Kenma is your first and greatest love. Even when he wasn't aware of it.

'Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard?' Your friend asked you — so during one afternoon, you decided to drop by. That's when you first met him. Dyed golden locks cascading around his face as his nimble fingers fidget on the buttons of his Switch.

I can't help but feel somewhat like my body marred my soul. Handmade beauty sealed up by two man-made walls

Time passed by and he remained at the same spot. Sooner enough, conversations seemed to flow freely and you slowly started to slip into the gaps of his own book. The sentences that seemed like a stranger grows into familiarity. The paragraphs that dawned over you made you feel less nervous and more welcomed.

It shouldn't hurt when he develops some sort of affection to a newly-appointed manager of their volleyball team. Right, he plays volleyball. You want to watch him play sometimes.

"There's a girl who sings 'Hotel California'," he admitted sheepishly with a flush in his cheeks, "not because she loves the notes or sounds that sound like Florida." he is so painfully in love. Who knew he could give such boyish smile?

That smile should be for me. Your mind screamed as your head bobbed like an automatic response to his rambling.

Oh, man. When's it gonna be my turn? _ The sound of squeaking rubber shoes and slams of volleyball echoed inside the court. Your eyes could only follow the blonde as he sets and grunts out of frustrations from his fatigue.

But it all worked out in the end. After all, he is Kozume Kenma. You should be happy since they won, since his hardwork paid off. So why?

Why did it hurt when his eyes weren't on you?

Don't forget me. Your eyes followed his path. Of course, it was her.

Your hands shake as you gripped your knuckles, When's it gonna be my turn?

Eyes fluttered to a close. This longing and yearn is starting to suffocate you.

Open me up, tell me you like me Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself