#kenma kouzume

[lookingforlia]

Kenma x reader

Winter days with kenma .

- refuses to leave his bed and comforter which is finally comfortable and warm after he has laid there for hours. So you would have to go over at his place if you wanna hangout.

- isn't ready to finish the day so can't fall asleep and mentally not prepared to start a new day so can't wake up. That's why he has the most fucked up sleep schedule.

-On winter breaks he sleeps at 5am and wakes up at 2pm so if you wake him up early in the morning , he's gonna whine for the rest of the day.

- is big on texting.

- stuffers with anxiety , but while texting he feels more at ease . Don't be surprised if you see him online at 5 am on a school night.

-loves to listen to you just talking about your day and random things , he is a listener .

- would ask you about your day and offer to listen if you wanna vent. He loves listening to you even if it's just random stuff.

- if you think he's not paying attention since he isn't saying anything , you're wrong , he is and he would remember the smallest details.

- even kuro can't drag him out of his room . It's too cold outside . He'd rather stay in his bed than get up or go out and get something to eat . But if you tell him you're hanging out with kuro instead since he won't get up he would be there in 5 mins .

- has a bunch of food apps on his phone and knows how to get discount on each and every one of those. So you always end up saving money when he orders the food with discount and vouchers.

- you somehow always end up on discord calls with him in the middle of the night , and he stays until you fall asleep.

- might catch him whisper "I love you" when he thinks you fell asleep.

- somedays you wake up in the morning to find the call still ongoing.

- soft cat vibes

- owns a housecat and pouts when you tell him you came over just to see his housecat . High-key trolls his cat for it and then sends you it's funny videos all the time.

- sometimes kuro joins in with the calls and you guys play games until all your sleep schedules are fucked.

- very salty if kuroo actually ends up dragging him out. He loathes the chilly weather , and being out of his comfort zone . But he would end up enjoying the day if you came along . Would lokey be glad later that kuro dragged him.

- would give you his jacket if you're cold at an instant because he isn't that cold anymore after you and kuro made him move around .

-he would leave you his jacket so you have to come give it to him the next day.

- but he prefers indoor dates where you guys stay in , play games or watch movies , and order takeout.

- big on cuddles , would lay on your lap while he plays games , he would love to hold you on his lap too while he plays games and softly play with you hair

- loves you playing with his hair just the same

- you dye your hair together

- snuggles with you when you come over and leaves small kisses every then and now .

-Does not mind kuro in the room , he doesn't care if kuro sees or teases , he does it intentionally knowing that sometimes third wheeling makes kuro slightly uncomfortable .

"Get a room you guys "

"Nope , you leave. If you don't wanna witness further ."

- would help you bake of cook if you asked him to , would enjoy it too since it's with you.

- would buy matching sweaters and mufflers with you and post em on his Instagram

- if you knit him a muffler or anything , he would show it off to all the people in his volleyball team and his stream.

- would randomly buy you cute beinies , mufflers or gloves because he saw it online and it reminded him of you.

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[star-struck01]

Pudding and Whiskers Pt. 4.5

You meet someone cute at your work and your friend gives them your number

Masterlist | Pt. 4

(Not my photo)

Kenma Kouzume x GN!Reader

Word Count: 654

Written: 12/10/2020

Edited: 08/17/2023

You have been with Kenma for almost a year now, and every day has been amazing. He’s definitely changed your view of relationships, that’s for sure. You were saving up money for a new game he was into that was coming out soon, just in time for your anniversary. As you walked into the cafe, checking how much money you still needed for the game, something felt wrong. You looked up and around, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary so far. You made your way to the staff room, changed into your uniform, and headed to the front of the store, changing the sign from closed to open. You carefully make your way through the purrs and meows to the register, but you still can’t shake this weird feeling. You take a few steps from behind the register, looking around at the cafe. It clicks in your head that you don’t know where Yui is, and you quickly and carefully look around the cafe, searching in all her usual spots. You begin calling Yui, even shaking a box of treats, which only attracts the other cats. As you slowly begin to panic, Hina walks in, and you make your way to her. “Hey Hina? Have you seen Yui? I can’t find her anywhere.” You furrowed your brows, looking at your friend.

“Yui? Oh…Y/N she was adopted yesterday.” Hina looked heartbroken, like she didn’t want to tell you this.

Your heart dropped into your stomach, and your bottom lip quivered slightly. A shaky smile spread across your face. Oh, that’s good; I’m happy for her.” You started walking to the staff room, breaking down as soon as you shut the door. After crying for what felt like hours, you dried your tears and stood up, grabbing your water bottle and taking a swig of water. You calmed your breathing and changed out of your uniform, throwing your hood up and walking out of the building, keeping your head low. You stuck an earbud in and played your music, finding a sad playlist to listen to while you walked to Kenma’s apartment, wishing that it was raining to represent your feelings. You opened his door, upset with the events of the day. You always told yourself that you didn't care if she got adopted, but that wasn't true; you did care, and you really wanted her. You dropped your work bag near the door, just as you shut it with your foot. You looked up to see Kenma's head pop out of his bedroom, concern written on his face. "What's wrong, Y/N?" He frowned but didn't make any movement to come closer to you or out of his room.

You sighed and took off your jacket. "Yui was adopted today." Your bottom lip quivers slightly. "I really wanted her as my own, and I was stupid to think she wouldn't be adopted. She's just so perfect." You made your way closer to Kenma just as he shifted out of the door, a small Calico cat in his arms.

"Would it make you feel better if I was the one who adopted her?" A small smile graced his features just as your jaw dropped.

"You didn't."

"I did; I saw how sad you looked every day that you couldn't keep her, and then we started dating, so I decided that I would adopt her so you could see her all the time, and I'd be caring for her so you wouldn't be stressed about caring for her, school, and work." Your bottom lip began quivering again as you ran over and embraced Kenma, burying your face in his shoulder and muttering, Thank you. When you finished crying tears of joy (which you denied even happened), you plucked Yui from his arms and peppered kisses all over her fur before turning to look at Kenma with a wide smile on your face.

"I love you."

#kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma x male reader #kenma x gn reader #kenma x female reader #haikyuu x reader #x reader #x male reader #x female reader #x gn reader

[hearts-4-valentine]

« 𝙸𝚝'𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 »

{This is a new version than what’s on my Wattpad}

Summary: You weren't ok. You trouble yourself a lot. You tried to do what you loved but it was hard. But there was a person who made it all better…

MENTION OF R@APE

At school everything's ok but at it really wasn't. Your father is an alcoholic and your mother was an drug addict and they both abused you.

You didn’t want people to worry about you. That would make everything worse than it already is.

But your boyfriend, Kenma Kouzume made everything better. He was there when you needed him and he never ignored you.

★✩✩★✩✩★✩✩★✩✩★✩✩★✩✩★✩✩

You invited your boyfriend Kenna over for a little hang out. When he got here he was greeted by your mother and your little sister

Your sister had no idea her parents were treating you like this. If she knew she would've told him long ago.

"Hi kenma" your mom said. "Hello Mrs L/n". Your mom was putting on an act. You were so glad your father wasn't there. Your father was far worse than your mother.

Your father physically abused you, he threw his beer bottles at you, and once tried to rape you. You got a plan B just in case you were pregnant. (Which you probably were)

At least your mother has more control than you father. If only she didn't call you slurs.

Kenma went upstairs to your room and you weren't there. But he heard whimpering from the bathroom. "Hey kitten? Are you in there?"

"Baby? Kitten? Y/n? I'm coming in."

Kitten are you al-" As Kenma went into the bathroom he was never had been so shocked in his life.

Kenma looked at you with fear in his eyes.

You sitting on the floor with cuts and bl**od on the dripping of your body and onto the floor.

"Hey baby!? Kitten?!" You had fainted because of blood loss.

