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how about Kenma getting addicted to the taste of reader's tits? 🤭

refuge // kozume kenma

tw ⇢ tooth-rotting fluff, cuddling, needy!kenma, praise kink, nipple play, fingering, kenma’s love for apple pie, anything else i missed

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The bedroom was awash in the warm, honeyed glow of the bedside lamp when Kenma shuffled in, steps heavy with exhaustion. You glanced up from your book to take in his appearance, heart immediately going out to him.

His normally bright eyes were glazed and half-lidded, dark smudges underneath standing out starkly against his pale skin. Strands of hair, still slightly damp from his post-practice shower, had escaped his messy bun to frame his face in wispy tendrils. The black roots were starting to show through more prominently, bleeding into the bleached ends.

"Hey you," you greeted softly, setting your book aside and opening your arms in invitation. "Long day?"

Kenma made a vague grunt of affirmation, clambering onto the bed and immediately collapsing onto you. His chin dug into your sternum as he nuzzled close, seeking comfort, and you bit back a wince.

"We had morning practice, then classes, then more practice after school," he grumbled, voice muffled by your sleep shirt. "I think Kuroo is trying to kill me."

You made a sympathetic sound, fingers finding their way into Kenma's hair to scratch lightly at his scalp - something you knew always helped him relax. "I'm sorry, baby. That sounds brutal."

"Mmmph." Kenma shifted a bit until his head was pillowed more comfortably on your stomach, arms loosely curled around your hips. "S'okay. This helps."

Warmth bloomed in your chest at his admission. Kenma wasn't always the most verbally demonstrative with his affections, so hearing him say that - knowing he found solace in your arms - made you feel cherished.

For a while, the two of you just lay there like that, breathing together in the quiet stillness of the bedroom. Your fingers continued their soothing ministrations, gently combing through silky strands and lightly scratching at Kenma's nape and behind his ears. Every now and then he'd let out a barely audible hum, melting further into you as the tension gradually seeped out of his muscles.

These were some of your favorite moments - just holding Kenma close and feeling him unwind, knowing you were his safe harbor. Whether he was stressed from volleyball practice, drained from too much social interaction, or just stiff from too many hours hunched over a game - he always seemed to seek you out, craving your soft, grounding touch.

Usually, Kenma was content to rest his head in your lap while you sat propped against the headboard, dozing as you ran gentle fingers through his hair or massaged his scalp. Or he'd stretch out between your legs on his stomach, face pillowed on your thighs as you rubbed his back in long, firm strokes.

But today, as the minutes ticked by, you began to sense a restlessness in him, a dissatisfaction in the way he kept shifting minutely against you. His brow was furrowed, nose scrunching slightly, like he couldn't get completely settled.

"Everything okay?" you asked quietly, smoothing your thumb over the wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"Mmm." Kenma's answer was decidedly noncommittal. He turned his face more fully into your belly, nuzzling the soft pudge like a cat trying to make a bed more comfortable. "Just...I dunno. Can't relax."

He huffed out a frustrated breath that tickled your skin through your thin cotton tee. Then, in a move that surprised you, he pushed himself up on his elbows to frown down at your midsection almost accusingly. "It's too...this isn't soft enough."

You couldn't help it - a burst of laughter escaped you at his petulant expression, so at odds with his usual controlled stoicism. "Are you calling me bony, Kozume?" you teased, poking him in the side.

Kenma squirmed away from your prodding finger, nose wrinkling adorably. "No," he denied, but the flush rising on his cheeks said otherwise. "I just...I need..." He trailed off, clearly frustrated with his inability to articulate what he wanted.

Patient as ever, you just watched him, one hand rubbing soothingly up and down his spine as you waited for him to sort out his thoughts. Kenma's eyes darted around, landing everywhere but your face as he struggled for words.

Finally, he sat up fully, knees bracketing your hips as he hovered over you. His gaze roamed your body slowly, almost appraisingly, and you fought the urge to squirm under the intensity of it. When his eyes landed on your chest and widened fractionally, a glimmer of interest sparking in their golden depths, your breath caught.

Kenma licked his lips, an unconscious gesture that made heat prickle under your skin. He reached out a tentative hand, fingertips grazing the curve of your breast through your shirt. "Maybe..." He swallowed audibly. "Maybe these would be better?"

It took you a second to compute his meaning, brain momentarily stalled by his touch, light as it was. When it clicked, you couldn't contain your amused grin. "Are you asking to motorboat me, Kenma?"

"What? No!" His response was immediate and adorably flustered, cheeks going pink. He snatched his hand back like he'd been scalded. "That's not - I wasn't - I just thought -"

Taking pity on him, you gentled your smile and reached for his hand, guiding it back to your chest. "I'm just teasing, baby. Here..." Maintaining eye contact, you placed his palm more fully over your breast, shivering slightly when his fingers reflexively curled around the soft mound. "Is this what you wanted?"

Kenma's blush intensified, creeping up to the tips of his ears, but he didn't pull away. He nodded shyly, thumb rubbing almost reverently over your nipple. It stiffened under his touch, the thin fabric of your shirt doing nothing to mute the sensation, and you bit your lip to stifle a gasp.

"Well, in that case..." Reaching up, you curled your fingers into the loose collar of your sleep shirt and tugged it down a bit, exposing the gentle swells of your breasts. "Mi casa es su casa."

Your playful tone startled a laugh out of Kenma, breathy and warm against your skin. The sound made affection swell in your chest, bright and buoyant. He so rarely laughed fully; each one felt like a gift.

Slowly, giving you time to change your mind, Kenma lowered himself down until he was stretched out on top of you, head coming to rest on your chest. You felt his hesitant exhale, the flutter of his lashes against your skin as his eyes slid closed. A heartbeat passed, two, three...and then he relaxed fully against you, a sigh of bone-deep contentment escaping him.

"Oh," he breathed, sounding a little wondering. "This is...wow."

You couldn't help but agree. There was something profoundly intimate about holding him like this, his lean body a line of warmth against yours from chest to toes. You felt surrounded by him, enveloped. Safe. Cherished.

Winding your arms around Kenma's narrow shoulders, you pulled him incrementally closer and pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of his head. "Comfy?" you murmured into his hair.

"Mmmm." It was more a purr than a word, drowsy and utterly content. Kenma nuzzled into the valley between your breasts like he was trying to burrow into you. "Very. You're so soft. And warm. And you smell good."

Your heart turned over behind your ribs, so full of tender affection you thought it might burst. Kenma was rarely so artless with his praise, the sincere words made clumsy by impending sleep. It was painfully endearing.

"Glad to be of service," you whispered, unwilling to disturb the cocoon of hushed intimacy enveloping you. "Sweet dreams, lovely boy."

Kenma made a small, agreeable noise and you felt his lips curve into a smile against your skin. His limbs grew heavy and lax as sleep pulled him under, one arm curled possessively around your waist and a leg thrown over your thigh.

For a long while you simply held him, cheek resting against his silky hair, drinking in the peaceful rise and fall of his chest. Your fingers traced idle patterns over his back and shoulders, following the dips and planes of lean muscle and the delicate ridges of his spine. Each steady, trusting exhale fanning over your skin felt like a precious gift.

This beautiful boy, so reserved and guarded with the rest of the world, felt safe enough in your arms to let himself be vulnerable. To seek comfort and care without fear of judgment. Your throat tightened at the thought, overcome with tenderness.

Shifting carefully, trying not to jostle Kenma, you craned your neck to study his slack features. The ever-present furrow between his brows had smoothed out and his lips were parted slightly, long lashes fanned over his cheekbones. The late-afternoon sunlight filtering through the blinds gilded his skin and set his pale hair aglow, surrounding him in a hazy nimbus.

He looked so young like this, untroubled and ethereally lovely. You felt almost breathless with the need to bundle him close, to shelter him from anything that might dim the contented glow suffusing his face. Kenma carried tension in every line of his body, a quiet sort of melancholy that broke your heart.

If you could give him respite from that, even just for a little while...if you could be his safe harbor, his soft place to land when the world become too much...you would consider yourself the luckiest person alive.

Careful not to disturb Kenma's rest, you fished your phone off the nightstand and set an alarm to wake you in an hour. As much as you would've loved to let him sleep as long as he needed, you knew he'd be upset if he missed dinner. Growing boys needed their fuel, as he often reminded you with a wry smile when you questioned his truly heroic food intake.

That task done, you curled your body more securely around Kenma's, savoring the warm solidity of him in your arms. With a sigh of utter contentment, you closed your eyes and let yourself drift, surrounded by the boy you loved.

The shrill chime of your phone alarm roused you some time later. You groaned softly, nose scrunching in displeasure, and fumbled to turn it off. Beside you, Kenma stirred, making a sleepy sound of protest at being disturbed.

"Sorry, baby," you rasped, voice thick with disuse. You ran a soothing hand up and down his back. "Didn't mean to wake you."

Kenma grumbled something unintelligible and burrowed deeper into your cleavage like he could block out the world if he just tried hard enough. You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting a smile. Who knew Kozume Kenma was a secret cuddle monster?

The rumbling of your stomach broke the drowsy silence a moment later, seconded almost immediately by an answering growl from Kenma's. You huffed out a laugh, carding your fingers through the cornsilk hair at the nape of his neck. "Sounds like it's dinner time for us. Want me to order something?"

"Nooo." The petulant whine was muffled by your skin. "Don't wanna move. 'M comfy."

"I know, lovely, but we need to eat." You stroked your knuckles down the knobs of his spine, gentling him like a grumpy kitten. "Tell you what - if you let me up, I promise I'll order from that place you like with the apple pie. And you can use me as a pillow again while we eat."

There was a considering pause as Kenma clearly weighed your words. You could practically hear the gears turning in his head. Finally, he heaved a tremendously put-upon sigh and rolled away to flop on his back, one arm slung over his eyes.

"Fiiiine," he dragged out, peeking at you from under his elbow. "But there better be pie or I'm staging a protest."

"So demanding." You grinned, leaning over to smack a kiss to his cheek before sliding out of bed. "You're lucky you're cute."

Kenma's outraged sputter followed you out of the room, making you giggle into your palm. Riling him up was entirely too much fun. You knew you'd pay for it later - he'd probably rope you into being his player 2 for some new co-op game he'd been obsessed with - but it would be worth it. Time spent with Kenma was never time wasted.

When you returned to the bedroom, bags of takeout in hand, it was to find Kenma propped up against the headboard in one of your old, oversized sweatshirts, tapping away at his PSP. He glanced up when you entered, nose twitching appreciatively at the savory scent wafting from the bags.

"That was quick," he commented, setting his game aside to make grabby hands at the food.

"I may have bribed Yamamoto with a free teriyaki bowl to sprint over here. And before you ask, yes - I got the pie."

"My hero." Kenma's smile was tiny but genuine, eyes soft as he watched you unpack containers of gyudon and steamed veggies. "Have I mentioned lately that I love you?"

You paused, chopsticks hovering over a piece of beef, and tilted your head at him. "Are you talking to me or the pie?"

Kenma's lips twitched like he was fighting a grin. "Can't it be both?"

That startled a bright laugh out of you, head tipping back with the force of it. "Wow, okay, I see how it is. Nice to know where I stand."

Setting the food aside, you crawled up the bed and swung a leg over Kenma's hips to straddle him. His hands settled automatically on your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into the sensitive inner skin. Cupping his face in your palms, you dipped down to touch your forehead to his, noses brushing.

"I love you too, you brat," you murmured against his mouth. "Even if I have to compete with baked goods for your affection."

Kenma's lips curved into a rare, full-blown grin, cheeks rounding out under your palms. "No competition," he said simply, tilting his chin up to slot your mouths together.

He kissed you slow and deep, a leisurely exploration that made your toes curl. Slender fingers crept under the hem of your- his shirt to stroke the skin of your lower back, making you shiver and press closer. You sighed into it, arms sliding around his neck as you sank into him.

After long, drugging minutes, Kenma drew back to rest his forehead against yours again. His eyes were soft and hazy when they met yours, full of quiet adoration. "Apple pie's got nothing on you."

The words were light, a little irreverent, but you heard the deeper meaning under them - the steadfast devotion, the promise inherent in each syllable. Your heart swelled, straining against the cage of your ribs with the force of your love for this beautiful, brilliant boy.

Unable to articulate the depth of your emotions, you simply kissed him again, winding your arms tighter around him as if you could fuse your bodies into one being. Kenma sighed against your mouth, melting into your embrace like coming home.

Later, bellies full and limbs heavy with encroaching sleep, you watched through drooping lids as Kenma set aside his empty pie tin with a satisfied sigh. He caught you looking and cocked an eyebrow, mouth curving into a lazy smirk.

"Good?" you asked.

"So good. That pie never lets me down." Kenma patted his stomach, then held his arms out to you in clear demand. "Now c'mere. I need my human pillow."

Stifling a laugh, you obediently crawled into his arms and let him arrange you to his liking - head nestled on your chest, arms banded around your waist to hold you close. He nuzzled his face into your softness with a contented hum, already boneless and pliant with impending sleep.

