Kenma's phone went off in his back pocket, both his and yachi's attention turning to it.
"Who is it-"
"Doesn't matter."
The two turned silent as kenma looked up at a shocked Yachi, a smile slowly creeping on her face.
"Aw, kenma, that's so sweet-"
Kenma leaned up and cut her off, kissing her deeply as shoyo started to cry just a few miles away.
