ohhh? Pudding, is there something you want to tell me?” Kuroo leered at his friend, “what happened during the sleepover?”
“Nothing,” Kenma replied quickly, stepping forward to go around Kuroo.
You went to follow him while Kuroo turned his interrogation on you.
“Come on, sidekick-chan, what happened?”
“Just ignore him, Y/N,” Kenma said back to you and you gave Kuroo a guilty look but didn’t give him any more information, instead just jogging a little to catch up to you boyfriend.
Kuroo followed on behind with a smirk on his face.
He knew Kenma was an innocent soul but he could also tell that if anyone was gonna pull the deviant out of his shy friend… it would be you.