"Hey," he mumbled a moment later, voice muffled by your chest. "Wanna try something else…"

You pulled back slightly to look at Kenma, a curious tilt to your head. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"

Kenma ducked his head, peering up at you through his lashes almost shyly. A faint blush dusted his cheekbones, but there was a glimmer of heat in his golden eyes that made your pulse kick up a notch.

Slowly, deliberately, he slid his hands up your sides to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over the peaked nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt. You inhaled sharply at the sensation, back arching into his touch.

"Just wanna feel you," Kenma murmured, gaze heavy-lidded and intent on your face. "Wanna make you feel good."

Your breath hitched, arousal unfurling hot and syrupy in your veins at his words. Wordlessly, you reached for the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head in one fluid motion, tossing it aside. Kenma's eyes darkened, pupils blown wide as they raked over your bared skin.

Leaning down, you captured his lips in a searing kiss, licking into his mouth with purpose. Kenma groaned softly, fingers flexing on your breasts as he kissed you back just as fiercely before pulling back for air.

Kenma's heated gaze raked over your bare chest, pupils blown wide with desire as he took in the sight of your breasts. Slowly, almost reverently, he cupped the soft mounds in his palms, relishing the weight of them. His thumbs grazed your nipples, circling the dusky peaks until they pebbled under his touch.

Kenma's eyes were riveted to your chest, pupils blown wide and dark with desire as he took in the sight of your bare breasts. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, tongue darting out to wet his lips unconsciously.

"Can I...?" His hands hovered just shy of touching, fingers twitching with the effort of holding back.

"Please," you breathed, arching your spine in clear offering. "Touch me, Kenma."

Permission granted, he wasted no time in cupping the soft mounds again, relishing the weight of them in his palms. Your flesh spilled between his fingers, impossibly smooth and warm. He squeezed gently, wonderingly, thumbs grazing the dusky peaks and feeling them stiffen further under his touch.

Leaning down, Kenma traced the tip of his nose along the curve of your breast, breathing in the scent of your skin. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to the silken flesh, tongue darting out to taste you. Your breath hitched as he moved higher, laving the sensitive underside before finally closing his lips around the straining peak.

A low moan escaped you at the sensation of wet heat enveloping your nipple. Kenma suckled gently at first, tongue lapping languidly as he savored the feel of the taut bud in his mouth. His free hand palmed your other breast, rolling and plucking at the nipple until you were arching into his touch with a needy whimper.

Kenma released your nipple with a soft pop, blowing cool air over the damp flesh and making you shiver. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the rosy peak, glistening with his saliva and swollen from his ministrations. Pride swelled in his chest at how responsive you were to him, at the way you trembled for his mouth alone.

"So perfect," he murmured, voice low and rough with want. "I could spend hours just worshipping these pretty breasts. Sucking and licking until you can't take anymore..."

You keened high in your throat, fingers tangling almost desperately in his hair. "Please, Kenma..."

Compelled by your breathy plea, he dipped his head again to lave attention on your other breast. He licked broad stripes over the soft flesh, trailing the tip of his tongue around your areola before drawing lazy circles over the straining peak. Your answering moan was music to his ears, urging him on.

Kenma increased the suction, hollowing his cheeks as he suckled harder. He grazed the sensitive bud with his teeth, soothing the sting with flicks of his tongue when you cried out. He alternated between lapping kittenishly and sucking deep, until your nipple was red and throbbing, until you were writhing beneath him and panting his name like a prayer.

Only then did he release you, admiring his handiwork through heavy-lidded eyes. Both of your breasts were heaving, the flesh damp, nipples swollen and glistening obscenely. The sight made heat spark through his veins, desire throbbing insistently in his core.

"Kenma," you whined, back bowing as you shamelessly presented yourself for more. "Don't stop, please..."

"Shh, I've got you baby." Kenma smoothed his hands over your sensitive flesh, massaging gently. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."

True to his word, he ducked back down to mouth at your nipple again, suckling ardently as his fingers plucked at its twin. He kept at it for long, blissful minutes, until the world narrowed down to the heat of his mouth on you and the ache building between your thighs.

Kenma's mouth was unrelenting against your sensitive flesh, alternating between soft suckles and firmer draws that made your toes curl. He seemed determined to map every inch of your breasts with his lips and tongue, leaving no patch of skin untasted.

You arched into the wet heat of his mouth with a throaty moan, your hands fisting in his hair to hold him close. Each pull of his lips sent sparks of electricity zinging down your spine, stoking the fire smoldering in your core. You could feel yourself growing slick with arousal, empty and aching for his touch.

"Kenma," you panted, voice wrecked and needy. "Feels so good, don't stop..."

He hummed against your breast in response, the vibrations making you gasp. Encouraged by your reactions, he redoubled his efforts, suckling harder and grazing the sensitive peak with his teeth. His tongue swirled around the pebbled bud, flicking rhythmically in a way that had you seeing stars.

Just when the pleasure was verging on too much, Kenma released your nipple with a final lingering lick. You whimpered at the loss of his warm mouth, back arching in wordless invitation. He soothed you with soft kisses peppered across the swell of your breast, hands kneading gently at your flesh.

"So perfect," he breathed reverently, nose nuzzling the valley between your breasts. "I could worship these for hours and never get my fill. Love how responsive you are, how easily you come undone for me..."

Your only response was a shuddering moan, head tipping back against the pillows as Kenma continued his sensual assault. He seemed fascinated by the weight of your breasts in his palms, the plushness of them against his lips. Like he was determined to memorize every dip and curve, every hitch in your breathing.

And you were more than content to let him take his fill, to lose yourself in the magic of his mouth as he laved attention on your aching nipples. Every draw of his lips sent molten heat flooding your veins, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. You felt unbearably empty, desperate for friction where you needed it most.

As if reading your mind, Kenma released your breast with a final suctioning kiss. He raised his head to lock blown-black eyes with yours, his thumb sweeping maddeningly over your nipple.

"I've got you," he rasped, voice like gravel. His other hand skated teasingly down your stomach, over the trembling plane of your abdomen. "Gonna take care of you, give you what you need. Gonna make you feel so good, baby..."

The broken keen that spilled from your lips was completely involuntary, torn from someplace deep inside you. "Please, Kenma... need you."

The corner of his mouth kicked up in a small, wicked smile. He looked utterly debauched hovering above you, lips red and slick, golden eyes molten with desire.

Without breaking eye contact, he dipped his head to close his lips around your nipple once more. At the same time, his wandering hand slipped lower, fingertips grazing the lace edge of your panties. Your hips canted up in shameless offering, a silent plea for more that he was all too happy to answer.

Kenma took his time working you up with lips and tongue while clever fingers slowly teased your entrance, until you were writhing beneath him, until you were balanced on a razor's edge and begging for release. He brought you to the brink again and again, only to ease you back down, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your trembling form.

Through it all, his mouth never ceased its worship of your breasts, suckling and licking until you were boneless and overwrought. Until the world fell away and your entire existence narrowed down to the pull of his lips, the slick slide of his tongue, the feeling of his dexterous fingers sliding between your soaked folds.

And when his fingers finally delved into slick heat of your pussy and crooked just so, when his teeth grazed your nipple in tandem with a particularly devastating thrust, the coil in your belly snapped. Ecstasy crashed over you in a tidal wave, Kenma's name a broken litany on your tongue as he worked you through it, wringing out every last aftershock until you collapsed against the sheets.

Kenma released your breast with a final soothing lick, pressing a tender kiss over your thundering heart. He watched you come down with a soft, reverent expression, fingertips tracing idle patterns on your overheated skin.

"Gorgeous," he murmured, pressing his lips to your collarbone, your throat, the hinge of your jaw. "Absolutely stunning. I'm so lucky you're mine."

You hummed contentedly, threading your fingers through his hair to pull him down for a slow, sweet kiss. You poured every ounce of adoration and gratitude you felt into it, hoping he could taste the love on your tongue.

"I'm the lucky one," you whispered against his lips. Hooking a leg over his hip, you rolled your bodies until he was nestled in the cradle of your thighs, exactly where he belonged. "Now it's my turn to worship you."

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esspeon · 11 months

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UNHOLY!

a/n: this isn’t exactly a full fic but more like what i’m used to doing and an idea i had in angel’s dms that she practically begged me to write :3 so this is for you darlin’ @katsukike

pairing: camboy!kenma x frequent guest + fem bodied!reader

cw: mentions of masturbation, roleplay, kenma wears a ghostface costume, teasing, use of a blindfold, edging, overstim, praise + degradation, mentions of kenma being a gaming streamer, choking, use of a vibrator.

camboy!kenma who’s a famous gaming streamer and because hes known, never shows his face in his more.. well, unholy streams. Identity and anything that could possibly lead people to believe that its him being completely hidden from the public. That’s part of the reason he has a place especially for those.

It started out as him doing streams alone, dressed in a hoodie and joggers - lowered just enough for his dick to be out. He’d stroke himself in a teasingly slow manner, it was torture not only for his viewers but for him as well. He’s shaking a little, dead set on edging himself for as long as he can handle.. and oh was it worth the wait when he’d finally let himself go. His viewers watched and listened in awe as sighs and moans left his lips while he panted. He’d let out a quiet laugh as a goodbye before he ended the stream.

camboy!kenma who eventually brings in guests, you being the most frequent one. What can he say, hes almost addicted to the sounds you make. Kenma loves having you at his mercy, blindfolded and tied up so he’s free to do whatever he wants with you. Your little jumps and gasps whenever he touches you —even for a few seconds— are something he loves seeing. Sometimes he even uses a vibrator, dragging it over your nipples before he finally presses it to your clit harshly.

He’d whisper things like “who knew such an innocent little thing like you was so dirty?” “Ah, you’re such a good girl for me, hm? Keep it up and i might just give you my cock.” only so you can hear. His voice does things to you, and he uses that to his advantage. When you tell him you’re about to cum he either pulls the toy away just to hear your cries and pleas.

Or, he won’t move it at all and make you cum until you practically beg him to stop while your legs are shaking.

camboy!kenma who’ll cosplay as your favorite slasher —ghostface— and fucks you with it on. It benefits both you and him, really. He gets to hide his face and you get to experience a fantasy of yours. You’re wetter and he slips in so easily without prep, it makes him lightheaded. Eventually his hands would wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly as he thrusts into you harder. You squeez him so tightly it makes him groan and hed whisper “fuck- if i knew you’d enjoy this so much i would’ve done it sooner.”

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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kenma fatherly headcannons

i thought it would be interesting to think about what kenma would be like as a father 🤔

look, im not even gonna be nice with it, i definitely dont see kenma being excited at the idea of having a kid 😭

definitely was like "are you being fr 😟?" when you told him

he obviously wasnt an asshole about it, but he couldn't help his feeling and indifference about the whole thing

the two of you had a long talk about it

the whole time he was more or less "are you sure about this"

hes not a horrible person/partner, he wasnt about to force you to do an abortion

he just wanted to make sure this was actually what you wanted to do and if you were actually serious about it

after you were stern about keeping the baby, he was fine with it

he was more worried about how he would be like as a father because he's very much scared of little kids and struggles to bond with just anyone

also a little peeved at the thought of his alone/free time being taken away

doesnt like the idea of his alone time with you having a literal permanent third wheeler but wont admit that to anyone but kuroo 🌚

during ur pregnancy, he was actually really okay with it

he would check up on you various times of the day, asking how you feel

yeah, he wasnt really excited for it, but that doesn't mean he wont try for it

would pause his games and go to wherever part of the house you were in, eyeing your baby bump with those wary cat eyes of his, all "..how are you feeling..?"

tbh i see you getting pregnant before marrying him because the two of you were kinda lazy with being careful 😅

he kinda facepalms because now hes like "why didnt i think of the possibility of pregnancy🤦🏽‍♀️"

while it doesn't speed up the whole process, he'll now begin taking the thought of marriage seriously

he'll bring up the idea of eloping, or a small wedding because he doesn't like the idea of a big and elaborate wedding ceremony/party

he didnt really care about gender, but he did care about baby names because he didnt want the baby to have a stupid name

now i see him being very curious tho

so he'll ask you a bunch of questions about how it feels to be pregnant, eyes wide when you tell him all the gruesome parts 😭

will also spend some time looking up more information about pregnancy and childbirth

now i do think he'd be aware about how he should change himself for the better

he grew up kinda isolated, and he 100% didnt want that for his kid, especially considering the fact that his child will most likely be an only child too

aw sleeping in kenma's arms while he plays video games cuz hormones made you sad

he'll like announce ur pregnancy to his followers/fans, it was so random he was like "yeah guys im having a kid 😪 kinda scary ngl" during one of his livestreams

really appreciates and is totally surprised when he's gifted money and baby supplies by his fans

maybe posts short little clips of you sleeping in an odd position or doing random things because he thinks its funny how you now do things differently because your bump prevents you from doing things in a certain way

i think it would interest him in the way your baby bump grows

he would be a little mortified at the way he would poke your bump's skin and watch his indent stay there long after he pulled his finger away

would be kinda "??? 🤔🤨" when he first feels the baby's kick/movements

he would "begrudgingly" walk to the store for you late at night if you were craving something

acts all annoyed but lets bffr kenma we know ur a softie 🤣

okay for the birth tho he's so mortified

definitely doesnt want to watch but obviously will be there for you because he knows better

the whole time he feels secondhand discomfort for you and feels your cries in his deep in his core cuz ur in pain and he doesn't like that 😕

this might sound weird, but i see him bringing his portable gaming system to the hospital so you can play with him and get ur mind off things

not saying his feeling towards the baby will change after the birth, but he'll definitely be like "oh wow 😳" when the baby is first born

have u ever seen that clip of steve irwin first looking at bindi when shes born and hes all amazed and awestruck by her?

