Kenma couldn't understand it—he's supposed to be the most logical person; the one with reason at all times.

So why? Why am I here again?

Kenma looked down at his hand where he clutched a snack that you seemed to like. He was already second guessing himself if this was the right decision—or a way to crucify himself.

He was supposed to be just a friend. One that listens to you rant even when he never understood how emotional you could get. The one that saw you at the most vulnerability. One that accompanied you when you needed to call someone.

Kenma was always your someone. But somehow, he seems unsure if he still wants to stay the same with you.

He stiffened when you finally met eyes with him. The leaves of the tree swayed as the breeze settled in. It was a rather cool weather for the afternoon.

The boy took a shaky breath before finally walking to your direction.

He's already guilty as sin, anyway.