Summary: Reader is busy and Kenma craves their attention
Kenma had been playing video games for a while.
On normal circumstances, there wouldn’t anything else worth his time to do, but when his reasoning for playing was to distract himself from your absence to how busy you were, and how little attention you were able to spare him, the usual good feeling that came with his Switch just wasn’t there.
A small puff of air passed his lips as he flicked the console off, flopping down onto your bed with a small frown gracing the features you would always compliment, telling him how pretty he was.
You were usually an extremely attentive and affectionate partner, he knew that. It wasn’t like this was a normal occurrence, and it certainly was not the case that you often left him feeling neglected. In fact, he thought you were the needy one; you always doted on him, cuddling him and showering him with attention.
Was he so used to your company that you being busy left him feeling so utterly lonely? He thought that he found your affections borderline smothering; when did he become so reliant? Why was he upset by the fact you were busy?
(You had come home from your job (which he had told you many times that you didn’t need because he could pay for everything) with some left over paperwork to do. That was fine, it really was, but he distinctly remembers you telling him it wouldn’t take you long, which it most definitely was)
He doesn’t remember when he became so needy.
He closed his eyes, allowing thoughts of you to fill his mind. Thoughts of you holding him close, your delicious, velvety scent swathing him like a spell, just your sweet smell enough to make him fall in love with you all over again. The way your soft lips spoke beautiful words to him, filling his heart with all the love you have for him, and how your warm breath on his neck reminded him that you were so alive and you were right there next to him.
But oh - god forbid he forgets - your eyes. They held all the words that would go unspoken: words of kindness and sentiment, so strong. They looked at him holding all of the care and admiration humanly possible: innocent, unadulterated love for him. They glimmered with all the virtues of the stars in the sky: simply bewitching.
He sighed, sitting up and stretching his shoulders; his body ached with a dull throb of need to be held by you.
He couldn’t just wait anymore.
His bare feet padded quietly on the hard wood of your shared apartment, his legs carried him to the study, where you currently sat on the other side of a closed door, diligently working on whatever evil work was keeping you so late.
If it hadn’t been completely silent in the room (save for the scratching of your pen on paper, and the occasional rustling of you turning a page), you wouldn’t have heard the gentle knock on your door, coming from your partner on the other side
Your lips turned up in a smile: so gentle like the man himself,
“Yeah Ken?” you called out to him, not taking your focus off of the paper in front of you for a second. The only thing you could think off was finishing your work so you could finally curl up in bed and let sleep swallow you whole.
He quietly opened the door, stepping in ever so slightly, but not close enough to enter your bubble of concentrations, the beautiful eyes he loved so much not even lifting to spare him a glance.
He wasn’t sure why he took it to heart, but it hurt,
“Are you almost done?” he asked, watching your hunched figure scribbling down numbers and god-knows what else. You threw him a look over your shoulder, catching his rich, golden eyes in the smallest of stares,
“Um, almost?” you spoke, more as a question, telling him what he needed to know - you were no where near done. He sighed,
“Oh, okay. Do you need anything?” He responded. His voice was coloured with dejection and his face was sour, but he hadn’t expected you to pick up on it; above all he was good at hiding his emotions. And yet you finally spun around in your chair, facing him with a look of concern at his tone. Your eyes scanned his face, taking in the man you fell in love with.
“Is everything okay?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. Your gaze was intense and he almost had to look away, and he would’ve if he wasn’t desperately revelling in the fraction of attention you had to spare him, “What’s wrong?”
You were busy, he didn’t want to disturb you, but he also couldn’t lie. So, ever so shyly, his cheeks flushed,
“You’ve been working for a while, I miss your company,” he said.
Kenma, the one who pushed your head away when you’re giving him too much attention, Kenma, the one who complains and whinges when you cling to him too much, misses your company?
The noise that passed your lips was unintelligible (some sort of happiness noise, he presumed.) You jumped up out of your spinney chair and bounded up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his head flush against chest, rocking him back and forth and once again enveloping him in your honeyed smell,
“Awwwh Pudding! So you do love me after all?” you cooed, running your hand through his soft hair, still rocking him happily. He would’ve smiled, if he could,
“I can’t breath [Name],” he said simply, making you giggle as you let him escape from your embrace, admiring the small smile that graced his features,
“Sorry Ken!” You chirped, cradling his face in your palms, placing a small kiss to the tip of his nose, “I just can’t help it!”
“It’s okay,” He said softly, just content with the attention you were showing him, happy things were back to normal, even if for a moment. You beamed at him, your happiness radiating off of you like ray of sun,
“You-” a kiss on the nose, “are-” a kiss on the forehead, “just-” a kiss on the left cheek, “so-” a kiss on the right cheek, “cute!” You finished with a tender kiss on his lips, longer than the others. He couldn’t even find it in himself to complain like he usually did: this was what he wanted anyway,
“I love you [Name]” He said softly after you pulled away, his golden eyes staring lovingly into your own, a small smile playing on his lips. You smiled even wider, running your hands down his shoulders and arms to slip your hands into his pretty setter ones. His thumbs immediately drew small, soothing shapes on the backs of your hands as soon as you held onto him firmly. It was his own love language,
“I love you more, Kenma,” You said cheekily with a grin. But it soon fell, regarding him with slight guilt, “I’m sorry I made you feel lonely,” You apologised quietly, and although he knew you really shouldn’t need to apologise, the absolute sincerity in your voice made him feel like it would be an insult not to accept it. He squeezed your hands,
“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologise, you’re busy.”
“Hmm yeah, I am,” You said thoughtfully, eyes glossing with thought for a moment, before snapping back with a smile, “But my work can wait! How about we make some apple pie to make up for poor baby’s lack of attention today?” You teased, pinching his cheek and pulling at it.
He swotted your hand away in annoyance (there was the Kenma you knew) but it didn’t stop his eyes lighting up at the prospect of his favourite food, and you knew he couldn’t resist.
And so you dragged him to the kitchen, hands still linked, and the two of you spent the rest of the evening attempting (very poorly) to make apple pie, a night filled with loving touches and doting that was, for once, not pushed away.
“Why do you look so tired?” Kenma questioned the next morning, and you rolled your eyes,
“Gee, thanks for the confidence boost, Ken,” You responded sarcastically, avoiding the question, poking at your breakfast with your fork. He frowned,
“Don’t dodge the question,” He commanded, staring with a sharp cat-like gaze that made you trip over your words,
“W-w-w-well I wanted to finish my work! So that I’d have all of today to spend with you,” you answered, quieter than usual, and this time it was his turn to coo,
“You’re just so cute,” he replied, mocking your words from the night before with a flick of your forehead, “And stupid.”
“We’re napping today, you need to sleep,”
AN: I hope you enjoyed, I really enjoyed writing, even though I think I sort of screwed up his character lol! Let me know if there are any mistakes :)
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