its like that but its less noticeable and its more like "this is my child?"

a little scared to hold the baby at first because he's afraid to drop her

but once he does he'll look down at it and be like "ur not so bad afterall 😪"

DEFINITELY doesn't get any sleep during the first few months because he'll for some reason take late night feedings/crying upon himself

hes all "ur such a pain bro 😒" while rocking the baby back and forth to soothe it, all cuddly and gentle with it

tbh i cant decide whether it be a girl or boy so its up to reader to decide

omg hes mortified after the first belch spit hes gone afterwards

literally condemns the baby to hell

hates changing diapers but does it for the sake of the baby's comfort and health

when he's alone with the baby, he'd be like "ur kinda ugly 🤔" while playing around with it

tbh i see him getting random bouts of urges to play with the baby and speaking to it in a baby voice secretly

gets really embarrassed if hes caught and acts like it never happened

when ur not there to watch the baby while he's gaming he'll actually be okay with the baby sitting in his lap while he games

if he wins he'll be all "lets goooo 😝" all up in the babies face 😭 lifting it up into the air and just being such a gamer dad

also starts teaching the baby how to play games real early on, making them hold a controller or something and teaching them game logistics

the baby is like 5 months old and doesn't know about taxes but knows about dnd 🤣🤦🏽‍♀️

i see him like announcing the birth of his kid to his followers/fans a couple weeks after the birth

only shows what the baby looks like when its like 6 months old and crawling all in the background, he'll turn around and be like "wanna see my baby?", lift up the baby and put it's face all up close into the camera 😭

does 0.5 and only 0.5 photos on the thing 😅

does a couple more streams afterwards when he "games" with the baby and blame loosing on the poor thing 😅

aw i can see him and the baby having matching outfits when he goes out with it

he's not the best dad, but he'll try his hardest

on a sweet note, if kenma feels lonely when ur away, he'll allow the baby to sleep in the bed he shares with you as a "substitution" and cuddle with it

yk that tiktok audio that goes "leave me alone baby 😒" and then goes "ur my baby i love you ☹️☹️🥰😘" yeah that hes that

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chikaras-garden · 1 year

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Mind Games

Kenma takes control of your pleasure as punishment.

Pairing: dom!Kemna x sub!fem!reader

Words: 1.2k

Contains: discipline/punishment, use of toys (it’s just a vibrator), blindfolds, there’s a threat of public sex and dubcon that isn’t actually followed through on, orgasm control, orgasm denial, mild degradation, R is called “whore” and “slut”

Notes: 18+ or you’ll be blocked. Requested by anon. Honestly this one’s a little bit of a mindfuck and I’m kind of sorry.

The telltale sounds of Kenma’s current favorite game fill the room. The soft music, pings, and chimes all sound louder while you’re blindfolded, your ears compensating for your lack of sight. You bite your lip, fidgeting in the position your boyfriend left you in. Then, you whimper, “Are you streaming?”

There’s a pause. Then, a quiet “hm,” a sound as if you startled him, as if he wasn’t paying attention to you at all until now.

“I wonder,” is the answer you receive. You let out a shuddering breath in response to the smirk you hear in his voice.

Your relationship has rules, boundaries, lines not meant to be crossed. All actions have clear consequences, all of which mutually agreed upon by yourself and Kenma.

He likes when you’re in bed before he’s done streaming. Knowing that he stays up too late, he doesn’t want the same for you; it’s his way of protecting you, of caring for you. Problem is, you have a similar difficulty when it comes to taking care of yourself.

You stayed up later than he did. You were tired the next day. That alone was the consequence for not getting enough sleep. The blindfold, the punishing position on your knees, and the vibrator tucked between your already-puffy folds are the consequence for breaking one of your relationship’s rules.

As per the agreement.

“Can they…” you trail off, words making your tongue feel clumsy, like a stumbling baby deer, “...hear it?”

There’s a soft click that you recognize: the sound of his microphone switching off.

“The vibrator?” he asks, as if he’s asking what’s for dinner. “Oh, no. They couldn’t hear that.”

Then, there’s a chime from Kenma’s screen: He leveled up, and you hear a soft chuckle of pride rumble from his chest. At the same time, though, the vibration pattern switches. Kenma’s in complete control, removing his hand from his game’s controller for a split second to dance his fingers over the app on his phone that’s connected to the sleek black bullet nestled between your thighs.

This pattern hums harder, faster, and knocks your breath right out of you. You suck in a breath through your teeth, clamping your jaw shut to keep a mewl from slipping out.

You almost double forward, pressing your lower belly into your thighs. Squeezing your eyes shut, you rock on your legs in time with the new rhythm. WIth a gasp, you feel the vibration start to consume you, pleasure building so rapidly that your clit starts to ache.

“Ken,” you gasp, “can I please come?”

He doesn’t verbalize an answer, but the lethargic clicks and taps of his controller are all the reply you need. The game taunts you: no, you can’t come. Not yet. Not now. You groan in response, but the pitiful sound is drowned by the triumphant chime of a turn-based battle just won.

There’s the click again. Your breath hitches, both from the vibration pattern pulsing inside you and from the thought that his followers might hear you writhing. How many people watch his streams on a daily basis? You know he has millions of followers, but some of them are surely bots—how many are real? How many real people are online, right now, listening to your boyfriend stream while you’re getting fucked in the background?

You roll your hips forward in time with the vibrator while its pattern takes over your heartbeat. It’s consuming you, and you close your eyes while you think of what his viewers must be thinking right now.

Do they think you’re a filthy whore? Too insatiable to wait for Kenma’s stream to end, so you had to get fucked like this? Are they getting off on this, too?

If only they knew what the sensation of being heard-but-not-seen was doing to you right now, how dwelling on what they must think of you makes you gush around expensive silicone. If only they knew that thinking of you as nothing more than Kenma’s brainless slut pushes you closer, closer to the peak of your orgasm.

“Kenma,” you whine, slurring the syllables together as tears prick the back of your eyes. “Please?”

You hear him chuckle, tap-tap-tapping away at something on his computer. Your heart begins to race—something on stream? Chatting with his mods? Do they know what he’s doing to you?

“She thinks she should come,” he muses. Your stomach twists and blood rushes to your core. Those words aren’t for you; they’re about you, mocking you, making it perfectly clear to whoever’s listening that you’re a soaking mess for him.

You hold in a moan. How many people could it be? Thousands? Tens of thousands?

Without warning, the vibration pattern switches again. Now, it pulses like a heartbeat, never quite dropping to zero, but quickly ramping up to a speed that makes you see stars behind the black of the blindfold.

Each pulse of its fullest intensity makes you gasp. You can’t get your bearings with this pattern; instead, you’re at its mercy, rocking erratically into the cushion beneath your knees. There’s a sound of swords clashing rapidly, somewhere in the distance, but as your mind turns to mush, you can’t focus on anything other than “come,” “come now.”

Kenma levels up again. Like you, he’s grinding, relentlessly pursuing the high of success, of release from whatever’s holding you back—be it a low level or a building orgasm.

Your clit throbs, sending shivers up and down your spine. You double over as a moan bursts free from your lips, and you don’t care. You don’t care who hears you or how many of them there are; all you can think about is how good and perfect and full your pussy feels.

And how good and perfect it feels for the whole world to know you belong to Kenma.

Your hands fall flat on the sheets and ball the fabric up in desperately tight fists. You’re sweating, writhing, moaning like a cat in heat, and finally, finally—you come.

White-hot pleasure takes over you. Face-down on the bed, you’re drooling and whimpering into the sheets. What don’t notice is the way the mattress dips, the soft hand tracing your spine, or the way the vibration finally stops—until the blindfold is suddenly taken off of your eyes.

Kenma.

“Hey,” he murmurs after your eyes blink into focus. Your gaze flicks over his shoulder, to the monitor atop his desk. The game is paused and—most importantly—you don’t see his stream’s overlay.

“You weren’t streaming,” you murmur, delirious.

Kenma makes an affirmative noise before he cradles your head in one delicate palm, then brings you in close, so your head can rest on his shoulder.

“As if I’d want to share you? No way.” he scoffs. He won’t look at you, but the way he avoids your eyes gives you a perfect view of the red tips of his ears.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x you smut #haikyuu x reader smut #kenma smut #kenma x you smut #kenma x reader smut #🌕— dark content.#cw dubcon #cw dubious consent #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #kenma x you #kenma x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #🌸— mine.#🌸— kenma.

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vampyirr · 1 year

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No Nut November

w/nekoma and fukurodani

seijoh ver inarizaki ver

kenma

his sex drive isn’t high like he doesn’t need sex every week so he lasts a long time. i think kenma would like to see you cosplay so you use that to your advantage. you order a bunch of revealing cosplays and they finally come after 2 weeks. you make kenma sit on your bed with his eyes closed as you change in the bathroom. when you come out he opens his eyes and is instantly hard. you twirl around trying to show him all of it and you look so pretty. you slowly walk towards him and sit on his lap. he can’t keep his hands to himself, he ruins you.

kuroo

2 weeks straight. but you won’t tease him, he’ll tease you. he’ll get you all worked up to the point you start begging for him but he’ll just say “i have a bet win” he teases you for a week straight but after awhile he cant take it anymore. he just wants to pounce on you. its very hard for him not to fuck you on every surface. finally one day you get out the shower and forgot your clothes. you walked in with only a towel on. his eyes never leave you as you walk around your room. you notice him staring at you and ask if something is wrong. he finally does what he’s been wanting to do for so long. he literally jumps and pins you down

akaashi

the whole month can surprisingly control himself. its not easy but its not impossible for him. if you tease him he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and say “love your so beautiful but i cant” butterflies immediately like he’s so sweet but so hot. but don’t worry, he’ll take care of you. if your horny and need him he’ll eat you out or finger you or even let you ride his thigh. basically, anything that’s not his cock. when it’s over he takes good care of you. letting you use his cock all you want because you couldn’t for so long. even when you get tired he’s grabbing your hips and helping you ride him.

bokuto

with his energy good luck. um yea he’s very needy. didn’t know exactly what it was so you had to explain it to him. he really wants to try it but fails very soon. 4 days. after a game he still has a lot of energy and right after he takes you to the locker room and fucks you so hard, your legs are so wobbly after. when he realizes he failed he wants to try again but always ends up fucking you after about 5 days. it’d be after practice or when you wake up or even just during the day. he needs you a lot. he fails like 6 times and each time he fucks you harder then the last

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kodzubaby · 20 days

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can anyone help me find this kenma smau with the recent chapter y/n and kenma were with their friends (bokuto, kuroo, yachi, nishinoya, hinata, and some others) and they went strawberry picking. y/n is also a streamer ♡

thank you so much to those who'll help ♡

#kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma smau #hq kenma #kozume kenma #kenma x reader smut #kenma

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bachissidehoe · 4 months

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Kenma loves being cockwarmed. He can’t get enough of the feeling of your pretty pussy wrapped tightly around him, sitting calmly in his lap while he plays his game. He loves feeling you soaking his cock as you become more frustrated, shifting every once in a while and letting out a few breathy sighs. He’ll sit with you on his cock for hours, pulsing inside you, with your wetness dripping down his shaft and pooling on his thighs. Kenma can be such a tease, whispering softly into your ear “after this round pretty girl, I’ll fuck you right after this”, only to start up another round immediately after. “can’t help it beautiful, you just feel so good sitting there”

#kenma x reader smut #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #kenma x reader #kozume kenma #kenma #kenma smut #hq kenma #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines

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koutarostiddies · 2 years

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Happy Birthday, Kitten

This is a repost from my main blog. i realized that I never posted this here. Shame on me. Also, this is probably poorly edited. I kinda just copied and pasted this from the main blog.

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x female reader

Content: smut, fluff, petname kitten. Kitchen sex because why not, birthday sex. Usage of the term 'slut', but in a loving way. Unprotected sex, reader is on birth control.

A/N: Kenma decides that the best way to spend your birthday is to finally confess to you and fuck you stupid on the kitchen counter.

Kenma swings his legs as he sits on the counter; watching you intently as you do the dishes. It’s not unusual to have Kenma over late at night as you cook and clean, but tonight was unexpected. You know he had a stream tonight so why he decided to swing by was beyond you.

“Thought you had a stream,” you said, not looking up from the sink.

“Canceled it,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Why?”

“Do you not want me here?”

“No, it’s just not like you to cancel. Are you sick?” You turn around to place a hand on his forehead. He smiles as he leans into it.

“If it means you’ll touch me, then I’ll make sure to get sick more often. ”

“Shut up, asshole.” You slapped his arm and turn back to your dishes.

If it was anyone else you’d flirt back, but it’s Kenma. You’ve known him for years and the last thing you want to do is cross that line, albeit it’s a thin line, but it’s still there. Although it’s not like you haven’t entertained the idea at all.