Kenma quickly got his phone and called an ambulance. In the meantime he tried shaking you to see if you’d respond. Nothing.

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At the hospital your mother was sitting beside you.

"You spoiled brat! What did you do?! Just wait until you get home!"

"What are you going to tell f/n (fathers name)."

You were so sick of your parents and everyday it was no different. They have been treating you like this ever since you turned three.

"Your lucky. I gotta go to work now"

She left and you were so great full.

After a few minutes your boyfriend came in.

"Hey kitten. Sorry I wasn't here earlier I was a practice.

He had practice almost every single day so you had to make sure he had a break.

"Kenma I have to tell you something."

"What is it?" You could see the worry in his eyes.

"I'm being abused! I'm not being feed properly I have a bunch of scars and bruises all over my body. I need you there all the time. Don't think that your affection isn't enough it's that your busy and I'm... I'm...

He kissed your lips.

"It's ok. We're gonna get through it together okay?" His voice was soothing and relaxing. You felt calm already

"Ok"

Your frown turned into a soft smile. Kenma's gaze softened.

"I love you" Kenma said, his voice barely above a whisper

"Love you too" you said back.

(𝖠/𝖭: 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌)

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[a-tiny-teez]

Haikyuu

Karasuno

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Asahi Azumane

Nishinoya Yu

Sugawara Koushi

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa Tooru

Iwaizumi Hajime

Nekoma

Kouzume Kenma

Kuroo Tetsuro

Haiba Lev

Fukurodani

Bokuto Koutaro

Akaashi Keiji

Akinori Konoha

Shiratorizawa

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Satori Tendou

Eita semi

Inarizaki

Miya Atsumu

Miya Osamu

Kita Shinsuke

Suna Rintaro

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[summertimelyn]

Haikyuu period headcanons because I’m suffering.

~~KEI TSUKISHIMA~~

Tsukishima will never admit it, but he has a personal planner to track your period cycle. He keeps various types of feminine hygiene products and painkillers in his bag for you and he always makes sure you have extra snacks. When you’re confined to bed because of your cramps, he’ll come over with your favorite takeout, a heating pad and a weighted blanket and he’ll play a playlist of your favorite songs until you fall asleep then he’ll hold you until he falls asleep himself.

~~TETSURO KUROO~~

Kuroo keeps the apartment stocked with everything. Snacks, hygiene products, painkillers, everything. He’ll cook your favorite comfort meals and massage your cramps away as you binge watch a tv show you guys have seen a million times.

~~KOUTARO BOKUTO~~

Bokuto is a himbo, through and through, and he struggles to find the best way to help you through your period, but he tries. He’s always high energy, but he makes sure to dial it down for you. If you’re craving something specific, he is literally sprinting out the door to get it for you. Even if it’s two o’clock in the morning, he’s out of bed to find an open restaurant or store to get whatever you need.

~~SHOYO HINATA~~

Hinata is amazingly patient when it comes to your mood swings. Given that he’s had to deal with Kageyama, it’s not really a surprise. During one of your hormone induced tirades, he’ll listen as you vent and then take you for ice cream. He spends a lot of time at Coach Ukai’s store just trying to figure out what hygiene products would work best and makes sure you have plenty of painkillers and water. He uses his experience with you to eventually help his sister.

~~KOUZUME KENMA~~

Kenma is very book smart, but has no idea how to handle your period the first time it happens. He’s often consulting Kuroo and does a lot of online research. He already has a stock of sweets due to his junk days when he’s gaming and he shares them with you. He’ll build a pillow fort and invite you to play with him. If you decline, he’ll wrap you in a blanket burrito and cuddle you as he plays and you’re content to just watch until you fall asleep.

~~KEISHIN UKAI~~

Given that his love language is food, Ukai always has a feast of your favorite foods prepared during your period, as well as your favorite desserts. He brings home one of every hygiene product and pain killer from his family’s store, even if you have some left over from the last cycle, so you always have a healthy stock. He won’t let you do anything when you’re on your period. He takes care of all the chores and makes sure you’re fed, have premade meals, a heating pad and your favorite blanket for the day before he heads off to the store in the morning and practice in the afternoon. When he gets home after practice, he’s happy to carry your sleeping form to bed and kisses your temple before cuddling you and massaging your cramps away as he succumbs to sleep himself.

#lyn writes #haikyū!! #headcanon #period headcanons #kei tsukishima #koutaro bokuto #kuuro tetsuro #shoyo hinata #kozume kenma #ukai keishin

[tojis-sugardaddy]

♠️♠️MALE AND FEMALE CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR♠️♠️

Naruto Shippuden——— Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura, Hatake Kakashi, Sai, Tenzo{Yamato}, Yamanaka Ino, Nara Shikamaru, Inuzuka Kiba, Hyuuga Hinayana, Hyuuga Neji, Senju Tsunade, Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Obito, Uchiha Itachi, Deidara, Sasori, Namikaze Minato, Uzumaki Kushina.

My Hero Academia——— Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Kitishima Eijirou, Kiminari Denki, Mina Ashido, Occhako Uraraka, Mimi yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou, Shinsou Hitoshi, Momona Keita, Shindou Yo, Mirio Togota, Tamaki Amajiki, Sero Hanta, Tenya Iida, Aizawa Shouta, Shigaraki Tomura, Dabi, Twice, Kai Chisaki, Endevour.

Attack on Titan——— Eren Yeager, Armin Arlert, Mikasa Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Jean Kirstein, Zeke Yeager.

Demon Slayer——— Kamado Tanjiro, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Hashinara Inosuke, Kocho Kanae, Rengoku Kyojuro, Tomioka Giyuu, Shinobu Kocho, Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, Togito Muichiro, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Muzak, Akaza, Kokushibo.

Jujutsu Kaisen——— Itadori Yuuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Kugisaki Nobara, Satoru Gojo, Inumaki Toge, Zenin Maki, Okkotsu Yuuta, Nanami Kento, Zenin Mai, Zenin Naoya, Suguru Geto, Ryoumen Sukuna, Choso, Fushiguro Zenin, Kinji Hakari.

Haikyuu——— Shouyo Hinata, Tobin Kageyama, Daichi Suwamura, Sugawara Kosei, Asahi Azande, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, Tadashi Yamaguichi, Tsukishima Kei, Kiyoko Shimizu,Testuto Kuroo, Kenma Kouzume, Haiba Lev, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Miya Atsuma, Aran Ojiro, Coach Ukai, Tsukishima Akiteru, Suna Rintaro, Aoi Himekawa, Okinawa Tooru, Aone Takanobu, Iwaisumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Bokuto Koutaro, Akaasi Keiji, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Goshiki Tsutomu, Semi Eita.

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#tojis-sugardaddy #Who l write for

[amjustagirl]

castles in the air: chapter 9 

chapters: one.// two.// three.// four.// five.// six.// seven.// eight.// nine.// ten.//

pairing: kuroo tetsuro x f! reader 

genre: uni romantic dramedy, angst, fluff 

wc: 5.3k 

warnings: minor violence 

Kuroo doesn’t expect anything to change. 

There are things that can’t be rewritten, songs that can’t be unsung. But when you slide next into the seat beside him at class and bid him goodbye without prompting, he thinks maybe he might be able to flip back to page one. The next day, you offer him some cookies that Yua supposedly baked - even though he remembers from a throwaway comment that your roommate is a walking disaster in the kitchen and shouldn’t be allowed near a stove. 

“It’s delicious”, he says while munching his way through cookie dough and chocolate chips. 

“It’s not too sweet?” you ask, frowning. 

“Not at all. It’s perfect”, he replies. 

