Prompt: (Y/n) has a habit of admiring Kenma from afar, but as a result, Kenma is made uncomfortable by her endless stares of unseen affection

Warning: None, but originally this was going to be super fluffy but sad songs came on shuffle while I was writing and shit happened

Word count: 638

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Kenma knew this feeling all too well, it was a feeling he hated; someone was looking at him. He really disliked the attention, but he didn't know how to make it stop. He nervously tried to cower and hunch over his desk during class as he sensed someone's eyes on him. He felt... itchy, fidgety, and quite uncomfortable. He would like to tell whoever was staring at him to stop, but he didn't know who was looking at him and not to mention he lacked the courage to even speak to new people.

You, on the other hand, had no idea Kenma even knew you were staring at him. You struggled to help yourself when it came to the setter. You often found your gaze resting on the video-game addict in bliss. Everyone knows the saying, the heart wants what the heart wants and your heart wanted Kenma. You had a huge crush on him but required the confidence to even think about approaching him.

When you closed your eyes at night, you could almost perfectly recreate an image of Kenma in your mind. His observant golden irises were a wonder to behold, and you thought it would be rather nice to stare into them from time to time, but you've never actually made eye-contact with Knema. His soft features made your heart flutter, he looked like he would be so gentle and careful with you. His silk-like two-toned hair was so unique and good-looking, you wondered what it would feel like to run your fingers through his hair.

His lips looked so soft and kissable, you knew for sure you would faint if you were to see him smile. You speculated if playing volleyball left Kenma with a toned body, or was he as lean as he looked. You also speculated how his voice would sound when saying your name.

'Did he ever put his hair up? That would look so good on him,' You thought to yourself. Maybe it was a bit creepy... Yeah, it was totally a bit creepy. You were a teenager, though, what's to be expected? You had a crush and you couldn't stop yourself from fantasizing about him.

Was such a thing pathetic? You only know who he is, what he likes, and what sport he played by asking around or overhearing others speak of him. The more you thought about it, the worse you felt as your eyes lingered on him as class was dismissed. If only you had the nerve to just get up and talk to him. Would he even want to talk to you, though?

Oh, the struggles of having a crush...

"(Y/n), are you still with me?" Your friend asked, waving their hand in front of your face. You shook your head before laying it down onto your desk. Your friend sighed and patted your head.

"What's wrong?" They asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Am I... Am I pathetic?" You asked, your voice staying low so no one else could hear.

"What? No," Your friend easily responded. "Why would you ask that?" You discretely pointed a finger in Kenma's direction as he disappeared out the door and down the hall. Your friend sighed, knowing all too well your predicament. They wanted to tell you to just go for it. They wanted to tell you some things are worth taking a risk for. They wanted to tell you no matter what happens, you'll be glad you tried. It was frustrating to watch someone you care about tare themselves apart over someone they might actually be happy with.

Kenma hated being stared at. He didn't like the feeling of someone's eyes on him. But maybe if he knew it was you looking at him, he wouldn't be so quick to get troubled. If he knew why you kept staring at him, he wouldn't feel so stressed. Will he ever know?