“Hey, I know it’s late, but you want to eat something?” He jumps off the counter and leans in over your shoulder. Your breath hitches as his hands grab onto your waist; something he notices right away.

“What’s the matter kitten,” he moves your hair to the side as he whispers in your ear, “cat got your tongue?”

You turn around and glare at him, “Come on Kenma, this isn’t funny.”

A smirk forms on his face as he leans closer. “I don’t see anyone laughing, kitten.”

Your heart beats faster as his lips graze yours.

“Kenma,” You whisper as he rubs circles on your hips with his thumbs.

“Yes, kitten?” His lips never leave yours.

“We can’t, if we do then things won’t be the same.”

“Who says they have to stay the same? I’m not blind you know. I’ve seen the stolen glances, the wanting stares. You forget how observant I am.”

He’s right, not only that but you’re probably the most obvious person in your friend group. You place your hands on his chest as if you’re ready to push him away, but you can’t bring yourself to. He smiles as his lips finally press against yours.

Kenma’s stronger than he looks, his grip on you is firm and unwavering, but to be honest the last thing you want to do is pull away from him. Your body aches for him as his hands slip under your shirt.

All reason has left you. Any little voice that would’ve told you to stop, to push him away has abandoned you. That thin line you dared not cross was long gone.

His tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you didn’t hesitate to welcome it in.

You moan into his mouth as his hands cup your breasts.

“Fuck, Kenma,” You moan.

“Is that a request, kitten?” Is it? You think to yourself. If you’re being honest, you’re scared. There’s no coming back from this. Once you let him in, both physically and emotionally, you know the grip he’ll have over you will be unbreakable. Do you really want him to break these walls you had so carefully built around yourself?

He stops and pulls away, unsure if he’s gone too far and made you uncomfortable. Doubt suddenly washes over him, did he fuck up?

You pull him back, your hand pressed against the back of his neck, “Yes. Please fuck me, KenKen.”

He smiles before lifting you up on the counter and unceremoniously pulling your pants down. He kneels in front of you and kisses your inner thighs, sucking and biting you as you rake your fingers through his long hair.

“Shit, Ken.”

“Yes, kitten?”

“Please, more.”

“More?” He nuzzles against your sex, his nose hitting your swollen clit. “You’re so wet for me already,” he hums as he hooks a finger around the hem of your panties and pulls it aside. He closes his eyes as he breathes you in. “Smells so good, kitten”

On instinct you try closing your thighs in embarrassment but he won’t let you. “Embarrassed? There’s no need. Been wanting to smell and taste you for the longest time. Can I?” A pink hue dusted your face as you nodded.

“You sure? ”

“Yes, Kenma.” Truth be told it isn’t like you have ever gone to bed without masturbating to the thought of him between your legs, but this time it’s really happening.

You jump the moment his warm tongue pushes past your folds. His eyes remain fixated on you, watching for any signs of discomfort.

“Don’t stop, babe” Kenma blushes as you start to get more comfortable. Thank god you can’t see it from where he is.

“So wet for me,” he says before wrapping his lips around your clit.

You push yourself against his face, a vice grip on his hair as you quiver with each flick of his tongue. He eagerly sucks on your clit, his warm tongue rubbing the underside of it as he does. Your lewd sounds fill the kitchen. He’s enjoying it more than he lets on. His cock already straining against his pants as he slips a finger inside. He smiles as you buck your hips against him, as you moan out for more.

“Fuck, kitten, if you’re this tight now, how am I going to fit my cock in you?” He pushes another finger inside while watching as the tears fall down your red cheeks. With a slight crook of his fingers he has you at his mercy. Your legs shake almost uncontrollably as the orgasm you were trying to keep at bay crashes over you.

“Feel good, kitten?” he asks as he starts to stand up.

“Mhm,” is all you can muster as you give him a weak smile.

“Want more?”

“Yeah,” you respond breathlessly. Kenma leans over and kisses the corner of your mouth as he starts to slip out of his pants. You bite your lip as you look at him. You never really thought about Kenma’s size, but to say you were pleasantly surprised was a definite understatement. You only hope he kows how to use it. He pulls you closer, your ass on the edge of the counter as he presses against you, his hot cock twitching against your needy pussy. He gently runs his hand down the expanse of your body, appreciating all of you as he starts to push past your folds. You throw your head back as you grab onto his biceps. His cock slams into you, almost immediately hitting your spot. All those times you complained about past encounters and how the guys you were with seemed to know nothing about a woman’s body played in your head. Did he really take in all that information? Suddenly mortification sets in when you realize just how much you openly shared with your friend.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he lifts you up off the counter just enough to reach the best angle. His cock head mercilessly hits your spot as you cry out for more. “Deeper, KenKen,”

“You’re such a little slut, aren’t you, kitten?” He leans over you, his hot breath ghosting over your lips.

“Only for you.” You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, your walls tightening around his shaft as you kiss him. His hands grip the fat of your ass as he deepens his thrusts. You cry into the crook of his neck as you feel yourself unravel. How was he this good?

“Fuck,” your fingers card through his hair, pulling out the elastic that held it up. His hair cascaded down his shoulders and if that didn’t completely destroy you nothing would. You rarely saw him with his hair down, but damn if he wasn’t the sexiest man alive right now. He looked at you, his golden eyes looking deep into yours as he brought you to the apex of pleasure.

“Coming,” you whimpered.

“Good, come on my cock, kitten.” He slips under your shirt, gripping your tit as he pounds into you. His movements were deliberate, only meant to give you the utmost pleasure. If he came it would just be a bonus, all he cared about was your pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, yes. Oh my fucking, shit,” you couldn’t be bothered to make a full sentence. Not to mention he was doing a great job at fucking you stupid right about now.

“I’m so close, kitten.”

“Then just come, KenKen.” The way you look at him with your lust blown eyes and seductive smile was enough to push him over the edge. He rests his head on your shoulder as he empties himself inside you, coating your walls with his seed.

“Shit, kitten, I wanted you to come first.” He pulls himself up and looks into your eyes.

“‘T’s ok. I came earlier,” you collapse on the counter, the coolness of it making you wince.

“Not good enough,” he whines as he pulls out of you, the remainder of your pleasure dripping onto the kitchen floor.

“Sorry,” Kenma runs his fingers along your swollen clit, eliciting a moan from you.

“I told you…”

“No,” Kenma cuts you off, “That this was the best I could do for you today. I rushed over here and forgot to buy you your gift.”

“What do you mean?” You sit up on the counter looking puzzled.

“Did you really forget what day it is?” Kenma frowns.

"What do you mean? It’s Friday, your usual streaming day” You sandwich him between your legs pulling him closer so you can run your fingers through his hair.

“Kitten, normally it’s expected that others would forget this day, but you? It’s your birthday.”

“Oh my God, I actually lost track of the days. I haven’t worked all week so the days kind of blurred together. Is that why you canceled?”

“Yeah. Couldn’t let you spend your birthday alone.”

“I’m such an idiot,” you drop your head knowing that only you could forget your own birthday.

"But you’re my idiot,” he presses a gentle kiss to the temple of your head.

"I had my phone turned off all day. I’m positive I missed a shit ton of birthday wishes.”

“You’ll get to them tomorrow, kitten. How about I get you cleaned off?” Kenma takes your hand and pulls you onto your feet, quickly holding you up as you fall into him. “Easy now,” he laughs as you attempt to walk on your own.

“Bite me, Kenma.”

“I mean, if you want,” he teases.

After the long shower, which resulted in more sex, you both climbed into bed. You look over at him wondering what you should even consider yourselves after you crossed the line.

“Ken?”

“Hm,” he looks at you, gently stroking your face.

“What are we now?”

“If you want, I’d like to be your boyfriend.” Kenma scans your face hoping you won’t reject him after everything.

“I’d like that.” You pull him in for a kiss. Kenma climbs over you and brushes a stray hair out of your face before leaning in for another kiss. “Happy Birthday, kitten. And please just ignore Tetsurou’s text when you see it.”

“Oh, now I’m curious,” you giggle as Kenma kisses your neck in hopes of distracting you.

“You know, curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back.”

“Smart-ass.” Kenma quipped before rolling off of you. “I’ll let you read it if you promise to fuck with him a bit.”

“When have you ever known me not to fuck with him?”

“Who says soulmates don’t exist?” he laughs as you snuggle into him.

“Good night, babe.”

“Night, kitten. Love you,” he whispers as sleep starts to overtake him.

Kuroo and Reader

Kenma and Kuroo

#hq kenma #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma smut #kenma x reader smut #hq x reader #hq x reader smut #haikyuu kenma #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut

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piercidh34rts · 1 year

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✦idea for a Wattpad book, ao3 or tumblr series✦

✩kenma x female reader✩

F reader is trying to get out of the relationship with her cheating toxic boyfriend, after finding out , she tries to think if she should stay and forgive or end the relationship.

During that time, she meets kenma, and they start having a friend with benefits relationship( in secret )a really good and healthy one, she feels safe.

And because of the relationship, kenma changes her mind and she breaks up with her boyfriend.

★Some details ★

Freader lives alone

(And has a cat/ I love cats)

A chapter were kenma friends fiend out about the relationship

Smut please 🙏🏽🧎🏽‍♀️

Maybe some problems with the toxic boyfriend

And has to be timeskip kenma

The vibe that I think it would look good :

✦got this from “ (-s4torify), doesn’t write anymore

✦ good book

✩All credits to her ✩

♡Don’t forget to tag me ♡

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pin-k-ink · 15 days

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saccharine // kozume kenma

tw ⇢ friends to lovers, making out, so much spit, hair pulling, food kink(?), hands free orgasm, just pure filth

wc ⇢ 3.4k

Kenma was utterly immersed in the virtual world displayed across his gaming monitor, fingers flying in dexterous motions as he maneuvered through each intense level. The vibrant colors and frenetic action held his focus in an unwavering trance, shutting out all external stimuli and distraction with ease. He was in his own insular bubble, mind narrowed to the singular objective unfolding pixel-by-pixel before him.

So thoroughly zoned in was Kenma that the faint creak of his bedroom door swinging open on its hinges barely even registered through his fixated haze at first. It wasn't until the soft thud of footsteps sounded, infiltrating the periphery of his gaming cocoon, that his brow furrowed ever so slightly in a subtle break of concentration.

Kenma felt his shoulders tighten a fraction as the additional presence within his space slowly penetrated through to his consciousness. With obvious reluctance, he tore his keen gaze away from the rapidly flickering screen to locate the source of this intrusion into his hard-won solitude.

Standing just inside the doorway was none other than you - looking perfectly at home despite having let yourself into his private sanctuary so casually. There was already a lazy, contented smile curling the corners of your mouth upwards as you regarded Kenma with that soft, unassuming warmth he secretly found so disarming. You looked slightly rumpled, as if you'd just arrived back from a long day out, but your entire energy exuded the kind of earthy comfort that always seemed to counterbalance Kenma's own more aloof aura so well.

As his slowly refocusing eyes drifted down, Kenma couldn't help but zero in on the crinkled plastic convenience store bag gripped loosely in one of your hands. He felt his lips pursing in a subtle moue, knowing without needing to ask that the mysterious parcel was no doubt stuffed full of all manner of highly processed, tooth-achingly sweet snacks and candies - the kind designed to incite nostalgic cravings in anyone who'd ever grown up as a sugar-fueled ball of youthful energy.

"Hey," you called out, voice light and laced with that melodic lilt of amusement that Kenma secretly catalogued as one of his favorite inflections from you. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything too intense over here."

As if in direct answer to your playful query, the muted barrage of synthesized explosions and combat effects issued forth from Kenma's computer speakers - temporarily overridden in volume by your arrival. Kenma felt one eyebrow quirking upwards as you simply laughed, completely unoffended as you strode further into his room with all the casual confidence of someone fully assured in their welcome.

Which, to be fair, you always had been. Even when Kenma was at his most brooding or socially awkward, you'd never seemed fazed by his prickly exterior. Your relationship was quite simply one of easy equanimity, a perfectly counterbalanced orbit of push and pull that you both navigated through unconscious instinct at this point. No pretense or strain ever overcomplicated the simple fact that you both enjoyed inhabiting the quiet spaces of each other's lives, no matter how dissimilar your individual idiosyncrasies might appear to outside perspectives.

"Not really," Kenma replied after a protracted beat, finally deigning to bless you with a response as you unceremoniously flopped down on the end of his bed with a playful bounce. He tried to feign nonchalance, to not allow the subtle crinkling of bedsprings and sheets rustling beneath your added weight to lodge itself under his skin quite so insistently. But he could admit to himself, if to no one else, that you inhabiting his personal domain so casually would always elicit a visceral flare of...awareness from his carefully cultivated aloofness.

He hoped the small, inscrutable furrow of his brow was enough to silently convey the token protest his persona demanded - the subtle you're-invading-my-territory bristle that most people wisely heeded when dealing with Kozume Kenma's highly attuned sense of solitary sovereignty. Not you though. Even after the numerous years of rad-proximity cohabitation that began between you two, you still seemed to gleefully take measured delight in cheerfully ignoring every last one of his prickly deterrent mechanisms.

