RAINBOW ROAD. . . k. kemna + gn! reader
warnings/notes : drugs (weed), suggestive at the end is you reallyyyy squint, commissioned by the lovely @nnnyxie I had so much fun with this (seeing as a went WAY over the word count by 500 words, I've never written for kenma so thank you for taking me out of my comfort zone!
Cat like eyes look like heaven when they're hazy. The room filled with smoke, the lingering smell of weed, and the burnt out blunt sitting in the ash tray on the table felt more like a dream. Only because you were with him, always with Kenma.
He let out a breathy laugh, the weed kicking him in the brain to completely turn it off and looked over at you. Blonde hair peaked out of his hood, pulled up almost to his eyes as he leaned back against the couch. "We should play mario kart," he snickered.
Your eyes felt heavy, in the same position he was, and a stupid smile plastered to your face when you heard his question. "You got your ass beat the last time. You sure you want to do that?" The last time was only two days ago, two days ago where you both got a little too high and a little too handsy. Two days where you dared not talk about it in fear your friendship would come crashing down.
You knew Kenma since high school, became friends through Kuroo and bonded over a love for video games. Now you're adults, with your own lives and own dreams. But you always found yourself in his apartment every few days because you just can't say no when he offers. He's sweet, lets you smoke his weed, lets you steal his food, and puts a blanket over you when you eventually fall asleep on the couch next to him.
You didn't mean for your heart to become soft around him, to catch feelings for a high school best friend. But here you were, high off your ass and wishing the man would kiss you like he did two days ago. 'It didn't mean anything, we were high,' you told yourself. Over and over until you made yourself sick to your stomach. So, looking at him now made your heart ache.
He leans forward, slender fingers grabbing the controller on the table in front of him. When he grabbed the second, he handed it to you. "That never happened," sarcasm laced words dripping from a small silly smile.
"Bet I can do it again, Kozume." He rolled his eyes in return and started the game. Round after round, you could feel him inching closer to you. Maybe on purpose, or just by complete accident, but your heart raced faster the more your high wore off. His leg brushed against yours and you swallowed hard, hoping to gulp down the feelings right along with it. But the harder you pushed it down, the more violent it became coming right back up.
You lost, back to back to back. Not concentrating on the game anymore as he kept brushing against you. He was close to you you could reach over and touch his leg - a big part of you wanted go. But the sliver of self restraint kept you from doing so.
He looked over at you in confusion once a round ended, brows knitted and eyes not as cloudy as before. "Are you letting me win right now? You know I hate that." Sharp eyes scanned over your face and he cocked his head, a wave of worry rushed over you. What if he knew? What if he found out? What if he didn't reciprocate the feelings you felt so strongly. "Are you greening out on me?"
"No," you breathed. This is what happened two days ago. Getting a little too close, getting a little too comfortable, letting yourself lose more restraint because you wanted the man to feel the same way. "You're just- close."
"You want me to move away?" There was something in the way he spoke, not the usual tease and taunt you usually got. But an edge to it that made your stomach do flips.
"No." You watched him smile a little, and could see in your peripheral he fiddled with the controller. Something ate at him, made him nervous, because you know his quirks like the back of your hand.
"Are you greening out on me?" Asking in retort as a means to shift the subject off of you.
"No." Now you could smell the weed on him since he had your full attention, muddling with laundry soap. It brought you comfort, but also made your thoughts twist and turn in a maze. You associated it with him, for better or for worse.
Nothing was said for a moment, only the quiet music of the game in the background flooding your ears. You liked the way he looked at you, you liked the way he treated you, you liked the way his lips felt on yours two days ago and wanted it again.
"Kozume?" Voice now a small murmer and he hummed in response. "Did you mean it the other day? When you kissed me?" It clicked in his mind as soon as he heard your words, and his cheeks went red and crept towards his ears.
You watched as his eyes cast down, embarrassed, as if you finally caught a child with their hand in a cookie jar. "I-" but his words caught in his throat. Dread pooled in your stomach at his reaction and you pulled away, instantly regretting the question and wishing you had never asked it.
"Wait!" Cold fingers meant your wrist and pulled. "I just-" he groaned, frustrated at himself for not finding the right words.
"You just?" Your jaw went tight and stomach lunched, a sickness in you that was bubbling up out of pure agony awaiting his response. However, his response was wordless as his lips met yours. You could feel the heat from his cheeks, blushing like a mad man who just might combust from nerves alone. He was a lot more confident when he was high, but sober his stomach tied in knots and anxiety hit him like a train.
Two days ago, he kissed you hard. Passionate and needy, as the weed turned his brain to tv static. But today it was soft, meaningful, and you felt yourself melt. Melting into him, into the kiss, letting the warmth of both engulf you like a blanket on a cold day. He murmured a small yes in between kisses, letting you both free of the padlocked feelings. Video games and smoking turned into warm kisses and tangling limbs.
