"kenma decided that one was a nice number."
kenma kozume is a seventeen year old boy. he used to go to nekoma high school but his mother homeschooled him when he was fourteen. he receives a text from an unknown number one night and his curiosity get...
________________________ text 1826 words | kuroken fanfic warnings none announcement: this is the first part of a new story! prism is still going to be on hold for awhile but i'm working on that :) enjoy reading this 💕
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you have one unread text message. swipe to unlock.
kenma stared unblinkingly at his phone screen. someone had gotten his number, somehow. that surprised him.
kenma clicked on the notification, ready to unlock his phone. then he stopped as he felt the cool drip of his wet hair on his back.
he set it down and climbed out of his bed. kenma crossed his legs and planted himself on the stool beside his dresser.
he took the towel from around his neck and massaged it over his damp hair, soaking up the droplets. he squeezed it over the ends and could feel cold beads absorbing into the soft fabric.
once done, he delicately finger-combed through his blonde hair. kenma used his nails to undo knots and tangles, frowning at the seldom occurring tug.
kenma hopped off his seat and tossed his towel onto it. he jumped back into his bed and laid on his chest, picking his phone back up.
curiosity was too great too resist and he swiped his phone open. he read the message from the unknown number quickly.
unknown: hey you have my area code if you see this could you text me back?
kenma grimaced at the poor grammar of the stranger. gross. someone either doesn't care about grammar or skipped class a few times. he thought.
kenma: oh, cool.
kenma looked at the time — it was 11 by now — and he rolled over in his bed. he set his phone to 'screen orientation locked' mode and got on neko atsume.
once he'd check his cats (only snowball, smoky, and pepper had shown up), he hopped on paper.io and decided he'd play for a bit.
kenma reached for the lamp beside his bed while his game was loading and twisted the switch, dousing his room in darkness.
he yawned and slipped a blanket over his legs, burying his cheek into his pillow. exhaustion weighed on his chest but kenma resisted, only pulling his stuffed black cat to his chest.
he was finding it hard to keep his eyes open but he didn't want to sleep.
he swiped out of his app after one match and went to his texts. he still hadn't gotten an answer.
his text hadn't even been seen.
a little disappointed, kenma sighed and looked down at his stuffed cat. he let go of his phone and placed his fingers over its tiny ears, squeezing it tight to his chest.