Rather than take umbrage at his mild look of affront, you simply beamed and began rummaging around inside the plastic sack with greatly exaggerated gusto - no doubt for your own private amusement at tweaking Kenma's carefully maintained airs once again. The crunch and rustle of packaging being rifled through filled the small bedroom as you built up an aggravatingly teasing sense of dramatic flair, finally extracting your prize from the bottom of the bag with a wee little noise of triumph.

"Cherry?" You announced, brandishing the large spherical lollipop like a trophy freshly liberated from its crinkly plastic tomb. That impish glint danced through your gaze as you rolled the candy enticingly between your fingertips with a sly smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. "I got a whole fresh bag full of those novelty flavors you used to go crazy for back in elementary school."

Kenma felt his brows twitching slightly as he absorbed the sight of the garishly dyed confection being spun and twirled in a saucy little display of enticement clearly meant solely for his benefit. The bright crimson whorls decorating the bulbous sugar orb put his mind immediately in the nostalgic mindset you'd explicitly stated - dragging forth powerful sensory memories of sticky fingers and tongues frantically chasing fleeting sugar highs around the smallest provocations.

"I remember how much you used to get a real kick out of novelty flavors like these after especially Kuroo dragged you out to play," you carried on in a lower, more conspiratorial tone as Kenma found his gaze firmly arrested by your mouth. You'd already begun dragging the pointed tip of the lollipop between your parted lips with tantalizing leisure, punctuating the suggestive motion with a slow wink. "Always the tasty little reward to help recharge those spent batteries, wasn't it?"

Before Kenma could formulate any semblance of a verbal response, you had already sealed your lips around the bulbous candy with a contented hum. His eyes went wide, transfixed, as he watched your cheeks hollow on the first experimental suckle.

There was something about the way your lips moulded so perfectly around the firm, protruding shape - the soft sounds of suction and the glimpses of your pink tongue slowly swirling to chase the initial burst of sticky sweetness. It was such a small, innocuous action, and yet Kenma found himself utterly entranced against his will.

You seemed blissfully unaware of the effect you were having, far too caught up in your own nostalgic indulgence. Your eyes had drifted shut in apparent bliss as you allowed the full-bodied flavor to roll across your palate with a pleased rumble. Kenma swallowed hard, feeling the heated prickle of a flush threatening to crawl up the back of his neck as you hummed out another long exhale of unabashed enjoyment.

The synthetic cherry scent suddenly seemed amplified ten-fold, heavy and cloying in a way that had Kenma's senses surging into hyperawareness of your every breath, subtle shift, and indulgent kitten lick. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the slow-motion mesmerism of watching that plump lower lip drag free from the candy's glistening surface with excruciating leisure.

A bead of melted syrup immediately welled up in the wake of your mouth's retreat, hanging heavy and taunting for the barest beat before gravity fully exerted its pull. Kenma's throat clicked on a strangled inhale as the ruby-red droplet began tracing a sticky path down the very center of your chin with tantalizing languidness. He could all but taste the cloying sugar exploding across his senses as the errant rivulet continued its maddening descent...only to finally shudder to a halt mere centimeters from the hollow of your throat.

You didn't seem to notice the escaped treat's sluggish journey, far too wrapped up in dragging the rapidly diminishing lollipop free to lave a series of thorough, indulgent kitten licks along the fresh sugar-trail your previous enthusiasm had laid across your very lips. Kenma felt his fingers flexing against the game controller, nails digging into the worn rubber in a white-knuckle grip as he was utterly transfixed.

The thick, humid weight of unspoken tension was mounting by the second, made heavier with every demonstrative sweep of your tongue and quiet simper of gratification that vibrated through the hushed bedroom. Just as Kenma was certain his restraint was about to fray completely, shattering into tinder to be consumed by this blazing conflagration of suggestive temptation, your eyes fluttered back into focus.

Your gazes instantly locked together with the electric shunt of a livewire arc-ing closed circuit. For an interminable breath, you both remained suspended in that heated stare - the only sound Kenma's own rapidly pounding heart hammering against his ribs with deafening intensity. Then, with obvious relish, your tongue swept out to lap up the errant trail of cherry syrup that had very nearly defied gravity's hold entirely before retreating.

Kenma's stomach muscles clenched as if taking a physical blow, his throat clicking on another difficult swallow against the sudden, harrowing jolt of explosive arousal that shocked through his system at the razor's edge of suggestiveness you had just displayed. You didn't show even the barest hint of hesitation or embarrassment, however, simply allowing your lips to curve upwards in an insolent smirk as you beheld the thunderstruck look on Kenma's face.

"Want a taste?" The words were innocuous enough, if perhaps delivered a shade too heavy with bedroom timbre and subtext. But the accompanying gesture of holding the thoroughly debauched candy out towards Kenma in clear offering? That was borderline obscene.

Unable to summon the power of speech for several suspended heartbeats, Kenma could only stare at the lurid streaks of color and glistening artificial sheen adorning the thoroughly savaged lollipop like neon warpaint. The sticky shine of sugar and saliva combined into an almost pornographic glaze that his overheated subconscious immediately supplied a barrage of wildly inappropriate mental images to contextualize.

It felt like a cosmic paradigm shift had occurred with shocking abruptness, as if someone had reached out and simply altered the gravity governing your established dynamic without advance notice or permission. What should have been a harmless instance of sugary indulgence between casual friends had taken on an electrifyingly charged tenor rife with fraught implications Kenma's fevered lizard brain was straining to process without imploding.

You seemed to notice the glazed look overtaking his features because you shifted forward on the mattress with what could only be described as a lazy roll of your hips. Your gaze briefly flicked down, confirming you had indeed provoked the expected bodily response in Kenma to match his overheated look. When you glanced back up through your lashes, pupils already dilated to liquid rings of pure invitation, a full-body shudder rocked through Kenma so violently it momentarily shorted his lungs of air.

There was no going back from this moment poised on the precipice of your established equilibrium. The gauntlet had been thrown in a bold, unambiguous challenge...and Kenma realized with a sort of stunned exhilaration that his subconscious had already accepted without input from his higher reasoning.

"Last chance," you purred out, deliberately dragging the candy's slick, hardened curve between your lips in an achingly sensuous tease.

Kenma didn't hesitate any longer.

With a low, guttural growl that sounded foreign even to his own ears, he surged forward until only a mere hairsbreadth separated your flushed frames. You sucked in a sharp inhale at his sudden approach, eyes blown wide in a heady mixture of surprise and approval, but didn't retreat.

If anything, you unconsciously leaned in further - near desperately offering up the ravaged lollipop like a silent supplication that Kenma was all too eager to receive. Without preamble, he sealed his lips around the exposed portion of sticky sugar...

You both seemed to hold your breath as Kenma's lips closed around the lollipop, savoring the tangy-sweet burst of artificial flavors coating his tongue. But there was an underlying muskiness as well - the undeniable taste of your own saliva mingling with the sugary treat in an intoxicating way that deepened the moment's intimacy.

Kenma's eyes slipped shut as he slowly drew the candy deeper into his mouth with a low rumble of appreciation. He could feel the heavy weight of your gaze scorching across his face as he indulged in long, leisurely pulls and sweeps of his tongue. The air between you had grown thick and charged, practically crackling with unspoken tension.

When he finally allowed the thoroughly worshipped lollipop to slip free with a damp pop, Kenma's eyes fluttered open to find you watching him with rapt fascination. Your chests were rising and falling in tandem, breaths falling into sync as that taut line of heated awareness stretched between you, thrumming like a tightly coiled wire.

"Your turn," Kenma rasped out, voice pitched and gravelly as he held the glistening treat out in mute offering. He could see your throat working on a convulsive swallow before you slowly, almost mesmerized, leaned forward to accept it between your newly reddened lips.

The sweet indulgence continued to pass between you in a steadily escalating cycle of wordless exchange - growing more fervent and molten with each intimate iteration. By the time the lollipop had fully dissolved into a rapidly melting stub, your joined breathing had grown harsh and punched-out against the heavy quiet surrounding you.

You held the lingering candy husk out towards Kenma with a look that could only be described as smoldering want. He found himself already leaning in, chasing those reddened, swollen lips until they crashed together in a heated collision of sugared, seeking mouths.

The lollipop was quickly forgotten, allowed to roll away into discarded oblivion as you both surrendered to the long-simmering hunger abruptly allowed to boil over into frantic need. There was nothing gentle or tentative in your joined onslaught - merely a wild, unbridled devouring as you clung to each other with something akin to desperation.

Kenma felt like he was short-circuiting from a constant barrage of new stimuli assailing his senses all at once. The velvet glide of your tongues tangling in an increasingly sloppy duel, the bittersweet tang of melted sugar commingled with the addictive essence of your unique tastes and scents, the featherlight caress of your fingertips branding tingling trails everywhere they exploratively roamed. It was quickly overwhelming his carefully cultivated restraint in tidal waves of new sensation.

Just when Kenma thought his tenuous grasp on control might disintegrate entirely, he vaguely registered the crinkle of plastic as you scrabbled blindly for something else. Your joined momentum barely faltered, mouths still hungrily devouring one another, as you managed to produce another candy - this time one of the gummy ring varieties.

You didn't hesitate before pressing the sticky, yielding treat against Kenma's lips in blatant invitation. His eyes slipped open in a momentary daze, but you simply held his heated stare as you slowly pushed the sugary disk deeper, deeper, until finally he was forced to open up and accept it fully inside.

A tremor rocked through Kenma as his tongue was instantly overwhelmed by the intense burst of sour green apple flavor. But the cloying artificial tang swiftly melted into something headier - the lingering taste of your saliva providing an irresistible musky counterpoint. He found his suckles growing more insistent, cheeks hollowing with each powerful pull as you watched him rapturously.

You seemed spurred on by his display, hands tangling almost painfully in his hair to sharply angle his head as you sealed your mouth over his in another bruising kiss. Climbing into his lap, you pressed even closer as the half-dissolved gummy quickly became the star attraction in a molten tug-of-war, messily traded back and forth as you strained to chase every melted smear and lingering taste from the other's questing tongue.

The wet, obscenely suckling sounds soon being disgorged into the dense air around you were utterly depraved...and yet neither of you could seemingly get enough. You rolled and writhed together with mounting desperation, limbs entangling as your bodies gyrated with a lustful, reckless abandon..

You hummed approvingly as you produced another treat from the bag - a plump gummy worm in a shockingly vibrant shade of lime green. Without preamble, you traced the squishy confection along the swollen seam of Kenma's lips, leaving a glistening trail of sugary syrup in its wake.

He immediately opened for you, taking the candy into the velvet heat of his mouth with a low rumble of pleasure. You watched, entranced, as his cheeks hollowed on the first experimental suck, feeling your belly clench at the obscene sound.

"Let me taste..." you rasped out, not waiting for permission before surging forward to lick away the sticky smears his thorough sampling was already leaving at the corners of his lips.

Kenma groaned at the hot glide of your tongue, catching it briefly to suckle hard - drawing you into a messy open-mouthed clash. The gummy candy quickly became the molten centerpiece of a heated tug-of-war, passed between your questing mouths in a filthy exhibition of slurping and swapping spit-slicked remnants.

By the time the neon treat had fully dissolved into so much sugary wreckage, your chins were streaked in lurid green and crimson from the excessive mess. You barely skipped a beat before grabbing another - this time one of the fruit-flavored taffies.

Kenma watched with heavy-lidded intensity as you slowly enveloped the tan-colored chew between your lips, torturously working the sticky mass along the insides of your cheeks before offering it to him with a muffled moan of wanton bliss. He immediately accepted the proffered treat, tongues dueling and tangling as you traded the rapidly dissolving candy back and forth in lascivious exchanges that had you both panting harshly through your noses.

Another candy soon joined the melting fray after the taffy had been comprehensively obliterated - a molten disk of pale yellow butterscotch this time. You took the initiative to cradle the liquidized confection against the swell of Kenma's lower lip, smearing the cloyingly sweet syrup across the reddened plump flesh. He instinctively gave a broad sweep of his tongue to chase the sugary trail, moaning brokenly at the artificial richness coating his palate.

This only seemed to spur you on further, and you were soon leaning in to lick and suckle away every last melting butterscotch droplet painting Kenma's swollen mouth. The sounds of your vigorous sampling and soft whimpers of delight were utterly shameless as you wallowed together in the sticky, heated devastation of so many defiled treats.

More gummies were soon added to the rapidly disintegrating pile - their colors blending into a garish kaleidoscope of streaked saliva and disgorged groans across your flushed bodies. You traded each dissolving confection back and forth in messy bursts of bruising suction that left your mouths swollen and tingling from the stimulation.

At some point, you tipped the bag entirely over the bedsheets, allowing the remaining sugar-dusted debris to spill out in a vibrant trail that seemed to beckon like an insistent siren. Neither of you hesitated before your joined frames collapsed squarely into the sticky devastation, utterly heedless of any shreds of restraint still tenuously remaining.

Candy dust and gobbed spittle were soon finding their way into every available crevice and exposed patch of slick, overheated skin as you thrashed together in delirious rapture. The thick, cloying sweetness and musk of arousal hung in the air like an intoxicating fog as you both surrendered to this singular, obsessive need to consume each sugary morsel from the other's plush mouths...among other intimate sampling still to come.

