He slipped the kitchen knife into his pocket after cutting a thin slice of bread. He covered the knife with his bare hand in his pocket, trying to hide it from his mother. 

He grabbed the slice of bread with his other hand and took a small bite out of its corner.

"Is that all you're going to eat?" his mother asked. He nodded slowly before walking upstairs once again.

This was it. He didn't want to live without y/n. His small heart couldn't take it. There wasn't a single soul on the planet that would care if he was gone now. She was his reason to wake up in the morning. She was his reason to keep pushing himself. But now that she was gone, why would he continue?

He threw himself onto the floor, collapsing into a relaxed crisscrossed position. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them once again. Pulling the knife out of his pocket, he slid his fingers over its sharp blade.

The world finally felt right. He didn't have anything to worry about now. Tears were building up in his mind as he remembered y/n's voice.

Her presence was engraved into his mind, and he didn't plan on letting go of it. 

He held the knife against his wrist, pushing harder and harder until a thick drop of blood appeared on his arm. He slid the blade horizontally, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. It felt so good. And now, y/n wouldn't be harmed from it either. 

Blood poured out of his wrist, more than ever. A single tear dripped from his left eye, slowly finding its way down his cheek. 

He lifted the knife from his wrist, blood covering its tip. He was gonna do it. He couldn't stand this anymore. He slowly gripped the knife with two hands, the blade facing towards himself. 

He lined up the blade with his lower abdomen, taking a deep breath. 

"I love you, y/n," he smiled as he closed his eyes for the last time. The world swirled around him, everything falling into a deep abyss of emotions. 

Kenma pushed the knife, feeling it dent into his skin. A burst of pain spread throughout his body, but it felt good at the same time. He leaned the knife deeper into his abdomen as small coughs flowed out of his mouth. 

This was it. This was the end.

His vision started to fade as he loosened his grip around the knife. He couldn't feel his body anymore, it felt like he was floating in an unknown world. 

And as his last two fingers released their grip around the knife, his whole world went dark. 

He loved her. 

And she loved him.

It was all just overrated love, in the end.