He has to bite his tongue from adding that the sweetest thing there is isn’t the cookies - no, it’s you. But he’s learnt from befriending Kenma, from befriending the stray cats in the alleyway behind Nekoma you can’t rush building a bond, earning someone’s trust. It requires patience - it’s not a simple case of storming a fortress and slaying a dragon. 

Actually wait a minute - shouldn’t he be luring you in with food? Like Kenma and his apple pie, the stray cats and the dried salmon flakes he and Yaku tote around in hopes of getting them to allow a pat or two - maybe he should try to ask you out for ramen, but maybe that’s a little soon. He spends half of conditioning during practice thinking about snacks that you might love and gets shouted at by his captain for not having his head on straight. 

And of course, trust Kenma to notice his lovesick mood. 

“Did you finally play those dating sims like I advised you too?” 

And of course, trust Kenma to bring this up at the most inopportune moment - when his old Nekoma team are having their monthly video call and in a lull in the conversation at hand about Yamamoto’s tryouts for the Kanagawa Div 1 team. And of course, trust the man in question to yelp and dive headfirst into any topic involving a girl. 

“Kuroo-senpai, you have a girlfriend?!”

“Thanks, Kenma”, he says sourly. “Really, thanks a lot.” 

“Anytime”, Kenma replies so casually, even though Kuroo knows that gremlin is probably sniggering internally in his black, wizened little heart. 

Lev, as usual, manages to put his foot right into his mouth. “You mean someone’s willing to date Kuroo-senpai?” 

“Oi -” 

“She must be deluded or drugged - “ 

“Thanks, Yakkun”, Kuroo replies dryly, rubbing circles into his temple. “For the record, no I definitely did not drug her, and she’s definitely in a right state of mind, despite what you may think - “ 

“Is it that pretty girl we met on New Year’s Eve?”

A collective ooh swells amongst the more simple minded ones. Lev and Inouka descend into an argument where you fall on the scale of pretty vs. cute (both, you’re both, duh). Shibayama shyly points out that Kuroo has good taste (he’s always liked Shibayama, he proves that liberos can actually be nice and normal) and Fukunaga stays silent - which is slightly concerning, because who knows what off-beat jokes he might pull out from his arsenal at any given time. 

“Yeah, that’s her - ” 

“Wow, I don’t know what she sees in you because she could do so much better -” Yaku snipes (he’s probably having a bad time trying to find girls in Russia, given his height) and some of them snigger (Yamamoto, that traitor), and at least Kai, ever the peacemaker, notes mildly that you seem nice (um, not a word he would use to describe you). 

“Guys, we’re not dating yet -” 

“I knew it”, Yaku scoffs. That asshole, seriously. “Someone’s gotta tell her to run for the hills -” 

“You said yet”, Kenma points out quietly. “So, when are you planning to ask her out?” 

The entire conversation descends into how he should ask you out, with ridiculous suggestions like charging up to you with some huge vat of food with your name spelt out in bacon (Fukunaga is obviously taking his job as a part time chef very seriously), or kidnapping you off to disney world (Lev, that’s a crime punishable with prison time - d’you know that?!).  

“She’s just gotten slightly less hostile with me - can all of you stop rushing me? Sheesh, I thought we learnt patience through our play style.” 

“That’s volleyball”, Yamamoto says, as if that explains everything. “Girls are different! You need to be manly! Profess your affection!” 

“Yamamoto, I think you should play dating sims again -” 

“Kyanmaaaaa?!?!?!”

The video call lurches in the direction of Yamamoto and his very dismal, very non-existent love life which is great, because that gets him out of the line of fire for further interrogation. He has no interest in rushing things now that he’s made some progress despite what his old team might be pushing for - interfering old biddies, the lot of them, but yeah - he’s happy. 

The weather seems to reflect his mood. Clear summer skies for consecutive days, the sun shining brilliantly along the leafy campus avenue, wildflowers blooming in the streets. He brought you a buttery, flaky peach pastry ostensibly to thank you for lending him your notes that you split into half to share with him, and you allowed him to reach over and wipe off a dollop of cream from the top of your lip with his thumb, quipping that you’ve suddenly sprouted a moustache. 

You even start to insult him when it’s sorely deserved. 

“Idiot.” You scold when he falls asleep on his notes in class, wakes up with ink smudged all over his cheeks. “You look ridiculous.”  

He’s so glad you’re returning back to your usual self where you actually care about him enough to bicker and banter that he’s willing to agree with everything you say. “Yep, I’m an idiot.” 

You stare. “Why are you agreeing with me that you’re an idiot? Do you even hear what you’re saying?” 

“I hear you loud and clear. Yep, I’m an idiot.” 

“You’re so - you’re so - idiot, seriously - what an idiot, ugh!” 

He just leans back, appreciates the fact that you’re now comfortable enough with him to rub a wet tissue across his cheek, even if you’re muttering to yourself under your breath that he’s a baka - an idiot - well, you’re right that he’s an idiot for you. 

So things are going well. It’s his turn to build his castles in the air. 

Maybe you might say yes this time if he asks you out for dinner, maybe at the old ramen place he’d been avoiding all this while to give you your space. Maybe you might let him catch your hand on the pretense of - well, he’ll come up with a lame excuse or a bad joke on the spot that’ll make you laugh at him - that’s a win in his book. Maybe you might even let him lead you to a quiet spot in Toyama Park where he’s spent so many sunlit mornings running alongside you, a bench framed by violets and an old wisteria tree, where he can pour his heart out to you once more and ask if you might - as impossible as it may seem - give him a second chance to win your affections once more. 

In hindsight, he really should’ve kept his daydreams out of practice because he’s so distracted during serve drills that his jump serves keep careening straight into the net. When Sato shouts at him for nearly faceplanting himself into a serve (the guy’s an asshole, but he’s their star pinch server, so he runs the drills when the coaches aren’t free, unfortunately), Akaashi drags him aside. 

“What’s wrong with you”, Akaashi mutters, dry voice carrying over his gulps of water. “Seriously, you’ve been distracted and it’s - it’s distracting for the rest of us - ”

“I’d have expected you to have a more extensive vocabulary considering you’re a lit major - ”

Akaashi ignores his snark and continues. “I’ve played with Bokuto and you’re seriously coming close to his antics, at this rate - ”

Kuroo whistles. “Woah. Low blow, Akaashi.” 

The younger setter only folds his arms, arching his brow expectantly. 

“Fine”, Kuroo says. “Sorry, yeah. I got distracted - “

“I’m not sure I even want to ask what you got distracted by. “ 

Akaashi’s completely the wrong person to confide in about you considering he’s one of the guys who’ve gone out on a date with (which does make him a little jealous, even if nothing came out of it, thankfully) but he’s right here and he really doesn’t want to deal with Kenma’s inner gremlin, nor the rest of the Nekoma team’s shenanigans, so he sheepishly runs his hand through his hair (not like it’s going to make it any neater) and confesses that he’s been distracted lately.

Because of you. 

Any reaction Akaashi might’ve given is interrupted by the exaggerated choking behind him. Trust his luck to have the worst person in the world overhear his conversation. He could play it off, pretend what he just said is a joke because Sato’s dislike for you has only deepened this semester when you’d told him off for trying to palm off his work to yet another junior. 

But he won’t. 

He’s not going to make the same mistake again, put you down for the sake of his reputation amongst his peers so he just tries to sidestep this unwanted interaction altogether. “Let’s get back to practice”, he says, but his suggestion is ignored as Sato swaggers up to him, slaps a sweaty palm against his back, lets out a guffaw that grates on his nerves. 

“C’mon, you don’t have to ask her out on a real date just ‘cos you feel bad for her, y’know?” 

He really, really doesn’t want to discuss you with this asshole - who doesn’t seem capable of getting a clue that insulting you in front of him is off-limits, at least by now. 