By the time the decimated bag had been exhausted of all its confectionary contents, you were both utterly spent - collapsed in a sweaty, debauched heap of limbs amidst the sticky devastation you'd so comprehensively wallowed within. Lurid warpaint streaked your flushed frames from the thorough coating of candy carnage, but matching dopey grins still curved your thoroughly ravaged mouths in unison.

Unbeknownst to you, the front of Kenma’s pants were soaked with more than just saliva and sugar, but the evidence would remain hidden until he got the chance to change his clothes.

"Guess we got a little carried away there, huh?" You teased, prodding Kenma in the side with an idle fingertip as he let out a grunt of agreement.

"We could always take a shower," he suggested after a beat, voice roughened with the kind of gravel that made your lower belly clench.

"And then what?" You prompted, rolling over so you could rest your chin atop Kenma's chest and peer up at him through your lashes.

He didn't even pause to consider, just gave a small shrug before responding in an even tone: "Then we could grab a whole bag of candies from the store and start all over again."

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kurooandkenmasslut · 2 years

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Hi. I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do angst with either Kuroo or Kenma. Maybe even both if you want! Just in case I wanna thank you in advance if you write it! You can delete this if you want ofc!

But if you are writing can I be 🐮 anon?

Notes: Of course, you can!! Since I have already made a Kuroo angst, I'll make a kenma one!! I don't know if you want a male reader or a female reader, but I'll do a female reader but you can ask me to change the pronouns !!

Keys: Reader's pronouns are she/her, 'you', and Y/N. If you are new to my blog, when I write and a new character is introduced I use Bold font. I'm sorry if It's a bit confusing but Sorry for wait darling :(

Genre: Angst :(

Warning: This contains serious topics including mention of death of illness, hospitals & blood.

tagging ! ; @sookisaurus & @satisfactooru !

Five Days..

Kenma Kozume x Female reader

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You and Kenma Kozume were in the shittest class ever. Math. Kenma would never get it because he wouldn't listen because he'd be on his console. But you were good at maths and went to Kenma's house to help him with math homework. Your boyfriend would sometimes pretend to not get it just to have you over.

It became a daily basis with you coming over to his house for math. You didn't mind as long as you were with him. Math class ended and your classmate called over to you. You walked over to their desk and started talking to them. It seemed they had been stuck on math questions. You of course being kind, helped them understand the questions. You finished talking about it and asked them if they understand, and they smiled and nodded their head. You are glad you can make someone smile today again.

You turned over to the desk where you and Kenma were sitting, and to your surprise, a girl was sitting in your seat talking to your boyfriend. You closed your eyes and inhaled. 'It's okay, it's only a girl, calm down,' You thought.

"Hi excuse me? Your sitting on my seat," You said in your voice gently. The girl looked at you and turned round to Kenma. She rummaged through her bag and brought out a piece of paper. She grabbed your pencil that was on your desk and wrote down a row of numbers. 'Was that her..phone number?' You thought. 'No wait, Don't jump to conclusions Y/N, this could be a misunderstanding. What if their childhood friends? Yeah, childhood friends.'

She got up from her seat and studded down to the doorway. Before she left the classroom, she made a phone motion and mouthed 'call me' smiled, and left. You were confused. Flabbergasted even. You don't think a childhood friend would act like that. You looked over at Kenma and he looked flustered. You sighed. "Who's she?" You asked, you couldn't help to be nosy. "A childhood friend," Kenma shortly replied. You packed away your stuff and you didn't wait for Kenma this time, you left and no way in hell were you going to his house.

You got back home with the front door closed with a 'click'. "Hi love, how was your day?" Your mother questioned. She had an apron around her waist and a simple bun & pins in her hair. "It was okay, nothing special," You sighed. You were thinking about today and you had to say that today was tiring. "Well, I made a lemon cheesecake and it's in the fridge. Would you like some?" Your mother chirped. You always loved your mother's cooking. "Oooh sure," You said. Hopefully, that will take your mind off things.

And it did. Your mother had made your day, just like always. Eventually, your father came home and you all had dinner. You all watched a movie and then went to bed. You chatted with your friend, Najimi Kokomo for a bit before you went to sleep.

(hi! it's me again, I would like to mention when you were talking to Naijimi the chat font wasn't really working properly and it started going bold. I kept trying to change it to normal but it still went too bold so I'm really sorry about that !!)

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you laughed at Najimi. She always made you laugh. You put your phone down and cuddled your bedsheets as they curled around you. You smiled and fell asleep peacefully.

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You woke up with a yawn. Today was a Tuesday. You looked up at the ceiling and zoned out. You were broken out of your trance when your mother called you down for breakfast (optional). You hurried to get changed into your school uniform, did your hair, put light make-up on, and hurried downstairs. You greeted your parents good morning and ate (whatever you have for b.f).

You finished your breakfast and checked your watch. You had twenty-eight minutes before class starts so you decided to pack it up and leave. You bid your goodbyes to your parents and started walking. A car pulled up beside you, you turned your head to the mystery person and your face was met with Najimi's beautiful face, ocean blue eyes, and jet-black hair. "Heyo! Get your ass in!" Najimi yelled. "I'm coming now! hold on," you said while rushing to get in. It started to rain, and Najimi saved you. "Thank you, my knight," you said dramatically. "No problem princess," Najimi said in a deep voice, which made you laugh.

Najimi and you eventually got to the school in time thankfully. "WHAT CLASS DO YOU HAVE FIRST?!" Najimi questioned through blasting music. "UH LET ME CHECK, ...MATH SHIT," You said, you really didn't want to see Kenma first thing in the morning. Sure you knew you'd meet him eventually, but not first class. I suppose you'd say that you're.. jealous. But of course, you would never admit that. Najimi looked over at your face. "Hey, what's wrong? you've got a big frown on your face," She questioned. You sighed. "I'll tell you after school, but for now we're going to be late," You said. Najimi nodded and you both left the car and went your separate ways. (you see what I did there 🤭)

You went over to your locker, got your books for your classes, closed your locker and your face was met with a 6ft man with gorgeous hazel eyes looking down at you. You recognized him as Kuroo Tetsurō, Kenma's best friend and morning alarm. "Good morning, Kuroo-san!" You chirped. You and Kuroo got on well together. "Morning, Y/N-chan," He smiled and did a little wave. You chatted with him before the bell rang. And when it did, you bid your goodbyes and headed to math class.

You had come to the class doorway and you did a little prep to yourself before you actually went in. You opened the door and your eyes scanned where your desk was again. Your eyes found your boyfriend's dyed blond hair and your legs immediately went over where he was. Before you even got four steps in, you realized that it was the same girl as yesterday sitting on your seat, again. She was touching him. Touching his hair, his shoulders, his hands. You were furious. Yesterday wasn't as bad as today. Your heart wanted to stomp over there and shove her off, but you knew better than to do that.

But you also knew that you had to confront her about it, you knew it was childish but how dare she starts touching your boyfriend like he was hers? You walked over there and stopped that you and kenma's desk. "Hi, sorry to interrupt your conversation, but you sitting on my seat, again." You said with a bit of venom in your voice. The girl looked at Kenma and back at you. "You know her? Cause I certainly don't. Anyways I'm actually really good at games, I could help you get better," she says as her index finger touched her bottom lip.

"Excuse me? Did you not hear me?—" You said but unfortunately the teacher always has to ruin everything. "Ahem, Y/N? Please sit down on your own seat," She asked sternly. "But miss—" "Sit down to Toshi over there, now." Your eyes widened. Toshi was the perverted guy in the school. Everyone avoided him at all costs. But now you had to sit next to him? Everyone looked at you with sorrowful eyes. Some even started praying for you. You slowly walked over to where he was. You couldn't even look at him. While Kenma just sat there and didn't do anything about it.

All during class, you could feel a burning gaze on you. You glanced beside you and you knew who was already staring at you— Toshi. "Hi, do you need something? You've been staring at me ever since came over here," Your voice is gentle and holding back venom. "H-H-Hah, y-y-your very pretty," He said while drooling. You scrunched up your nose and pretended like you almost didn't vomit right then and there."T-Thank you," you answered, clearly uncomfortable. You looked back at the front of the class, noticing familiar cat-eyed eyes staring back at you.

Math class ended finally ended and you hurried out the door. "Y/N wait," A soft voice called you back. You stopped in your tracks and turned around. Kenma slowed down taking notice of how you stopped. "We haven't talked since yesterday, what's up with you?" Kenma questioned. 'Was he actually serious? Deadass?' Your confusion showed on your face. "Why aren't you talking to me?" Kenma questioned again. Still no response. You decided to answer, ready to scold him and tell him why you aren't talking to him. That was until an annoying, bratty voice called your boyfriend's name. "Kenma~ Do you wanna eat lunch together?" The girl asked. 'Oh, her.' You thought and grumbled. She grabbed onto his right arm and latched on. Then she looked at you.

"Who's she KenKen?" 'What? She gave him a nickname? The nickname that you give him? she must have been on his phone and went through our chat, what a bitch' "My girlfriend," Kenma replied. "Oh, but you told me she was just a friend? And that you two broke up ages ago?" Your eyes widened. 'What the fuck? Did I hear that shit right?' Your head tilted and your face showed anger. Kenma also looked shocked too. "I never-" You never got to hear the rest of his sentence because you ran off. You teared up a bit. You really couldn't believe Kenma would do that to you. You ran into the bathroom and sat there thinking. You let a few tears out but didn't full-on sob, no way were you going to cry over a boy. no way.

Timeskip to the end of the day!

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You stayed in school but completely ignored Kenma and the mystery girl. You let a breath out of your mouth after finishing your third essay's last part. You had two more, but you weren't bothered to even touch them. The bell rang and you lazily packed up. You were tired, exhausted, and drowsy, and your energy was completely fatigued. Tears fell from how tired you were. You knew your parents would worry but didn't care at that moment. You grabbed your bag and walked to the doorway. Your fingertips touched the door handle and you opened the door. Walked out of the school gates and Najimi was your knight and shining armor. "Hey! Hop in girl," She said while she beckoned you over. You happily obligated and walked over and jumped in.

Just about when she was about to start her car, she looked over at you suspiciously and squinted her eyes. "Were you..crying?!" You exclaimed with wide eyes. "Who made you cry? Tell me their name and last name, their year, their parent's name, and their parent's number, when did this happen? what time? exactly what time, the exact digits of when this happened. I need your opinion on this, a knife, a gun, or some gardening tools, oh! and where should we bury them-" "Woah there Najimi! We are not killing or burying someone here," "Oh come on Y/N! Don't be so boring! But seriously, who made you cry?" She questioned.

You didn't know if you should tell her, or if she might actually murder your 'boyfriend' and his childhood friend. You thought it was the best choice to tell her, she was your best friend after all. "Okay before I tell you, you promise not to kill them okay?" She looked at you and rolled her eyes, muttering something like 'i'll still kill em' as you gave her a look so she sighed and said "Okay okay, I promise," While you ranted, You fiddled with your fingers and did not look at her and suddenly interested in your nails. You watched a glimpse of her face and she did not look happy. A vein popped on her forehead as you finished. "Oh that boy's going to get it, I knew he wasn't right for you!" She said but covered her mouth and coughed. "I-I mean! I will totally not beat him up or anything..haha..ha.." as she nervously laughed. You crossed your arms and gave her a stern look. "I- I'll just start the car now.." she mumbled.

"Thank you for the ride yet again Najimi, I appreciate it a lot," "Don't worry about it, hun!" She smiled and put a thumb up. You smiled and closed the door. You waved and she waved back. She turned and beeped the horn as you giggled.

You made it inside your comfortable home and you took off your shoes. "I'm home Mother and Father!" You yelled as the walls echoed around you. Your mother peeked her head out of the sitting room. "Hello lovely! How was your day?" She asked politely. "It was okay, nothing special," You answered. You hoped that she couldn't see the redness on your face from the crying. She was about to speak but you interrupted her. "I'm going to go change up in my room, call me if you need me," you said as you walked up the stairs.

You changed and turned off the lights, wrapped yourself in a blanket, and stared at the ceiling. Today was chaotic, annoying, dreadful, and exhausting. You didn't know how you felt about Kenma today. Your head hurt thinking about it. You tried to be polite to the mystery girl, you've always been nice, but you didn't understand. Was it because of your looks? or was it your personality? were you too nice to people it got annoying to people? Just about when you were about to overthink again, someone softly knocked on the door. "Come in!" You said. It was Mother. "Hi love, sorry to bother you, but I noticed that you looked like you were crying, is there something you want to tell me?" She asked softly. After a few seconds, You burst into tears. You couldn't keep it in. "Shh, it's okay, let it all out," she said, her movements gentle. You sobbed in her arms. All day today, you kept it in, and you didn't even realize you were.

After a few minutes of crying, your tears dried up, and you started sniffling. Your mother soothed your hair and hummed. "Dear, would you mind explaining what happened today?" she said, in the softest voice she could. You nodded and slowly told her about the incidents that happened today. She nodded and thought for a moment. "I see," She replied. She stood up. "I'll be back, love," She said and walked out the door.

