❝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.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Post-Ti...
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For the rest of the day you and Kenma were busy unboxing and arranging your stuffs that by the time your back hit the bed you quickly fell into a dreamless slumber.
Kenma watched you sleeping soundly, sitting at the edge of the bed as he brushed some strands of your hair to the side and lightly stroke your face, his touch akin to feathers as you sighed inaudibly and moved closer to him, snuggling closer to the blanket that provided a sort of warmth.
"She must have been tired," Kenma muttered before he leaned in to plant a feathery kiss atop your forehead. "Sleep more, kiska, I'll be right back."
You didn't stir from your sleep, you slightly moved to find a more comfortable spot but the stable rise and fall of your chest is an indication that you're still asleep. Kenma pushed himself up slightly as he leaned back. On the edge of the bed, Pudding was curled up but he perked up when Kenma moved.
His senses astonished Kenma as Pudding walked up to him before settling next to you.
"Watch Y/n while I'm gone, alright?"
Pudding purred lightly before he nuzzled closer to you and Kenma petted his head before he stood up.
He took a hoodie jacket, a black mask and his key fob before leaving the apartment unit. He headed down the underground parking lot and went to his car, driving out the street of Tokyo. It took him about twenty minutes until he got to the warehouse in Shinjuku.
