❝𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙖.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a financially struggling college girl found the dirty little secret of a wealthy stockholder/videogamer and how she was cornered like a prey because of it.
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Kenma placed you on his bed, carefully as though he's holding something so delicate, so fragile. And when he lay you down, he noticed the strands of hair covering your forehead and neck and he found himself brushing your hair to the side before he looked at you.
His usually droopy eyes that held little to no emotion, those golden hues that would only gleam if he finds something that interest him, are now fix on you who are sleeping on his bed soundly.
"Don't get boring so soon, Y/n," Kenma said, his eyes didn't lose its focus as he stare at you as if he's studying your every feature. "We just barely started."
He noticed you moving slightly, your eyebrows furrowing as you toss to find a more comfortable spot and Kenma thought he had woken you up, but you didn't and he straightened up.
Kenma stood up as he took his phone before he went to his personal computer, he sent a file thru email before dialing a number after the email was delivered. He sat on his swivel chair, twirling a pen he found on the table as he waited for someone to answer his call. It didn't take long until someone picked up.
"Did you receive it?" Kenma asked right away.
"Yes, I did," the man from the other end of the line responded, his voice carrying a tone of professionalism.