“Yeah, I’m not - “ 

“Good man!” Sato says heartily. “Cos that girl’s a real bitch, all claws and teeth - you don’t want your cock sucked with a mouth like hers. I mean sure, this semester maybe she’s started dressing a little better, actually discovered and decided to flaunt the fact that she’s got tits and an ass, but she’s still frigid as fuck. If you let her anywhere near you, you’ll get frostbite for sure.” 

Kuroo’s always been slow to anger, but you don’t deserve to be spoken of in this manner. Especially not by someone as odious as Sato, and especially when you’re not here to defend your reputation from being dragged through the muck. It falls to him to take up the sword to defend your honour then. 

“Don’t talk about her like that.”

Sato glances at him curiously. “What, you like her or something?” 

“Yes”, he says immediately, voice even though he’s simmering with annoyance and frustration, a cauldron of anger building inside. “Yes, I do.” 

That asshole actually manages to make a double take look doubly obnoxious by scoffing loudly. “You gotta be joking.” 

It’s really none of his business, but Sato chuckles when he tells him so. 

“Look, I’m just looking out for my kouhai. You’ve got to be mad to want to stick your dick into crazy - c’mon, you could do so much better than that. This is so funny - “

“It really isn’t”, he grounds out, fists clenched. “Don’t joke about her - ”

“About that frigid, know-it-all bitch who thinks she’s better than everyone else?” 

He doesn’t even know when was the last time he lost his temper - and perhaps that’s why he erupts, exploding in a sudden flash of rage. All he sees is red  before his vision narrows, tunneling out into a straight path for his fist to crash into Sato’s face. The resulting crack is sickeningly satisfying.

“What the - FUCK?!”

The howl of pain still isn’t enough to jerk him out of his trance. It’s an out of body experience, honestly - punching someone hard enough to make their nose bleed.  He can’t help but think that it’s a damn good thing that they’re in their practice shirts today, all in Waseda maroon, because at least it kind of hides the blood stains even if it doesn’t wash off. It’s all he can think off as everyone in the vicinity swivels their head to stare at him, as if they’re shocked beyond words that cool, generally calm Kuroo Tetsuro has finally just lost it - to be fair, he’s surprised that he’s lost his temper so spectacularly - 

“Why, you ungrateful, little -”

He’s unsurprised when Sato rallies and resorts to violence himself. He should sidestep the fist swinging his way, but he’s still staring at his fist in shock, the knuckles stained ever so slightly red -  crimson, really, the colour of fresh blood when the impact knocks him off his feet, the older boy climbing on top of him to rain blows down on his face, and it’s all he can do to try to curl up and shout at him to get away - 

“Right. ENOUGH!” 

Akaashi, for all his quietness, roars loud enough to almost deafen him. He yanks Sato off him, and it’s just his luck that the coach runs in, having heard the commotion, his face thunderous at catching his starting middle blocker and star pinch server get into a brawl barely two meters away from the volleyball court. 

“WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!”

For all the pain that hits him like a bullet train after the adrenaline wears off and he’s lying spread eagled on the floor, he’s lucky that Akaashi (and several other eavesdropping teammates) spoke up to vouch that Sato said something unfathomably rude about a female classmate, ignored his attempts to defuse the inflammatory conversation and got in vastly more blows in than his initial swipe. He’s also lucky that the coach probably just wants to sweep the problem under the rug because once the school nurse mops up their respective wounds and pronounces them good to go, he faces no further consequences - no ban from practice, no official complaints made. All he’s made to do is to shake hands and apologise (insincerely) to Sato, who accepts even though he looks like he’s tempted to spit into Kuroo’s hand like the child that he is, and then both of them get kicked out of practice, just for the day. 

It’s his bad luck that the summer days stretch into the evenings so it’s still daylight when he trudges back to the dorms, bright enough for onlookers to peer curiously at the patchwork of bruises smattered across his face. He tries to flatten his hair to cast some shadows on his face, but only succeeds in looking more like a ruffian, a herd of freshmen scattering when he passes through them, bleating in surprise when they catch sight of his face. It’s embarrassing. 

He rushes back to the dorm, jumps into the shower, grabbing a hasty one before everyone returns to their rooms, an attempt to avoid any more awkward looks. He’d rather skip dinner than face the cafeteria on his own - there are enough snacks to keep hunger at bay in his room, courtesy of his grandparents and Kenma’s mom - and ugh speaking of which, Kenma is going to laugh at him when he finds out about his scruffle, laugh in that irritating way of his. He can just imagine him kicking his heels up, leaning back in his chair, a tiny smirk of amusement at his predicament - he’s definitely not telling him - 

 Of course the universe hates him. Of course Kenma calls him, like he’s clairvoyant or something - and the cheeky bugger doesn’t even start the call with a hi, how are you - 

“I heard you got into a fight.”

“Who told you, seriously - do you have my phone bugged or something?” 

Predictably, Kenma doesn’t divulge his secrets. 

“Are you okay?” 

Huh. That’s new. “Did an alien abduct you and replace you with a suspiciously caring version of yourself?” 

A haughty sniff. “Should I proceed to point out that you’re an idiot for getting into a fight and risk being thrown off your team or worse - be completely expelled instead?” 

“No, I’m good, thanks. Please proceed and heap loads of care and concern on me, like a good best friend.” 

Kenma snorts, a huff of air that crackles static across the line. “Nah, you just told me you’re fine.” 

“I told you no such thing!” 

Any retort Kenma might have made is interrupted by a hesitant knock on your door. “Who is it?” Kuroo calls, reluctant to get off the phone when Kenma’s in such a rare mood (seriously, he needs something to commemorate this day, when Kenma’s actually being nicer to him than his usual gremlin self). 

“Ah, I guess Akaashi sent her too”, Kenma says before hanging up and - what does that even mean, who’s her - he’s gotta get to the bottom of that but then you murmur your name and oh it’s you and he’s tripping over himself, phone still clamped between shoulder and ear as he pushes open the door. 

“Hi”, he says breathlessly. It’s really you.

You gawk at him openly. 

“Gods, what did Sato do to your face?” He’s gratified that you actually care, a line of worry marring  the smooth plane of your forehead as you stare at his ugly mug. “It’s worse than what Akaashi said - ”

“Akaashi Keiji has a big mouth, it’s really not that bad - ”

“You look like someone’s tried to mow your face down with a bullet train - ”

“Why, do you miss my handsome face already?”  

You roll your eyes at him, but there’s an amused tilt to your lips. “No one said anything about missing your face but I do bear an offering of ramen for your dinner, if you haven’t eaten, and a pack of ointment, since you still look like an overripe plum.” You pause. “That is, if you’ll let me in...? Or do I need to come back and make a further offering of ice cream to you?“

The familiar scent of ramen suddenly hits him, makes his stomach try to crawl its way up his gullet, but love sickness wins out over hunger anytime. His feet remain rooted to the ground even as his brain sends frantic signals to move, damnit - but he’s still stuck on the fact that you’re actually here, wait - 

“You wanna come into my room?” He asks dumbly. 

You frown. He already wants to reach over, smooth out the lines in your forehead, hold your cheeks in cupped palms and cherish your smile -

“I mean, I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I can just drop off your share of ramen - “ 

“No!” he interrupts, panicking. “No, o-of course you can come in, I - it’s just a bit unexpected and I haven’t cleaned up, but you can come in!” 

He stumbles back to allow you to enter, cursing himself for not tidying his room up beforehand. It’s a typical volleyball-mad boy’s room, posters on the wall, pictures of his Nekoma teammates in poses of varying seriousness, an overflowing laundry basket that he really needs time to clear. It’s his castle, his humble abode, sorely lacking in hospitality. But he tries his best, offers you the best seat in the house (the only seat, really, his study chair) but you gamely take a seat on the floor beside him, settling the packets of ramen on a makeshift table. 

“Should we eat first or after I put the ointment on your face? 

