summary; you meet in person for the first time
- pairing; k.kenma x gn!reader
- genre; fluff
- w.c; 779
- warnings; none
a/n; for @kirakirasaku 💕 this song is so beautiful and the lyrics are haunting 😭 i can't bring myself to do anything angsty with kenma, he's my lil feral bby so i hope you don't mind this fluffy piece! kozume kenma + yasashii suisei by yoasobi
*this fic is a part of my 500 follower milestone event. check out the other fics here!
Kenma’s thumbs fly across the keyboard.
it’s okay, he types, me too
The little gray bubble appears beneath his message, his left leg bounces.
The bubble disappears, then reappears, going back and forth a few times which only spikes his anxiety even more. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe he should tell the driver to stop, drop him off right here and get a ride back home—
Promise you won’t be disappointed?
He’s quick to respond.
i could never
He’s adamant about those three words, wish he could emphasize them with all the emotions swirling around inside of him. How could he be when you gave him the moon and stars? When you’ve slowly become the reason he wakes up in the morning, the last person he thinks of when he falls asleep, the reason he’s always so smiley on his live streams, just knowing you’re there watching and cheering him on.
His phone pings again.
I think there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight
Kenma glances out the window, at the blurring street lamps and the sliver of the moon. You booked a late flight, taking off for the airport right after work so you could spend an extended weekend with him.
i hope so, he writes, it’ll be fun to watch it with you
He slouches in the seat. how much longer is the flight?
Pilot just announced we should be landing soon. They’re turning off the WiFi in preparation
His heart squeezes.
Aww Ken-ken don’t miss me too much 😘
I’ll see you soon, love
A smile blooms across his face.
see you soon, land safely
You don’t respond after that, the WiFi is probably cut off, and Kenma scrolls through your past conversations. Photos of cats, food and breathtaking landscapes are scattered between little text bubbles. Voice and video call logs litter the screen and Kenma can’t help but grin as he rereads old messages.
He thinks back on the video call you had two months ago. He was exhausted, having come home from back-to-back meetings for an upcoming merch launch but his day is never complete without talking to you.
“You know,” you said, as you fell back on your bed, his phone screen blurring for a moment from the movement. “I have a three-day weekend coming up in a couple of months.”
His heart sped up.
“Oh,” he said as casually as possible. “Do you have any plans?”
The mischievous grin you gave him made him flush, causing him to avert his eyes and look at the wall. “Well, I was looking at flights…”
“And?” Kenma knew how impatient he sounded but he didn't care.
“And,” you said with a laugh, “It’s actually not that bad.” You sat up, staring into the screen with a serious expression. “What do you think, Ken-ken? Should we meet?”
You ended up booking the tickets twenty minutes later.
Kenma jumps, a heat prickling his cheeks, ears, and neck as he scrambles to exit the car. He nods at the driver, giving him a 5-star rating and a tip through the app before checking his messages to see if there was anything from you.
So far, nothing.
He sighs and shuffles inside the airport, happy it’s not too busy as he looks for a board with incoming flights information. He checks which terminal you’ll be coming from and proceeds to make his way over. As he walks, Kenma checks his phone and notices a news ad pop up with the words “METEOR SHOWER: LIVE.” Curious, he clicks on it and sees what looks like a live feed of the night sky, stars twinkling in the digital picture.
Then he sees it. One shoots across the screen. A moment later, a second one. Kenma watches in awe as the stars sparkle and streak across the night sky. He’s so busy watching, he doesn’t notice that he walked right by you until you softly call his name.
He freezes. His heart is pounding, blood rushing so loudly in his ears, he wonders how on earth he even heard you in the first place. He has to remind himself to breathe as he turns slowly until he’s met with your smile.
It’s a real smile, not one pixelated on his phone, not one sent to him as a photo that he stares at longingly until Kuroo calls him out on it. No, it's a real smile, one that eclipses the stars (falling or not), the sun, and the moon combined.
You tighten your hold on your suitcase.
“Hey Kenma,” you whisper. He pockets his phone, a smile slowly growing on his face.
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