Prompt: Kenma stands up for (Y/n)

Warning: Very strong language, and very cheesy threats

Word count: 610

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You've known Kemna for some time now, and you would like to think you knew him well. He was reserved and often did not speak unless spoken to. He liked to spend time by himself playing video games, and the only other hobby he had from that was volleyball. He was not a very complex boy, but you were not complaining in the slightest. In fact, you had a bit of a crush on him. Kenma was highly observant, which often meant he could realize something was wrong with you, emotionally or physically, before you fully acknowledged it yourself. It was good to know you had someone like him looking out for you.

"(Y/n)," Kenma spoke, his volume relatively low. This was a poor attempt to warn you, but you failed to hear his words before you ended up colliding with a stranger on the sidewalk. You stumbled back, tripping and falling onto the ground.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" The stranger growled with hostility. "Watch where you're fucking going!" You were startled, the kickback of bumping into someone leaving you frazzled and the angry stranger in front of you appearing very frightening. The stranger looked to be about the same age as you and Kenma, but that didn't make him any less scary.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to run into you," You apologized, trying to neutralize the situation. "I wasn't paying attention."

"You're damn right you weren't paying attention!" He snapped back, stepping closer to where you sat still on the ground. "I should teach you a lesson so you don't forget next time." The stranger cracked his knuckles, approaching you. You were petrified. Was this guy really about to assault you for accidentally bumping into him? You held your arm up to cover your face, a poor attempt to try and protect yourself. However, the stranger didn't get to take another step.

"Back up," Kenma told the boy sternly. Kenma had stepped in front of you to protect you from the stranger. The stranger seemed to lag a bit, hesitating to go throw with his threat.

"Yeah? What are you gonna do about it, you scrawny bitch," The stranger insulted, invading Kenma's personal space. You held your breath, anxious to see how Kenma would respond. He wasn't one for this kind of behavior.

"If you try to hurt them," Kenma spoke, his voice dangerously calm, "I'll hurt you." Something about the collected yet fatal glint Kenma's golden cat-like eyes made the boy afraid. The boy didn't move, unsure what he ought to do. He was far too scared to challenge Kenma, but his pride prevented him from apologizing.

"Leave," Kenma stated after realizing the boy was indecisive. "Now!" The boy jumped, startled by the sudden shout. You even jumped. You've never heard Kenma raise his voice before. The boy stuffed his hands in his pockets and scoffed.

"Whatever," He muttered, his voice cracking just barely. He stomped off, rather quickly. You remained on the ground, too stunned to recover. Kenma turned around and extended his hand to help you get to your feet. You took it and he pulled you up, surprisingly easily. You brushed yourself off swiftly and smiled gratefully at your friend.

"Thank you," You said, deeply appreciating his actions. He kind of shocked you. He had never been a bold person, but he was willing to shout at a stranger to make sure you would be safe. It made you feel... loved, in a strange way. Your heart fluttered when he smiled at you.

"Don't mention it," He said. He turned around and started to continue walking. You quickly caught up to him, resisting the urge to reach out and hold his hand.