I pull the hair off my hoodie, and stare at it. My eyes start filling up with tears.
"I'm overreacting it's not that big of a deal," he pulls me close to him by my waist. "I love you no matter what!" I nod in his chest.
Timeskip
"Haha Connie really said, bye bitch!" I laugh.
"I question you sometimes," he looks up from his game.
"I know, same here," I tried to get him on The Promised Neverland but no. He's in love with Animal crossing.
After being distracted for 4 hours I remember I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. Ah fuck! I really didn't wanna do anything tomorrow but whatever. "I'm hungry...." I say.
"Uh we have ramen?"
"Ooooh that sounds good right now!" I run downstairs and put some ramen in the microwave, I didn't want to take 10 minutes for ramen so the microwave will do.
Beep beep
The ramen is done! J may have burned myself but I was really hungry. My stomach grumbled.I and the chicken flavor, and stuff a big bite of ramen in my mouth. As I'm eating I get a call.
Auntie from USA
I answer
"Hello?..."
"My darling niece, how are you?"
"I'm good, is there a reason why you called?"
"Yes, I was wondering if you would like to move back to America!"
"Uh no!"
"To bad, it's alreadu happening. I heard you had cancer and the treatment is better here so..."
"How long until I have to go?"
"Uh so in 3 days..."
" 3 DAYS"
"Yes, is there a problem?"
"Yes there's a problem, whatever. I guess I have to pack?"
"Yes darling see you soon, love you!"
"Love you too I guess...."
*disconnect*
Wow I'm moving to America, in 3 days.... how am I gonna tell Kenma? What am I gonna tell Kenma?! I can't believe this happening!
I finish my ramen, and go back upstairs. "Kenma?....."
"Yeah what's up?"
"I need to talk to you."
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I know this is short lol. Sorry not sorry?
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄➜𝐘. 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐘𝐀
Fanfiction(ON HOLD) Your Kuroo's sister... or you thought. Ever was normal until you got a illness that you have to move for. Not to mention there is two people who like you, and you have to choose. TW: some cutting, suicidal thoughts, Ed, death, and illness...