I'm a watermelon slammed into your driveway Crack me open so I feel the air inside me

Kenma was unsure when it started. But he wanted to impress you. Aesthetically, you were different from him. A huge contrast. But the way your mind works, how authentic and kind you were — Kenma was down bad.

In his room, he asked you to sing a song he was writing. You were playing around with his continuous stringing, coming up lyrics along the way.

"Like a tongue-tongue," you sang, "in my ear drum, dumb-dumb."

Kenma stared at you, his fingers never stopping as he listened to the way you sang.

"Music boyfriend, I'm your yum-yum," you held your headphones to hear yourself better, "call me and I'll come."

You gave him a bright smile. "Fuck the rest of them. Fuck 'em all. Fuck 'em all, but us."

Am I dreaming or did you just kiss me

He stopped playing. His hand idle as he watched you giggle in-between the lyrics that was already muted in his ears. The background a blur as he realized he was falling impossibly, deeply in love with you.

You don't know it but you already miss me