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kenma disliked valentine's day.
scratch that, he hated it. it seemed so unnecessary, such a waste of a celebration -- no, it was not because he hadn't ever had anyone to share the day with. it was just not worth it, and so mediocre --
yet here he was, standing outside your door with a bunch of flowers to complete the cliché.
shouyou "hiya, kenma!"
atsumu "heya! ooh, are those [fav flowers]? i'll take those, thank you!"
shouyou doesn't really hide the way he ogles at kenma's 'i tried a littleharder today' outfit before hugging him, aside.
(he looked like he actually wasn't wearing his pyjamas today!!!)
kenma huffs at the physical contact, but relaxes, hoping he can somehow take all of shouyou's bundles of energy to keep himself going through the day.
kenma "where's y/n?"
atsumu "easy now, eager beaver."
shouyou "probably on the toilet! yaknow, cause of nerves."
kenma stifles a sigh.
atsumu "come inside, we don't bite."
atsumu, fairly amused, ushers kenma -- who had just wanted to wait outside -- into the apartment.
he had now gotten used to the very touchy-feely hospitality, and at times, he envied how you were in an environment where you were constantly surrounded by people who loved and cared for you.
that said, the knowledge of being able to trust that you would always return home somewhere safe gave kenma a feeling of solace.
y/n "i'm right here."
he turns to face you, and you'd have to squint to see it, but the corners of kenma's mouth just slightly upturn.
kenma "happy valentine's day."
y/n "yeah, you too."
he falls short on words, pondering on what he should say next.
he takes a proper look at you, and his expression softens as he meets your gaze.
