is it her? ➢ 𝘬. 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘮𝘢

chapter eleven

"we're playing super smash, i want a rematch." i get back onto my bed a scoot up to the head of it.

"you're gonna lose again."

"shut up, you only won by one round. don't get too cocky, mister."

"tch." kenma slides up next to me while i set up the game.

"so, what brought you to come up here?"

"i knew something was off."

"you've known me for, not even, a week."

"i know ghostarix."

"oh, please. i'm totally different from ghost."

kenma looks at me unamused.

"fine, i'm not different from ghost." i hand kenma a controller. "..thanks though."

"for."

i let out a sigh. "for coming up here, even though you should be downstairs hanging out with your friends."

"okay."

"you're so bland. like.. like oatmeal, yeah."

"oatmeal?" kenma questionably looks at me, trying to hold in a laugh.

"yes, you're oatmeal."

"if i'm oatmeal, you're applesauce."

"really, applesauce?"

"that's all i could think of."

"let's see. if i'm applesauce, you're-"

"enough of this nonsense. let's play the rematch you wanted."

we pick our characters, the same ones as last time. i'll win this time around.

"do you still have the maid dress?" kenma questions suddenly, making me slightly jump. he takes the opportunity to kill me.

"you bitch. you did that on purpose."

"i'm serious. do you."

"yes, why wouldn't i."

"just wondering."

"okay.. but why're you asking so suddenly?"

"because."

"whatever. i won't pester you."

there has to be a reason he's asking. i've got an idea. i pause the game and get up from my bed, heading over to my closet.

"why'd you pause the game."

"get out of my room for a few."

"um. okay." kenma gets up from my bed and exits my room. i go over to the door and lock it.

alright, kenma. let's see if you truly have a thing for maid dresses.

i'm definitely gonna bug him about it.

i change into the maid dress and cat ears. why am i doing this? don't know. but, i'm determined to get something out of kenma. i go back to my door, unlock it and slowly open it.

kenma freezes outside my door.

he grabs the knob and quickly closes it. "a-atsuko, why are you in the maid dress." kenma says through the door.

i grab the knob and try to pull it open. he's also pulling it closed. "because. i know. you like. maid dresses." i say while tugging on the knob.

kenma lets go of the knob, making the door fly open.

"ouch." i take my hands of the knob and rub my wrist.

"please get out of the maid dress." kenma avoids eye contact with me as he walks back to my bed.