Victory!
genre: fluff <3
pairing: kenma kozume x gn! reader
warnings: uhhhh this sucks BAD so beware... also feel free to bully me LMAO
THIS IS MY FIRST POST EVER ON TUMBLR
“Kenma,” you sighed, feeling completely defeated yet again. “Do you only do this to hurt me?”
“Huh?” he questioned, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. You had told him not to go easy on you, yet here you were asking for mercy. “It’s not my fault you suck at Mario Kart.”
“I do NOT suck at Mario Kart,” you said, mocking offense, “you’re just on, like, steroids or something.” It had been hours that you were trying to beat him, and much to your dismay, it hadn’t happened. No matter how much he denied it, you still believed he had hacked his character to go faster. There was no other way around it.
“There aren’t steroids in-”
“That’s what you want me to believe.”
“Whatever,” Kenma shrugged, knowing all too well that you were as stubborn as ever. He secretly wondered if he had let you win, just once, if you would settle down.
“So,” you started, “how do you feel about one more game?”
“You said ‘one more’ three times ago.”
“This time I mean it!”
“Fine,” he agreed reluctantly, picking up the controller to choose a course. He knew both of you would be here all night if you didn’t get what you wanted, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
As the race had begun, Kenma took the lead as Koopa Troopa, with you following close behind as Yoshi. He was composed as ever, speeding through Moo Moo Meadows with ease.
The screen flashed, signaling that both of you were on the third lap. You knew how to win without hacking the game. Trailing him in second, the finish line quickly approached you, far ahead of the NPCs. Victory was in your sights.
This time, you had a plan. Throw off Kenma, and give you just enough time to pass him and win. You leaned towards him quickly, careful not to throw off your pace, gently kissing his cheek.
Heat instantly rose to his cheeks, nearly snapping his neck to look at you. Did that really happen?
You didn’t back down, racing Yoshi across the finish line before Kenma could come back to his senses.
“What was that?”
“Kenma,” you said, placing a hand on his shoulder, “that’s called victory.”