Say, say it You do this all the time No sense in holding back tonight

Kenma's eyes sauntered over your form. The lights of the club were hues of red and blue, ultimately becoming purple in his view.

But he was drunk, perhaps. The smell of the liquor and cheap perfume made his head spin along with the alcohol.

No sense in holding back tonight Can't contain it, even if I tried

He wasn't sure when it started, how it developed, especially since you were a friend.

Get lost in the moment Get lost with you, but I

After all, he had been acquainted with you for years, so why just now? It didn't make sense for him to fall in love with you.

But he did anyway.

And Kenma was suffering.

Say the word I know what you're thinking, but just say it first

But he found himself staggering towards you. There was nothing else in his mind but the thought of feeling your touch against his skin.

Kenma wasn't a stranger to touching you. In fact, he had memorized it. The blonde believes he would immediately know you even when his eyes were closed.

He remembers the softness of your flesh, its certain warmth—even the curve in-between your hip and stomach—he would confess with no sense of guilt.

After all, Kenma doesn't understand how come he fell in love with you just now. But he understands why he fell in love with you.

And Kenma believed that it was hard not to.