He might not survive the night from the way his heart is pounding in his chest if you come too close to him. Ointment (applied by you!) might be the death of him, so ramen - despite being oily and salty and undeniably bad for his sodium levels - is definitely the better option. You hand him chopsticks, urging him quietly to eat up, or his bruises will never heal.  

“Itadakimasu”, he claps his hands together, thanks you for bringing food to him. 

He savours every bite of the most amazing bowl of ramen ever (never mind the slight sogginess, it bears that title because you brought it all the way to him) as you talk at him - about Yua and her rambling about whether she should ask Meian if and when he’s going to propose (he will, you’re sure, he’s head over heels for the smartest ditz you know, and he’s already asked you to steal one of her rings so he can get her exact size), about the project you’re both working on, that you’re sure you and he will ace (as if that’s ever in doubt, when he’s working with you), how Okamoto-san of the ramen shop welcomed his newest grandchild that he’s secretly over the moon about, showing you picture after picture of a chubby little baby girl with big brown eyes (he can’t help his mind from jumping from imagining you with a child. perhaps one with him). 

“So” you say, after he’s mopped up every last drop of that sinfully thick, delicious broth and packed the food cartons away. “Do you want me to help put some ointment on your face? It’s supposed to help your bruises fade. I don’t think you want to be walking around campus looking like you’ve gotten into a bar fight.” 

“You don’t think it makes me look cool?” 

“You look like a low ranking member of the Yakuza, all that’s missing are some tattoos.” 

He affects a sigh, tries to fall back into the well worn patterns of banter between the two of you. “You wound me with your words, princess”, but you’re relentless, pushing him into his study chair, uncapping the tube before coming to stand between his legs. 

You’re standing between his legs. 

Wait.

Wait just a moment - you’re standing in between his legs - what is this - did he hit his head against the gym floor too hard, is he hallucinating? It can’t be - he can feel the brush of the soft pads of your fingers against bruised flesh, smell the subtle scent of summer fruit of your shampoo, peaches, strawberries, a hint of raspberries perhaps. His brain starts to short circuit, overheating itself with overactive hormones firing on all cylinders, seconds away from hitting the panic button - he’s got to calm himself down the only way he knows how. 

By reciting the periodic table in his head. 

Never mind that he’s proving Yaku and Kenma right that he is indeed a science dork. He goes through each element in sequence. Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium - gods you’re close enough that he can count every flutter of your eyelashes, the soft give of your thighs brushing against his - he can’t even try to recall what comes after Beryllium. Under normal circumstances he can rattle off the entire list, no sweat - but he can’t help how his body reacts to your (lack of proximity) - palms dampening, pulse racing, not to mention the urgent need to shift in his seat - 

“Are you alright? Am I pressing down too hard?” 

“It’s fine”, he grounds out between clenched teeth. “You can continue.” 

“Are you sure?” You lean in to peer at him, concerned as he screws his face up and eyes shut. But now he can feel your breath against his skin, a bloom of warmth that would be welcome in any other situation, but it’s terrible in this situation when all he can think of is pulling you into his lap and kissing you senseless. And that dangerous thought just worsens the situation, pink dusting his cheeks, his head starting to fog up. “You look like you’re in pain.”

“I am”, he’s unable to stop himself from being truthful. 

“Well, deal with it. I’m almost done but I’ll try to be nice and gentle for once”, you reply, dabbing cream along his cheekbone, vivid violet blooms fading slowly as you rub gentle circles, allowing the blood to circulate. “It’d have been better if I had a cold, raw egg to roll out your bruises - it’s an old wife’s tale, but my mom always said it works.” 

He tries to pay attention to your words, but it’s hard enough trying to keep his mind clear enough to grunt at appropriate intervals. But thankfully you finally take a step back, and he has room to take a deep breath -which he promptly chokes on, because you catch his chin to tilt his head back, running down the column of his neck with your fingers, smearing ointment down the bruises there - Sato was vicious, but if he dies tonight, it’s definitely not because of him, and gods he seriously needs to get pants a size up - 

“You really shouldn’t have gotten into a fight with Sato, of all people”, you murmur distractedly, rubbing circles into the tender skin of his neck. His ears erupt into flames. “He’s not worth it, and it’s not like you to lose your temper.” 

“Says you, when you were ready for him to hit you to get expelled. ‘Sides, he was a huge dick - ”

“You could’ve been seriously injured -” 

“Worth it - “

Your hands drop to your side. “It’s not worth it if you get hurt.” You’re frowning, before you avert your gaze from his, taking another step back. It’s ridiculous how he’s immediately craving to have you back within touching distance, his body developing an even deeper addiction to you in such a short amount of time. 

“I - ” 

“Akaashi told me, you know. What Sato said. About me.” 

He wants to pummel Sato into the ground because you’re crowding your shoulders in, unable to meet his eyes. “You - you didn’t have to do that. It’s fine, what he said about me.”

“It’s not fine at all - ” 

“Kuroo, I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. Fight my own battles, slay my own dragons - all of that. You don’t need to be noble and try to defend my honour.”

He wants to laugh in disbelief. You never fail to surprise him, blow him away with your strength, your unwavering bravery in the face of mean spiritedness.  

“It’s not about whether you can handle it”, he says slowly. “Sato shouldn’t have been saying those things about you in the first place. And while I handled it really poorly, I just - what he said about you wasn’t true, you don’t deserve to be described like that -” 

“A frigid, cold bitch?” You smile, strained. “That’s not untrue.” 

“It is”, he says, aghast that you could even think that. “You’re kind, even though you don’t know it. You reached out to my grandparents. You helped down out, took care of them even though they were total strangers. You’re funny, super smart, spunky - what he said is completely wrong - any guy would be lucky to have you.” 

He doesn’t realise what he’s babbling until he meets your eyes. You drop your gaze to the floor, taking another step away from him. 

“Any guy?” you echo. 

There are castles in the air that he’s built over these past weeks, all of them involving you in some shape or form. It’s a gamble to see if fortune favours the bold, but he thinks it’s finally time to bring his castles back into the ground.

“Any guy”, he says, firm. “Though I’m still hoping that some day it’d be me. ”

He hates the look of disbelief on your face, hates that he’s the one that put it there in the first place. But this time at least, you do not run away.  

“Do you really mean that?” you whisper. “You’re not making fun of me again?”

“I mean it”, he replies, earnest, utterly sincere. “I don’t deserve to ask you this, but if you gave me the chance to try and win your affections again, I’d consider myself the luckiest guy in the world.”  

It isn't the moment that he planned, no wisterias nor violets in bloom, no eloquent confession made as the sun sets, but it's perfect nonetheless. You approach him again, slowly allowing yourself to be drawn into the circle of his arms. Dusk dims the evening's light, but it's still bright enough, light spilling through glass window panes to illuminate the fondness in your smile, the softness in your eyes. 

“It’s not as if you need a chance when you’ve already won my affection long ago.”  

His castles are built in the air, sustained on wisps of cloud. Yet somehow it does not crumble when it touches the ground. You walk through the gates, bringing the sun with you to greet him with open arms, a smile on your face. 

“Do you mean that?” It’s his turn to whisper, awestruck. “I behaved awfully to you -  ”

“You did”, you reply truthfully, but your tone is warm, a far cry from the usual dry, cutting edge that usually accompanies your words to him. His heart swells with hope and anticipation, pounding thunderously. “But we all make mistakes - especially when someone’s silly enough to get drunk on campus, on cheap alcohol -” 

“Hurts, but true - “

“ - and it’s not as if I was the easiest person to get along with either - ”

“ - also true, considering you stabbed me with a fork - “  

Your laughter is loud, open and bright. It makes him think of ramen dinners filled with good-natured banter, success that’s all the sweeter because he achieved it with you. You allow him to draw you close, fingers threaded in yours. Time slows to a stop, and he wants nothing more than to live in this moment, forever. 

