ᴋᴀᴍɪɴᴀʀɪ's ʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ

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6:47 ᴀᴍ

Creak. The door sounded, breaking the silence of the whole room.

Her throat was in a bit sore from the argument she had yesterday.

"Kyo?"

Another voice filled the room. The voice that makes her heart pulsate more. Her eyelids slowly opened, seeing a blonde figure on the doorway. Although, her vision is a bit blurry at the moment, she still managed to stand up away from her disheveled bed. Her hand leaned on the white wall at the left side, using it as a support.

"Denki, something wrong?"

Her brows knitted as she was trying to suppress the anxiety inside her throbbing heart.

"Let's have breakfast. Come on, join me."

A smile crept on his lips. Her eyes scanned the the male in front of her. 'He is back to normal,' she thought.

"Of course."

She smiled back and followed him to the dining room. There already stood her plate with stack of pancakes. The chair is pulled as the blonde signalled her to sit.

"You've already done too much Denki. I can do it."

"But you're tired. I told you that I'm going to handle everything here. Just rest."

Indeed she was quite tired from the previous events. Well, there's no wrong if she will let him do things but just for today. She made her way to the empty chair as Denki sat on the other side. The pancake was sliced and she was about to shove a piece to her mouth when she speak again.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I want you to be the first one to eat what I've made."

Kyoka chuckled. He has this habit to keep insisting her.

"Wait, you made this?"

"Yeah. I don't want to tire you so I made breakfast."

His shy gestures made her blush. She only managed to smile before she eat.

"Wow, you're actually good at pancakes."

"I'm glad to hear that."

What could Kyoka ask for? She has a loving husband and a perfect life. But there was something that makes her anxious deep down. It was like she's closely monitored in a facility. She finished up the food on her plate as she lick the syrup that was sliding down her thumb.

"Give me your plate. I'll go and wash it."

"Bu-but, I can--"

"No buts."

She sighed. There's no point in arguing with that.

"Kyo, please take a rest."

And with that, he went to the kitchen to wash as Kyoka lied down on the couch. Out of boredom, she pulled her phone out from the pocket. She noticed that she have 3 new messages from Kirishima.

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢: 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭!

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢: 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢: 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨!

Kyoka laughed at the messages. How she missed working with the band.

𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚: 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭? xD

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢: 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 T__T

Her fingers quickly typed as she smiled at the thought. Kirishima and Bakugo will be famous in the whole Japan someday.

𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚: 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 ^^

𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢: 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐫. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐫𝐬. 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬

𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐤𝐚: 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 (+_+)

She was about to type again when her phone was snatched away. A pair of lackluster eyes met her. Is she staring at a different person? Well, she isn't. It's her husband.

Ba-dump

Ba-dump

"Who are you chatting with?"

Ba-dump

"No one."

"Liar."

Anger is laced on his words. It was like she was in front of a different person. This one is the one she was nervous about. This side of Denki.

Ba-dump

Ba-dump

She can hear her own heartbeat faster than its normal rate. Memories from few days ago recollected in her mind.

"I told you not talk with Sero!"

"But he's just telling me some details for our  upcoming reunion!"

"You know what? We won't join that damn reunion anymore."

Every single day is always like that. She never knew that she would deal this kind of problem. She thought it was just a simple jealousy yet, it isn't.

"Don't talk to anyone. Talk to me. Only me."