❝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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When you called Kenma's name, you noticed how he visibly relaxed, his shoulders that were stiffed slowly slumped and his hand loosened around Kuroo's shirt allowing Kuroo to push Kenma back and he took a few steps away from him.
You couldn't hear what Kenma said to Kuroo, your ears just started to throb and you can hear your heartbeat pounding on your chest. When Kenma gripped your hand, you almost yelped in surprise but you bit your inner cheek to stop yourself from making any sound.
You thought Kenma would loosen his grip on your hand but he didn't. Even as he started to descend the stairs, you almost tripped a few times as you tried to keep up with Kenma. By the time you two were in the parking space, you couldn't feel your hand anymore.
"K-Kenma..." you muttered. "It hurts,"
When you said that, as if on instinct Kenma loosened his grip and he stopped outside his car. He lifted your hand and examined it.
"Does it hurt?" he asked and you watched as he brushed his lips on your knuckles. "I was just really pissed off. Don't do that again, alright Y/n?"
You slowly nodded your head. Your back was against his car and Kenma was in front of you, his hands on either side as if trapping you in.