“But if you want - if you want my heart, it’s yours. Not that you have to ask for it, considering you started our relationship by stealing my food and now you’ve decided to take your heart for yourself, you greedy guts -”

“I want it - I’ve always wanted it. I’m just a fool for not realising it earlier.”  

It’s the fairytale ending he never knew he dreamed of. All of a sudden, he’s filled with visions of bigger dreams, his ambitions taking wings. He’s no longer satisfied with his castle on the ground - no, he wants it to stretch all the way to the sky. One day, he’d like to have a home with you, have a family that won’t fall apart like his, share life with all its ups and downs with you. 

One day, some day, hopefully not too far away in the future he’d really like that with you. 

But first, since it seems like fortune truly favours the bold - 

“I’m definitely a little greedy. Maybe I’m even asking too much”, he murmurs, gently tilting your chin up to him. “I’d offer you a fair trade - I’ll take your heart, and you can have mine, but I find myself wanting something more.”

“More?” you echo, your smile impossibly wide. “More than my heart? You are greedy, Kuroo Tetsuro.” 

“More”, he confirms, palm warm against the small of your back. “What can I say? I’m a greedy fool.”

He should give you space, act like a gentleman according to the codes of chivalry, let you give your answer with any pressure, but even though you whisper “so what is it?” -  he suspects that not only do you already know what he’s about to ask, you are very amenable to acceding, because you lean onto your toes, one hand reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair, the other twisting in the soft cotton of his worn sweater to keep your balance.

“A kiss”, he whispers, breath mingling with yours. “A kiss - is that too much to ask for as well?” 

There is no need for an answer - at least, not a verbal one. 

You close the distance between you, pressing your lips against his. It’s a little awkward as first kisses usually are, noses bumping, you stumbling into him, but your mouth is warm, soft - a veritable dream come true. He cradles your face with shaking palms, sighing in satisfaction and contentment and utter relief that you’re willing to share this with him. 

“Only one kiss?” you laugh breathily, when the need for air becomes too great, and he reluctantly breaks away. 

“Why”, he chuckles lowly, pulling you back in to lean his forehead against yours. “Are you offering more?”

You don’t even bother with words, angling your lips against his, responding with a hard kiss that he gladly loses his breath to. 

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a/n: so...do you guys like the chapter?

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Lev : kenma acts tough, but he named his cat missy

Kuroo : avv cute

Kenma : it's an abbreviation. Her name is Missile Launcher

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[tamagochiie]

pairing: timeskip!kenma x fem!reader

synopsis: You come home late from your cousin’s funeral, and though Kenma didn’t expect much from you but perhaps a few leftovers you’ve managed to steal away from the dinner, he finds you with a surprise: a sleeping child cradled around your neck and a teenage boy hovering behind you.

Your poor boyfriend wondering what in the hell it is you’re plotting…

tags: angst and fluff, time skip!, slight spoilers if you squint

warnings: mentions of death, mentions of depression, cursing 

w/c: 2.5k

a/n: welcome to the first chapter of this series! i’m very excited to start this, and i hope everyone who reads it enjoys it as well! i got the idea from a manga i was binge reading a while back, so the themes and a few of the plot points are different, but as it progresses, i’ve made it my own. 

anyway, happy christmas! see you next week! 

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life as she’s known it >> 

You notice the subtle clench of Kenma's jaw beneath the warm glow of the hallway's light. His hooded gaze strained by hours upon hours of gaming meets your wavering grin. The gears in his head are turning very slowly, and since silence has fallen upon the atmosphere of your shared apartment, you can actually hear the little squeaks as your poor boyfriend tries to fathom the sight before him.

You have quite a knack for bringing peculiar things home without permission; the little frog you adopted on the side of the road during your commute home one stormy night, the mud pie your nephew made for you that stunk the entire apartment for weeks because you didn't have the heart to throw it away—at least not immediately; and the dinner you brought home from the self-proclaimed "legitimate" kebab restaurant that resides in the sketchier side of the city.

All quirky things that Kenma had accepted and grown used to.

But this? This was so far from the bar you had set for his expectations, he can't help but wonder if you're pulling a prank, or maybe even actually committing a crime. But the glint of guilt and sorrow painting so deep into your face tells him otherwise.

Oh, how the poor gamer wishes it was a prank.

You swallow your fear, forcing it all the way down to the pit of your stomach. You've practiced all you've needed to say in the ride home, but all you can manage is stuttering, "I-I can..I can explain," in rather hushed tone.

There goes all my practice, you think to yourself.

Kenma raises a brow, still peering at you with the driest expression. The child in your arms begins to weigh heavier than the pressure placed upon your chest.

Ah, he just might break up with me after this...

"This is—uh, this one behind me is Eiji—Ejij say hi." The young boy behind you bows shyly, his greeting softer than a whisper it feels like you imagined it. "And this little one—sleeping soundly—this one's Yuki..."

Kenma blinks away at your words, face unamused. You regret not even trying to bring home some cake. Maybe if you did, he wouldn't be so...upset? Is he upset or is it just his face again? You can never really tell.

You huff, quietly jumping to the harsh conclusion this'll be the moment he ends things with you. But you won't go down without at least a little fight.

"Look," You sigh, shifting your hold beneath Yuki's tiny bum so he doesn't slip away, "They needed a place to stay, and no one was willing to take them!" Your lips fall dry and the more you speak, the more your words come out strained. "In a room full of people who—who called themselves your family for so many years fall silent the moment they needed help! No one spoke up to help them! It was so bad, Kenma! I-If you were there you—"

You bite your tongue, catching yourself before you're swept away by the current of your rage.

A deep, shaky sigh escapes him. His eyes finally tearing away from you as he cranes his head back, seemingly accepting his temporary defeat. "Let them sleep in the spare room and we'll talk after," is the only thing Kenma says to you before turning around walking away.

The constricting feeling in your chest eases and you sigh in relief. You mentally high five yourself for your momentary win before twisting your gaze over your shoulder to look at the young boy towering over you, motioning him to follow you.

You never noticed how wide the apartment actually is. Maybe its because of the emptying feeling you were left with back in the hallway, but it all seems so eerily wide. Like, what are two people doing with such a big space?

He'll definitely break up with me after this.

There's still a lingering prickly feeling in your heart; a mixed emotion of a win and a loss. You try your best to prepare yourself for whatever the outcome may be, but deep inside you're already prepared for a break up.

The young boy trails behind you all the way into the bedroom, leaving a considerable amount of space between the two of you.

You switch the lights on, revealing a room big enough for more than just two kids. A desk on the side, a king size bed at the center, and a window with a good view of the city. It was usually the room Hinata crashed whenever he came back from traveling with his team, but he hadn't been here in months. Traces of him were left in the form of dust.

"Will this be good enough for now?" You ask Eiji as you shrug Yuki's backpack to the floor before making your way over to the bed.

His head is lowered, eyes still failing to meet yours. He's been like this since you pulled them from under the gossiping gaze of your family.

Family, you think. The word seems so meaningless now.

"When someone speaks to you, you ought to look at them," You say it with a genuine smile, hoping that the little warmth you have left in your heart radiates off you and onto him.

God knows he needs it more than you.

"Y-yes, you're right. Thank you." He stammers, "I'm-I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude—"

"Hey," You say, gently cutting him off as you hold your smile. He's still as soft and shy as the day you first met him. You can't help but smile at the thought that he never changed. "I'm not mad or anything...Its just a teaching moment. Remember it."

You watch as Eiji slowly shifts his gaze away from the floor, slowly raising his head to meet your eyes."There you go. You've got pretty eyes, you shouldn't hide them."

