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"𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊!" you gag. after successfully boarding the private jet you and kenma had been instructed that you would be taking off in a couple of minutes.
"we haven't even taken off," kenma replied bluntly. "kenma hold me," you grab kenma's hand while tightly closing your eyes. kenma blushes softly at the physical contact and allows you to hold his hand as you take off.
"ahhhh that was so stressful," you sigh as you slump back into your seat. the pilot then informs both you and kenma that you could take off your seatbelts. you immediately jump out of your seat to look out of the closest window.
"pretty," you mumble. "weren't you just freaking out over flying," kenma sighs. you stick your tongue out at him and go back to admiring the sky from outside the window.
"cute," kenma whispers. "hah what was that kenma my ears still haven't popped?" you ask with a frown. kenma clears his throat and looks away "nothing,". you hum to yourself before shrugging your shoulders and turning to look out the window again.
"kenma kenma kenma come take a picture of me holding this wine glass and looking sophisticated so i can post it on Instagram and flex on everyone," you exclaim. kenma sighs and reluctantly agrees.
