❝𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚, 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙖.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a financially struggling college girl found the dirty little secret of a wealthy stockholder/videogamer and how she was cornered like a prey because of it.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Post-Ti...
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"I don't particularly like it," Kenma said as he sat on his gaming chair, leaning in as the comfortable chair almost swallowed his body as he sprawled languidly.
In his hands he hold a controller, eyes fix on the screen in front. But in his ears were the wireless earbuds as he listened to Kuroo speaking at the other end of the line.
"Yeah, but you're still coming," Kuroo said. "They'd be glad to see you there."
Kenma didn't say anything. His eyes still fix on the screen until the word game over came and he sighed almost heavily. He put the controller down as he leaned in, his head resting on the headrest. "Is it tonight?"
"Yeah! You're gonna come alright."
"Sure," Kenma said, almost muttering the word like he isn't really sure himself.
"Should I come pick you up?" Kuroo asked. He's been bragging about the new car he got since he started working.
"No," Kenma said. "I'll drive there myself."
He isn't really a big fan of driving. He just bought a car for the purpose of convenience. Though he rarely use it anyways. Kuroo chuckled, saying that Kenma will come one last time before the call ended.