He hums a quiet thank you before turning around and shifting his attention to his backpack. You take care of the little one still hanging onto you, pressing a kiss onto his little forehead and rubbing his back before settling him down onto the bed.

You're careful not to stir him as you slip his shoes off. You tuck him in, brushing his hair away from his face to reveal his long lashes and puffy eyes.

Ah, there goes the heaviness in your chest again; a recurring feeling for the day. You wonder when it'll end and your heart sinks even deeper when you remember Kenma waiting for you.

Hesitantly, you excuse yourself and make your way to the door. You let Eiji know where the bathroom is and tell him not to be scared to ask you for anything, "Please don't scared," is the last thing you mutter before leaving the boys to rest.

You tiptoe across the living room, down the hall and towards your shared bedroom. The wooden floorboards creak beneath your feet whispering, "You've done it now", "You've crossed the line", and "He's definitely going to yell at you".

You clench the knob of your bedroom door. The thumping of your heart deafens your ears and your throat grows too dry for you to swallow your fear.

You shut your eyes and pray to the deities, hoping for a good outcome—hoping for any outcome than the one you're expecting.

It takes a moment—five minutes to be exact—but you muster a sliver of courage to push the door open. For some odd reason, you imagined Kenma would be sitting at the edge of the bed, silently brewing in his anger. But instead, he's on the floor, knees up to his chest as he fiddles with his Switch.

And you can't tell if you're annoyed or relieved.

You shut the door behind you before joining him on the floor. You keep your head down, picking off your nail polish while you wait.

Kenma pauses his game, setting it down to the side before completely leaning against the bed, lulling his head back to take a breath. You shut your eyes and you take a deep breath when you feel him shifting in his place to face you.

Here it is. He's going to yell at me, you think.

"What are you plotting?" He asks, not a single trace of irritation found in his voice but rather sheer curiosity dripping from his words. You keep your head down and eyes shut. "You ought to look at someone when they're speaking to you," Your name rolls off his tongue playfully, covered in nothing more than love and sincerity.

You peak an eye at him, lifting your head. "You're not gonna to yell at me?"

"When have I ever yelled at you?" His face contorts in judgement and a little concern, wondering if his girlfriend's broken or just completely stupid. "Why would I yell at you now?"

"I brought home two stray kids..."

"Yes, you did," He says matter-of-factly, "and we need to talk about that. So, can we please talk about that?"

You nod slowly, bringing your knees up to your chest before turning your whole body to face him.

Kenma sinks his elbow onto the end of the bed, cupping his chin for support before he speaks, “Who are those kids and why did you bring them home?"

Kenma looks at you directly, his face emotionless, but a bit softer compared to when you were first standing in the hallway. He blinks at you, waiting patiently till you're ready to speak.

"They were my cousin's kids," You say in a strained whisper. "The—The one that died in the accident." Kenma hums in response, signaling you to keep going. "We weren't close—as you know or else you would've heard a lot more about him—but we felt close enough...given what our family's like..."

Growing up with the kind of family you had and having met everyone from your extended family was kind of like living in a block of ice that never melted; solid in their beliefs, slippery with their anger, and had no room for any other emotion.

You made this very clear to Kenma when you first started dating, especially when he had asked to meet your family. He wasn't one to socialize or even initiate it, but he would do it if it meant doing it for you. But you turned the idea down fast, warned him that there'd be no reason to have to go through all that stress just for you; and though he was just as stubborn as you, Kenma gave in and never brought it up again when he saw how upset you had gotten.

But in chest full of ice cubes, there was your cousin, Akihiro-san. Like you, he was different. He wasn't cold, but he was so genuine and real, you couldn't help but doubt his kindness.

A kindness you failed return when he needed it most. So, when you saw your moment of opportunity, you snatched it, regrettably leaving your boyfriend as an afterthought to your decision.

"I owe it to him, Kenma..." You plead in whisper. "I owe to him because he was the only one who was ever nice to me..."

"These are kids," He counters, dipping his head to meet your glossy eyes. He takes your cheek into the palm of his hand, his thumb tracing circles over your skin. "This would be different if it were a puppy or a plant—but these are living and breathing kids and we know nothing about raising kids. My love, we're only in our twenties..."

"But—"

"You should've called first." He cuts you off, his tone still soft , but firm. You’re at least grateful he’s called you your pet name. "You should've called me and asked."

"You would've said no..."

"How do you know? You never called me." There isn't resentment in Kenma's words. Its still  playful and light, but you can feel his hurt and you feel dumb because you know exactly why. "I would've liked to have been included in this decision...especially since this is my home and you are my girlfriend, and you promised that we would make decisions together."

You frown, tears brimming to the surface as you realized what you've done and how you've probably made him feel.You denied him of his choice, and you were silly to believe that it was okay to go over his head and behind his back.

As you whisper a string of apologies, Kenma presses his forehead onto yours, smiling at you. He was angry at first, but not so much anymore.

"Are you going to break up with me?" You sniffle, voice breaking at the thought. "I'd understand if you wanted to break up with me...But I just—I really wanted to help them. I'm so sorry I didn't ask you first, I couldn't just leave them—"

"Shhh," His breath fans against your skin, "I'm not breaking up with you, stupid. Given, this is probably the biggest wild card you've thrown at me by far, but its not enough for me to break up with you."

You hide your face into dip of his neck, sobbing into the material of his sweater, letting go of the strength you had from holding back and stain it with your tears. You had always been reckless, but it never turned him off. He never raised his voice, he always heard you out, and even when you slipped up, he always forgave you in a heartbeat.

It makes you question if you’re deserving of such a love as this. 

“I was very angry and very offended,” Kenma begins, “I didn’t like what you did. It made me feel like you couldn’t trust me, and it made me feel like you saw me as some kind of terrible person that would turn away kids that need a home...”

You shake your heard, muttering a “no” to his assumption. 

Kenma runs his fingers through your hair and down to your back, soothing you until you've caught your breaths. He'll soft press his lips against the crown of your head, discreetly swiping the little sweat off his lips to keep you from being offended.

"S-So, what do we do about the kids?" Your question muffled but Kenma can hear you just fine.

He sighs, and as he's about to pull you away from his chest, you tighten your hold around his waist. "Please look at me," Your shoulders fall and you pout when you come face to face with him. He chuckles at how ridiculously childish you look, "Do you really want to do this?"

Your eyes widen, "Y-yes. I want to do this, but if you don't want—"

"Better us than anyone else, right?" You blink at him, processing. "I don't know shit about kids, but if you really want to do this, I'll support you. But you can't expect me to be good at this."

Kenma falls onto your shoulder and rests all his weight onto you, letting out a sigh. Panic envelopes his heart, his stomach flipping and churning as he stresses over all the things that's yet to come.

“We’ve been dating for four years, and I’ve just only gotten the hang of you now...” He admits in a heavy sigh.

I'm still a kid, he thinks, groaning. He's plays games all day, forgets to shower, and doesn't know how to cook either. He works from home, rarely goes out unless he needs to or if you want to. Out of the both of you, you're--surprisingly-- more put together than he is.

Can he really do this?

"Please don't expect much from me," He begs, "I don't do well with kids, and you even took in a grown one. What if it doesn't like me or if it forget to feed it?"

You chew on your lip, holding back a laugh and quietly smile to yourself. Vulnerability paints well on your boyfriend, and you wish for even more moments like this.

“I promise it’ll only be until we kind find some other arrangement for them...Something better." You’re not entirely confident in your words, but you understand the idea of having them stay with you isn’t the most sound solution. 

"I suppose if we mess up, we'll mess it up together." He says in defeat, sprawling his legs open before wrapping it around you, pulling you as close to him as possible. He cradles your body tightly just as Yuki had done. "You don't understand how unbelievably lucky you are that I love you."

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[jjunekl]

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒 . → 驚叫 ╯⌗!