After a few minutes, your mother came in with a tray with a cup of tea, your favorite biscuits (or cookies or any food you like) three bars of chocolate & ice cream. "I also called the school, you'll be off for the week, but if you need more time, just tell me okay?" She settled the tray on your table & you nodded, walked over to her, and hugged her. "Thank you," you murmured through her fluffy jumper. She petted your head and replied, "Anytime, my lovely daughter," and kissed the top of your head.

It was far into the night and you were cuddled up on your bed watching a movie on your laptop with your AirPods in. You were watching a horror movie. You remembered when you watched horror movies with... Kenma.

⁜ Flashback ⁜

"Oh Jesus," kenma whispered loudly. The girl in the movie was in an abandoned house because of a dare. She kept hearing noises from the room upstairs so she crept up the stairs, slowly and silently. Until she stepped on a creaky stair board. You both flinched when a hand suddenly came up behind her and grabbed her shoulder. "This is why I don't play truth or dare," Kenma muttered into your shoulder. You laughed. But he was right, when Yamamoto decided it was a good time to play truth or dare outside at lunch break, everyone participated except Kenma, and he'd always hang out with you.

Kenma reached over for a slice of his apple pie and jumped when he heard a jumpscare since you two shared the same AirPods since he didn't bring his over. He tsked and ate a piece of the pie before he laid back down. You cuddled right up close to him and your eyes felt drowsy. You attempted to keep them open and watch the movie, but you physically couldn't and your eyes shut and fell into a slumber. Kenma gave his rare smile when he looked down at you. He switched your laptop off and put it down with a click and placed it on your table next to your bed. He cuddled next to you, arms wrapped around each other, legs tangled with each other, a girlfriend and boyfriend in a peaceful, calm slumber.

⁜ Flashback End ⁜

You smiled when you thought about the memory. But the smile you had faded and you continued to eat your ice cream.

The movie had ended and you have finished the ice cream. You checked your watch around your wrist and it showed up in big numbers 5:46 am it showed. you quickly texted Najimi that you weren't coming in for the rest of the week. You turned off your phone and laptop and put them both on the table. You flopped back down on your bed and your eyes shut and you quickly fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up at 11:56 am and yawned. You got up, made your bed, brushed your teeth, styled your hair for the day, and got changed into your normal clothes instead of pajamas. You came downstairs and noticed a note sitting on the table. You read it and it said, "leaving for work late, could you please run to the shop and get me some stuff for dinner? the list & the money is beside this note. thank you y/n, love mum. :)"

You picked up the list and looked through the list. You nodded to yourself and put on your coat and shoved the list into your coat pocket. You got on your shoes by the door and got the keys, opened the door, locked it, and went on with your day. You came to the shop that you wanted to go to and went in. you took the list out of your pocket and looked through it again. You got a basket and put the stuff from the list in there.

You were heading towards the till and your eyes watched a glimpse of two boys in a red jumpsuits. You took a second glimpse at them and noticed they were Kuroo and Kenma. 'Shit.' You hurried to the till at this point and prayed they hadn't seen you. For you, unfortunately, there was a long line at every. till. You had to be joking. Your whole body tensed when you heard your name being called. "Hey! Y/N!" You heard Kuroo say. You ignored them and pretended like you didn't hear him. "Heyo, Y/N~" Kuroo cooed. It was your turn to scan your items. with shaky and fast hands you scanned your items as quickly as you could. A free bag was next to you so you grabbed that, shoved the items you bought into the bag, and fled. You came outside and there was quite the crowd. But that didn't matter to you, the thing that mattered to you was getting out of here. You tried to get past the busy crowd and looked behind you. You saw a 6ft behead with jet black hair & a red jumpsuit and white writing on the back reading 'ネコマ' ( Nekoma ) with a 5'6 boy with black roots and dyed blond hair, also having the red jumpsuit and white writing at the back, reading 'ネコマ' (Nekoma) looking over people's heads trying to find someone.

Running as fast as you could, trying your hardest not to bump into people around. You looked over your shoulder again and it looks like Kuroo and Kenma had hurried their pace. You turned the corner which is the same street where you live. You sighed happily, still running. You were athletic also, running all of this was no problem, especially with a shopping bag clinging to your right arm.

You'd reached your home, finally, and opened the door with the key in your pocket. You dropped the bags on the table and sighed. You really didn't know where to go on now. You looked out the window and Kuroo and Kenma were gone. What a relief. You checked your phone and you saw over 50+ messages from Najimi. You sweatdropped and answered her. You two chatted for a bit before you two left.

Mother came home from work and made (favorite meal) for you. You loved your mother so, so much. She made you feel like you were loved. She made you feel like you were appreciated. You smiled at the thought of your mother. "Y/n dear! Dinner's ready!~" She said. You walked downstairs, and the smell of dinner rose into your nostrils. Your mouth watered. Your mother turned round and smiled warmly. Her gorgeous white teeth gleamed in the light. "Hi dear, Your dinner's on the table," she replied. You heard the keys jingling against the keyhole before the door opened. It was your father. "Hello, I'm home ladies," Your father said as he hung his coat up against the coat hanger. He walked over to where you and your mother were in, The kitchen. Your mother walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Why hello love! You just in time for dinner, how was work?" Your mother questioned as she gave a small kiss on his right cheek.

"It was okay, nothing special," He replied, and you three had all started eating dinner.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back," Your mother said as she went over to the bathroom. Now was your chance. Mother had always done the dishes and cleaned up everything, making sure everything was perfect. You jumped up from your seat and cleaned off your dirty plate and your parent's plates. You put them into the dishwasher and got the 'Pink Stuff' (it is a cleaning product if you didn't know) spray and started cleaning the table, and the counters and started brushing the floor. You heard the bathroom door open and footsteps going...upstairs? "Y/n dear, I'm going to change into my pajamas, Leave the cleaning to me!" She said, no way was she going to clean. Not to mention, she looked quite tired today, and you weren't going to make her clean the whole house herself.

The downstairs was spotless and shining, which you were very proud of. You realized that your parents were coming downstairs. "Y/n? where'd you-" Her eyes widened like saucers. It's not like you'd never cleaned the house before. "Wow," she said breathlessly. Everything was so shiny and clean. Not even a speck of 00001% of bacteria in the place. She waddled over you and gave you a bear hug and some praises. "That's how I raised my little girl!!" She praised. You scratched the back of your nape and laughed nervously. "Thank you mother," you chirped. Your father patted your head. "Well done, my lovely daughter y/n," You smiled in acknowledgment. You three had sat down to have a movie night. Your mother loves Halloween, But you and your father? not so much. You two were more of a Christmas person. And this week it was your mother's turn to pick the movie and she chose over a million times, 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' 'To get in the Halloween spirit' she quoted.

The movie ended and you three were all very, very sleepy. You looked at your watch and it looked like it was 12:19 am, and you and your family had rarely stayed up that late. You said goodnight to both of them and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You changed, put your hair in a ponytail (short-haired readers ignore this!), and flopped into bed.

⁝ — Next morning!

You woke up, but not at the sound of your daily alarm, but with text messages. You stretched and reached for your phone. It was Najimi and...Kuroo?

You understood about Najimi spamming you every morning, but Kuroo? You really didn't know about that since you and Kuroo-san never really talked. Your curiosity got the better of you and checked what Kuroo had texted you out of the blue.

100% [▣] 7:49 AM ⁝ Kuroo Tetsurō Hi y/n it's Kuroo here, I wanted to ask you if you have seen Kenma? You know since he's your boyfriend n all? he's not at his house right now and his mother doesn't know either, I tried calling him but he never replied. ‹ Read by Y/n L/n

Y/n L/n Hi Kuroo San! Kenma & I aren't really together anymore I suppose? some girl he knows said we aren't so I don't really know, but he's currently not here. ‹ Read by Kuroo Tetsurō Kuroo Tetsurō Oh, Kenma never told me that, sorry about you and Kenma, thank you for the help! ‹ Read by Y/n L/n Y/n L/n no worries! xx ‹ Read by Kuroo Tetsurō

You wondered where Kenma was, no, he isn't your problem. You signed and got out of bed. There was no school today since it was a Saturday. You changed into a hoodie and bicycle shorts, (you can change them if you want) and went downstairs. Your parents were still in bed which is totally understandable and made some pancakes. You wanted to make a cheesecake today, the one your mother gave you the recipe that runs in the family. The doorbell rang unexpectedly which gave you a bit of a fright. You opened the door and it was... Najimi? "Najimi? What are you doing here it's like eight o'clock," You asked questionably. "Uh, I called you over twenty times! We're going shopping!" she squealed. "Now though? And shut up because my parents are still sleeping," you said in a low tone. She lightly hit you on the head. "Right c'mon, let's go to your room to pick out what to wear since you have no taste whatsoever," She came in, closed the door, grabbed your hand, and dragged you up into your room.

"No," "No." "Ew no." "Noo." "No way." "Is that yours" "WHAT IS THERE THEN OH MY GOD" "You know what, I don't care what you don't like, you're wearing this sexy fit-out, no complaints, or you like Toshi in your math class," You sighed at that. If you started to complain, Najimi would never shut up about it. The outfit she made you wear was a (fit of your choice) which made you look hotter than you'd thought you look like. Najimi stared at you with hearty eyes. "Marry me!!" "No." You both went downstairs and you wrote a note and texted your mother about where you were going. You took your money out of your purse and checked how much you had. "You won't be using that," Najimi smirked, and pulled out her dad's black card.

"Are you going to buy the whole shop Najimi," You said exhausted. "Yeah might," She whispered. It hadn't been the first time she had. She got everything, Gucci, Prada & Louis Vuitton. She also bought you everything she liked. "Ooh! Love this dress, I think it'll look gorgeous on you!" she exclaimed while she put it in her shopping bag. You rolled your eyes at her behavior. "Are you hungry? Let's go to that restaurant over there!" She pointed. It looked very modern, fancy, and expensive. You bet her father is sobbing because Najimi is spending all his money right now. You both got dinner and dessert since it was around 6 pm. "I am full, thank you for the meal and dessert Najimi, here I'll pay-" "don't you dare," she said while glaring at you. "Wha-" "Don't pay or I'll kill you," she says seriously. you put your hands up and agreed. You've always wondered why she wanted to pay all the time

You checked your phone and it said that an unknown number had texted you.

80% [▣] 6:56 .P.M.

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Unknown Number stay away. ‹ Read by Y/n L/n Y/n L/n Hi, I think you have the wrong number. ‹ Read by Unknown Number Unknown Number No, I have the right one. Y/n L/n. ‹ Read by Y/n L/n Y/n L/n How do you know my name? and why did you text me? ‹ Read by Unknown Number Unknown Number This is a warning, stay away from him. ‹ Read by Y/n L/n Y/n L/n excuse me? who is 'him' may I ask? and do you think you can try & threaten me? ‹ Read by Unknown number Unknown Number Stay away from... Kozume Kenma. You don't deserve him. He's better than you. If you don't stay away, my hands will get bloody, Y/n. ‹ Read by Y/n L/n

Block Unknown Number? [Yes please.] [No thank you.] [Yes please.] [No thank you.] Unknown Number Blocked!

Najimi looked over your shoulder. "Who'd ya just block there?" she asked, confusion on her face. You told her what just happened in the past five minutes. Eyebrows raised and mouth agape. "HAH? WHO DARES TO THREATEN MY SUGAR PLUM?!" "That's the thing Naji, I don't know," "ILL BEAT THEM UP" "No you can't, remember what the principal said?" "Najimi you cannot do that it is utterly disappointing someone on my school grounds acts like that," she said in a mocking voice. "See? Now can we go home? my legs are about to give out and my arms are jelly carrying all this expensive stuff you bought me, not to mention the stuff I didn't need," You said in a tired voice. Najimi muttered something similar to 'yeah yeah whatever'.

You finally came home from shopping with Najimi. Your mother invited her over for dinner. She eventually agreed. Najimi had been over to your house for dinner already over a thousand times, so it wasn't awkward or anything. Najimi was like the sister you never had.

"Y/n, pass me over the gravy, " Najimi as her hand beckoned over the gravy. "So Najimi, how's life treating you?" Your mother asked. "It's okay so far, what about you Mrs. L/n?" "For the millionth time, Please call me Kumi Najimi, And it's amazing so far. Will you all like dessert?" Your mother questioned. You all replied 'yes' answer.

"Thank you all for the meal and dessert, I'll be taking my leave now," Najimi said while she bowed. "Oh no, Najimi would you like to stay over? It's quite late and driving when it's dark is dangerous." Your mother said, sternly. "Hm, I don't know, Are you sure?" "Of course!!" Your mother smiled warmly.

Night fell and you all headed to bed, Najimi changed into her pajamas from her emergency bag in your closet. You two watched a bit of anime before you headed to bed. You hoped that the last time Najimi was here wouldn't be the same.

⁜ Flashback ⁜

You woke up to see Najimi's face beside yours, snoring away. She was so loud you could hear her from a mile away. You got up and rubbed your eyes. You didn't think you were going to go back to sleep in a while.

You looked over to the window since you thought maybe something was moving, or maybe it was because you have just woken up. But your tiredness isn't the problem, you actually did see something move again and you are sure it wasn't your imagination. You quietly crept up to the window, slowly.

