F̶o̶l̶l̶o̶w̶ Fuck the Rulebook - Kenma Kozume

True whispers - Chap 53

Soft strokes pushed her hair behind her ear, fingertips brushing against her cheek, her senses coming to reality as her eyes fluttered open, Kenma's face directly in front of hers from where he was crouched on the ground,
"hey beautiful."
"Am I dreaming?" Akasuki whispered reaching out slowly to cup Kenma's face.
He chuckled nestling into her hand,
"Nope, I'm really here," continuing to stroke her cheeks, "so really it's a nightmare."
"As long as it's you, I don't care," Akasuki spoke her voice croaky and tough, as she stretched her arms out to wrap around Kenma's neck attempting to pull him in, she couldn’t tell the difference anymore.
Kenma ducked out from her grasp shaking his head,
"Uh uh, no, you gotta get changed out of your uniform and try to eat something."
Uniform? Akasuki shot up, her eyes widening as she remembered the happenings of the day. She wasn't dreaming. This was real. Kenma stroked her arm with a concerned expression,
"are you okay?"
She couldn't, hold it in as fear once again filled her blood.
"I," she weakly turned to face him shaking her head, tears brimmed in her eyes, her life's going to always be a mess, as long as he exists in her life, “I’m, terrified,” for the present and the future.
"Akasuki," Kenma breathed out, jumping up to wrap his arms around her bringing her head against his chest.
His warmth spreading into her face, tears spilling against his shirt, his fingers slid into her hair holding her tightly. How, how is it possible for a guy like Kenma to like a girl like her?
"What," Akasuki started to speak, "did I do to deserve you?" 
It was, almost unbelievable. How can two completely different guys live in the exact same world? Kenma shushed her softly pulling away, moving his hands to either side of her face, his fingers caressing each centimetre of her skin. His golden eyes broken at the sight of her. His innocent lips moving slowly as he spoke,
"You're an incredible woman Akasuki, if someone here doesn't deserve the other," his lips pulled into a meaningful frown, "it's me."
Akasuki hated those words, she hated them, she hated that he felt that way, how can he feel that way? But, the sensation of his fingers leaked sincerity and care into her skin, bringing her tears to a near stop. Kenma began to pull away, no please, Akasuki grabbed his hands in attempt to prevent his leave. He chuckled at her actions gesturing to a bag on the floor,
"I got you a present."
A present? Kenma carefully pulled his hands out of her grasp, emptying the bag in front of her holding it up. It, her hands reached out to touch the fabric scrunching it between her fingers, was his jersey, her fingers ran over the raised surface forming his number. Five.
"It's for you, to wear," Kenma claimed quietly, his eyes watching her closely, “for when I can’t be with you”
For her? Unable to contain her emotions, Akasuki began to undo her buttons, Kenma's eyes widening as he turned away. Akasuki yanked on the shirt, bringing the fabric up to her face taking a breath, envy, joy, sadness and guilt filtering into her blood,
"I think I'm in love with you."
Why did she say that? Was it her attempt to drive him away? Or her attempt at a yell for help? No, her fearful eyes lifted to meet Kenma's, his face troubled yet joyful, it was neither,
"I think the sickness is settling in," Kenma lifted the blanket up edging Akasuki underneath, tucking her in carefully.
He stood up, it was her attempt, Akasuki reached out to weakly grab his wrist,
"please don't leave," her attempt at a real confession.
Kenma glanced at the door rubbing his neck as he sighed with a smile,
"I do think, rest is the best for you, but," he leaned onto the bed carefully placing himself beside her pressing his chest against her back, "I hate saying goodbye to you."
Akasuki turned to face him, she hated saying goodbye too, she wished that maybe they wouldn't have to. She lifted her hands to play with his stray strands of hair whispering under her breath,
"let's not say goodbye."
He chuckled gently pulling her into his chest,
"don't worry about it right now," he stroked her hair, "get some rest, I'll be here when you wake up."
She pressed her head against his chest, savouring each second, staring up at his worrisome eyes, the gears locking in her head. She's close to making her decision, the longer she stared at him, the more it makes sense.
"Unless you sleep with your eyes open, I'd suggest closing them," Kenma playfully spoke.
She let out a breath of air resembling a laugh, the fact was, she knew if she closed her eyes, it'd be less time spent with him, she still had so much to ask, to tell him,
"have I told you how much I love your hair?" she brushed a handful behind his ear, she really did.
Kenma's cheeks grew pink as he leaned down to peck her forehead,
"hm, I love yours," he lifted the strands of dyed ends, holding the darkened purple up, "it's cute."
"How would you feel if we got matching colours," Akasuki whispered closing her eyes to focus on his touch, “you’d be even cuter.
She felt him laugh wrapping his arms tightly around her,
"you’re cute too, but you being cute doesn't mean you can distract me from you resting, so," whispering softly, "please rest."
She nodded briefly nestling further into Kenma's chest, at this moment in time, this is all she could do, she was sitting duck upon a rapidly cracking surface. For the following days that Akasuki avoided attending school, she spent the nights accompanied by Kenma refusing to leave her side.