承 — 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾/𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 · . · . · .· .

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[star-struck01]

Pudding and Whiskers Pt. 3

You meet someone cute at your work and your friend gives them your number

Masterlist | Pt. 2 | Pt. 4

(Not my photo)

Kenma Kouzume x GN!Reader

Word Count: 505

Written: 12/10/2020

Edited: 08/17/2023

"His name is Kenma." Kuroo, the captain, had gotten his order just before the two-toned-haired boy's, Kenma's, so you happened to get his name. You nodded and wrote down his name, moving back to the door to wait for Hina, just missing the small blush on Kenma's cheeks and Kuroo teasing him for it. When the two of you had finished gathering their orders, you made your way to the kitchen to give them the orders from the room. You were so lucky to have this amazing kitchen staff, and they weren't understaffed. If they needed you to step in, oh god, there would be no more kitchen. When it was all done, you grabbed all of your orders and put them in your cart. You had walked around trying to make sure you didn't leave any behind when Hina slipped a piece of paper into Kenma's dish. You come back to see her standing with her cart at the door with a small smile on her face again. You rolled your eyes, knowing she was up to something, and pushed through the doors.

"Whatever it is you're scheming inside your head, stop. We have a job to do." She laughed behind you and followed after you, making your way all the way back to the room again. You were definitely getting your steps in today. The two of you began handing out dishes the second you entered the room, checking the names next to the food to make sure you got all of them right. When you were all done, you stretched your back and looked down at your feet, seeing Yui sitting right behind you. "Have you been following me this whole time?" Hina looked up from where she was placing someone's dish. "I didn't want to say anything, but yes, she has been following you this time. I know you don't have the time for her, but I still think you should adopt her." This got the attention of Kuroo and Kenma. "Why can't you adopt her?" Kurroo asked you, tilting his head to the side. "Like Hina said, I just don't have the time to care for a cat between school, work, and studying." You pouted a little and crouched down to pet her between her ears. "That sucks; the two of you are each other's other halves. Also, Kenma, she kind of looks like you." Kuroo chuckled to himself and looked over at Kenma. Confused, Kenma looked up at the cat and squinted at her, to which she squinted back. "Look at that—practically twins." The table laughed as Kenma continued to glare at the smug-looking cat. "I don't like her." Kenma huffs. You gasped and put a hand to your chest, looking offended. "How could you say that to my baby?" You pretended to cry, throwing your hands over your face while Hina grabbed you by the armpits and practically dragged you out of the room, with Yui following right after the two of you.

"Okay, drama queen, let's go."

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[allorawither]

𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕦𝕥𝕖: 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕞𝕒 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗

𝕐/ℕ 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕖𝕟𝕞𝕒 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟

Word count: 627

You know without a shadow of a doubt that when it comes to playing games with each other, you and Kenma can get really competitive. So much so that when you end up playing on opposite teams, whoever loses throws a huge hissy fit afterwards. Lucky, that usually results in the winner giving kisses and cuddles to the loser, so it really was a win win situation no matter what.

However, you and Kenma have a nasty habit of making bets. Sometimes, the bets don't even make sense or relate to whatever game it is you're both playing. And the stakes of those bets are even more ridiculous. Like, the bet will be, "I bet I can grab more coins than you by the time the rounds over," and the punishment is, "If I win, you have to act like a dog for a whole hour." Just a bunch of random bullshit. But it's fun random bullshit, so you guys never questioned it before. 

Kuroo most definitely finds it a little weird when he overhears your conversations. Like you'll wager, "If my skin wins the skin comp, then you have to wear a dress for your next practice." It honestly concerns him sometimes, but he never says anything because it was always funny when Kenma would have to come in some weird outfits during practice.

But most of your real disputes and "arguments'' come from whenever you guys argue who the best character in a game is. Here is a little scenario that I believe would happen: (and apologizes for using Overwatch as the example, its a good game okay?)

"Damn, someone already took Widowmaker." You huff. Kenma's face distorts with disgust. "Widowmaker, seriously? Ana is definitely the best sniper." You stop and slowly turn around, looking over at Kenma. "Are you serious? There are only 4 snipers in the whole game and you wanna pick Ana? She does, like, no damage dude."

"Well, neither does Widow unless you can actually land a shot." He looks over at you with unamused eyes. "Oh shut up! Not like you're much better at aiming, Mr. D.Va main!" You and Kenma both knew where this conversation was gonna end up, but the heat of the moment always prevented either of you from backing down. "D.Va is the best damn tank in this game and you know it! And unlike you, Mercy main, I can actually defend myself and fight instead of hiding behind all the strong players."

"Without my healing and power boosts, you'd be dead so many times that it's uncountable. My healing keeps you from losing the payload you arrogant prick." Those kinds of insulting nicknames were commonplace in both of your vocabulary's at this point, so it didn't really hurt him.

Nonetheless, a hush falls over the two of you, neither of you looking at one another. After what maybe be an hour of you two playing games in silence, you sigh softly and turn to him. You knew he could be stubborn sometimes, and so can you, but you knew he wasn't going to be the one to bring it up again after it seemed like the issue had been dropped.

You stand up from your chair and walk over to where he was sitting in his own chair, leaning down and wrapping your arms around his neck from behind. "We good?" You ask softly, just like you have every other time something like this happens. Kenma nods, a faint smile on his lips. "We're good." And no more needed to be said.

Because despite your differences when it comes to something small like video games, both of you knew that your little quarrels were nothing to actually get mad about and hate each other over.

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[shinnoya]

CONNECT

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[pinkbrink]

Sore Knees

Kenma Kozume x Tipsy!Reader - NSFW

a/n - Kenma is like...22 or so, as is reader-san

synopsis - Not only were you currently under the influence- but you were horny, too. A side effect of the alcohol, no doubt.

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It was practically unheard of- being in full control while still on your hands and knees- but it was definitely still possible.

Here you were, nose nestled into his pubes, his cock fully taken into your mouth. It was just something about getting your partner off with only your tongue and hands that kept you going. There were tears in your eyes, but you were far from sad, throat sore from a combination of his lazy thrusting and your enthusiatic sucking. You'd long since stopped stroking his now throbbing shaft with your excited hands and had taken to taking him into the back of your throat repeatedly.

"...(N-Name)...I- hhn...I'm close-"

Hearing that only made you move faster, tongue swirling around his tip as you reached up massage his balls. His soft pants and whimpers become a loud chanting of your name and he grips your hair just a little too tight, watery cum sliding down your throat. Your knees ached like crazy but you'd worry about all that later, preferably after you sobered up.

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NEKOMA NOVEMBER!!!

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[amjustagirl]

Love, found in ordinary days - collab masterlist

summary: a work from home collab feat. domestic, fluffy goodness posting date: 14 june - 21 june 2021  participants: your friendly hq writers fr southeast asia

Lovin’ Is feat. Kenma Kozume

url: @haikyuushuffle​

summary: Kenma tries to help you around the house. Keyword: tries

whispers in the dark feat. Akaashi Keiji 

url: @violetsoju​

summary: they say late night conversations bring out the raw and honest side of people. there’s always new discoveries in these deep and intimate conversations, when the heart takes over the mind. what will you discover today?

microkosmos feat. Sakusa Kiyoomi

url: @moondaius​ 

Summary: you’re the new constant in his life

mackerel feat. Miya Osamu

url: @amjustagirl​

Summary: he wants to serve mackerel at your wedding

little moments of love feat. Kita Shinsuke

url: @bluesora​

summary: whenever and whatever activity you do with him, you realise that there will always be little moments in which love could be found - even in ordinary days.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu romance #kenma x reader #sugawara x reader #sakusa x reader #osamu x you #miya osamu #sakusa kiyoomi #sugawara koushi #kenma kouzume