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"𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒!" you yell in annoyance after closing the door to the hotel room.
you and kenma had managed to get away from the horde of kenma's fangirls and successfully check into the hotel. the bodyguards had their own hotel room and helped you and kenma with your luggage before settling into their own room.
"it's not my fault i have so many simps as fans," kenma mumbled with an eye roll. you stuck your tongue out childishly before turning away to unpack your stuff from your suitcases.
"you need to unpack your stuff or they're going to end up wrinkly," you sang. kenma groaned and went over to unpack his stuff from his suitcase. after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence, you finish unpacking and patiently wait for kenma to finish.
while waiting for kenma to finish you start to innocently watch him unpack and soon figure out something shocking.
"kenma you really weren't lying when you said you weren't a style icon," you say in disgust. kenma pauses and turns around to glare at you "and i see you were,".