You were met with goldish-brownish eyes staring back at you. It was your boyfriend, Kenma. "Kenma! What are you doing here? Remember what happened last time?" You whispered. Your parents were suspicious of you, and so they caught Kenma talking to you through the window on the tree. They thought that you two were..going to do inappropriate things.

"Yeah yeah, I just need my game back," He grumbled. He couldn't 'sleep' without it. You muttered a-okay and skidded across your room where your PlayStation was sitting. Your eyes scanned for the game Kenma needed and grabbed it and gave it to him. "Thank you," he murmured before giving your a goodbye kiss. You blushed and kissed back. A few seconds passed and you two broke apart. A part of you wanted him to stay with you, but we all knew that couldn't happen. Najimi stirred around and got up and yawned. Kenma rushed down off the tree and off your property. You blow a kiss to him and he blew one back before jogging down the street. "Y/n? it's like 3 am right now, what the hell are you doing up?" She questioned and she rubbed her eyes. "Oh, I thought I saw something," She looked confused but shrugged it off. "C'mon Y/nie, get to bed," You groaned at the nickname but still went to bed.

⁜ Flashback end ⁜

You sniffled at the memory and fell back onto the bed.

You woke up to the screaming of Najimi. There was someone there. With a knife. You leaped out and grabbed your scissors from your nightstand and threw it at the mystery person, but missed since it was dark in your room. Your mother rushed in and was about to question the noise, but that's when the mystery person shot the knife at your mother's right arm, and she screamed in pain. "MOTHER!" Your father rushed in and grabbed your mother and brought her outside the room. You felt hot tears already staining your cheeks. Oh was this person going to pay for hurting your mother.

The person lounged at Najimi but she dodged. Suddenly, the person was behind her and she didn't notice. "NAJIMI!" You exclaimed at the top of your lungs. The person lounged at her yet again, but before they could reach her you hit them on the head with a medal you got a few years ago. The blood in their head lashed out like a waterfall. They shrieked out in distress and fell onto the floor with a bang. It looked like they were unconscious. You panted for air. The room all of a sudden felt stuffy, suffocating even. There was blood everywhere. You looked down and saw the blood was..your blood? It looked like a piece of wood had gone through your stomach.

Najimi snapped her head at you and yelled your name. She was..reaching out to you. Your vision started going blurry. What was happening? You were confused but felt sleepy, and drowsy. You felt your vision having black and white spots in your eyes. You fell on your knees and your head thumped against the floor.

You woke up, blinking a few times to adjust to the brightness through the window. 'Wait, wasn't the window over there? this isn't my room.' You thought if this wasn't your room, whose room is it then?

You tried to get up, but a sharp pain in your stomach stopped you. It seems like there were bandages around you. You flopped back down onto the bed and thought. You looked about the room, it seemed like a hospital. Why are you in the hospital? A knock interrupted your thoughts. It was...Kuroo and...Kenma. What were they doing here?

Oh, Hello Kuroo-san" You greeted. "And kenma-san," you answered tone a bit cold. Kenma nodded in acknowledgment. It looks like he doesn't have any type of device on him. "How are you feeling, y/n?" Kuroo asked softly, careful not to raise his usual loud, cheerful voice. "I'm feeling okay, no need to worry," you replied softly. "What's with the rose?" "Kenma here knows that your favorite flower was roses, so he figured he'd get you these," "Oh, thank you Kenma," Kuroo walked over to your small nightstand and put the flowers in a small clear vase with some water in it. There was a bit of silence before Kuroo nudged Kenma to speak. Kenma shook his head, and then sighed, and then nodded. "Y/n, would you like some water? I'll get you water," he winked. you tilted your head at why he suddenly got you water but figured it'd be best if he did since your throat was a bit dry. You noticed that it was just Kenma and You in the room.

"Y/n, I wanted to ask about what happened to you and me—" "Y/N!! HUNNY WHERE ARE YOU?!" Najimi screamed. You jumped at the voice. "here," you said in a raspy tone, now you actually needed water. Najimi latched onto you and tears were welling up in her eyes. "ARE YOU OKAY?! IT'S MY FAULT ISN'T IT?! I'M SO SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY—" "Naji, it's not your fault," You wiped away her tears. She sniffled. You giggled and she smiled. "Uh-" Najimi snapped her head at the voice. "What are you doing here?" she snapped. "Um-" "Boy, you stay away from y/n or I swear to god I'll literally-" "Najimi." "Yes ma'am."

Najimi yawned. It looked like she hadn't slept ever since. Soft snores were heard beside you. She was sleeping on your arm. You smiled and started soothing her hair. "It's okay Kenma, anyways what were you saying?" You gave a small smile. You tried your best to be polite. But before Kenma could even think of the words he was going to say, another person came in. Tobio Kageyama, was one of your best friends during childhood until you had to move to Tokyo in middle school.

"Hi Y/n, I heard what happened," he came in, not realizing two other people were in the same room. Kenma's eyes widened a bit. 'Isn't that the creepy setter on Shoyo's team? the one that scared the shit out of me?' Kenma thought, and got a small shiver down his back. "Oh, hi Tobio, what are you doing here?" you asked while smiling. "Well, we're having practice with another team in Tokyo, your mother, Mrs. L/n had told me what happened to you so I rushed over here," You could hear a muffled voice from afar saying "Tobio! Call me Kumi!" You snickered. Kageyama looked around the room and finally noticed other people were in the room. "Oh— was I interrupting something?" He said. "No no, you're okay! No worries," You rasped out, voice getting dryer by the second. 'Will that 6'10' rooster head with raven black hair, and those hazel eyes get his ass back with water,' you hoped.

Thankfully, Kuroo had come back with three bottles of water and passed it over to you & snatched it out of his hands, and started drinking aggressively. You put down the empty bottle and wiped your mouth. "Oya? Who may you be? Hm, ~?" "Kageyama Tobio, Karasuno's setter." "Oya Oya? Karasuno?" "Yes." "Kuroo, for the love of god please stop," Kenma muttered. "I agree Kuroo,"

Gentle knocks were heard on the door once again. It was your mother and your father. Everyone read the room and went to leave. Tobio had woken Najimi and dragged her out the door. But before she could leave your arm she kissed your forehead. She waved a small goodbye, and you also did too.

Your mother rushed to you and hugged your shoulders. You felt your left shoulder getting a bit wet from her tears, and you of course didn't mind. You hugged her back and waited until her cries and whispers died down. She sniffled before she pulled away. "How are you?" She whispered. Her hand cupped your cheek softly. "I'm doing okay, mother," You mumbled. Your father came closer and pulled you in for a hug too. He rested his chin on top of your head as you put your face on his neck. You were glad to be in your parent's presence. You unaware had started tearing up. You had just missed them so much. They were there for you with anything and everything. They were always the people you'd trusted with your life. except for Najimi.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Your father muttered. Yet again, another person knocked on the door. It was your doctor. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. L/N, I am your doctor today to give your daughter some questions, may I?" Your parents agreed in sync.

"Y/n correct? My name is Dr. Gavan, pleased to meet you." She smiled warmly, before sticking her hand out. "Yes, you are correct, pleased to meet you too, Dr. Gavan," You smiled back and shook her hand. "Let's get into the questions, shall we?" "We shall,"

"Have you any allergies?" "Any illnesses recently? A cold, stomach bug, etc," "Have you ever coughed up blood before?" After all the questions she asked, she finally had some news.

"Mr. L/n, Mrs. L/n, I'm afraid I have some news, may I talk to you two privately?" The doctor said sternly. Your parents nodded and your mother squeezed your hand. "I'll be back okay hunny?" She whispered and she kissed your forehead and left.

⁝ — Kenma Kozume's POV

"So, how'd it go?" Kuroo the asshole said while wiggling his eyebrows. "I didn't get to ask her," I mumbled and looked away. "wHAT? YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT I LEFT FOR A GOOD TEN MINUTES AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN ASK HER? AFTER HER PARENTS COME OUT I'M SHOVING YOU BACK IN!" Kuroo yelled in his annoying loud voice. His voice gives me a headache. "Right, fine," I said, I just wanted to get this conversation over with.

We both sat down on the waiting chairs and I took a bag of sweets from my bag. I opened the bag and looked over at Kuroo and saw his hand already out, waiting for some sweets in his hands. I looked into the bag and picked out the one I didn't like, mint. I placed one in his hand, which he gobbled up in less than a few seconds. His face scrunched up in slight disgust. The sharp taste of mint must have hit him. He put his hand out again, waiting for another sweet, I gave him another mint. He looked down at it and stared back at me. "Give me a different one Kenma," He groaned. "Your breath smells," "No it does not!" "Just eat that Kuroo," "Fine." "..Okay give me a different one now Kenma," "Here." "Gimmie one that's not mint flavor!"

( ^^ inspired by this cute icon ^^ )

Your parents had come out of your room closed the door with a soft click and walked away quietly. Kuroo nudged Kenma with his big broad strong shoulders. Kenma looked up at him questioningly. "What?" "Her parents left with the doctor, I wonder what happened," Kuroo mumbled. Kenma left anxiety rising up in his body. 'What if something happened to you? what if it's bad news?' A bunch of 'what if's filled his head. He shook his head quickly. Nothing bad can happen to you, right?...right?

"Hey Kenma, what even happened between you two anyways?" Kuroo questioned. "None of your business, Kuroo-san," Kenma murmured. "Oh c'mon! why can't you two just get back together again! you both love each other!-" "I don't love her." Kuroo snapped her head at Kenma. He was speechless. Kuroo didn't even try to talk to Kenma, and Kenma didn't either.

They both didn't come back into the hospital ever since.

⁝ — Y/N L/N'S POV !

After fiddling with your fingers, and your hair, counting up to 100, and overthinking about what the news is, your parents came back. You looked at their faces. Your mother's face looked as if she was sobbing quite hard, your father was covering his mouth, tears also welling up in his eyes. The Doctor came in, bowed, and left. Your father gave her a packet of tissues from his pocket, which she gladly took. "Mother? Father? What happened? Why are you crying?" You asked, getting worried by the second.

"Y/n, my baby," she whimpered. Her legs felt weak as she collapsed onto your bed and hugged you tight. More tears came out of her beautiful E/C eyes, once holding happiness, but not so much now. It held sadness, dullness, despair, and unhappiness. Your stomach is knotted with nervousness. "M-Mother?" You wondered what she got told that made her so miserable. She sniffled before letting go and looking at your father. She nodded.

"Y/n my dear.." He said, very gentle as ever. "You have...The Hanahaki Disease." He said. "Hanahaki disease is a sickness where a victim of unrequited love or one-sided love will have a plant growing inside their lungs. Symptoms of said illness will result in said victim coughing up blood and flowers or flower petals." "W-What?" Did you hear him right? You have...Hanahaki? Your whole body started shaking. How would people treat you? that one girl who's suffering from one-sided love? The girl who throws up bloody petals? Your heart pounded in your chest, so loud that you could hear it ringing through your ears.

This wasn't happening, was it? This was all a bad dream, you were going to wake up and you wouldn't be in the hospital, the Hanahaki disease you have wouldn't be in your body, and your parents wouldn't be unhappy with you and how you got stabbed. You shut your eyes tightly and begged yourself to wake up from your imaginary dream. You pinched yourself, hit yourself, you tried everything, but all you know is that this wasn't a dream.

Warm tears streamed down your cheeks like a waterfall. Your mother cradled you in her arms once again. You held her tight, as you broke down. Your father came in beside you two and took you both into his arms. If you weren't crying so hard, you would have smiled and laughed.

You had to stay in the hospital for five days to heal up a bit before going home so you made yourself comfortable in your bed and headed to sleep. You were tired, exhausted even, but you couldn't sleep, after the news you've just heard, you don't think you'll sleep for a while.

Day one

The first day that you've slept in the hospital so far. You wake up warm, comfortable & cozy. You wish you could have slept forever, but we both know we can't do that even if we tried. You looked around the room again, smelling the fresh air through the gap in the window. A knock came on your door. "Come in!" A kind-looking stepped into the room with a trolley of food with your breakfast in it. "Ah, why thank you," You said politely. The nurse nodded and smiled before walking outside the door. A gentle but familiar rhythm of taps rattled on the door which made you look up. It was your mother, but why was she here at 10:34? she's going to be— "I'm taking the day off if that's what your thinking," She managed to pull a smile.

Your mother opened her bag and brought some board games. Your mother loves board games.

After a day of playing games and chatting about anything, your future, boys, gossiping, & ordering stuff online, your mother had to leave since visiting time was over. Which made you a tad bit disappointed but understood.

While you sat there looking up at the ceiling you started thinking. After spending time with your mother all day, you've realized that she'd lost her spirit. Now she changed physically and mentally but tried her hardest to cover it up. She lost the spark, twinkle, the light that guided you through the darkness in her eyes. Once a cheerful face now a tired face with heavy eye bangs under her eyes, seeming like she hadn't gotten any sleep. Her genuine cheerful and friendly tone turned into a strained one. As much as she smiled, as much as she laughed, as much as she said that today was fun and that she enjoyed it, she still looked unhappy. So on that fateful day, you wondered, what had that doctor told your parents?...

Day two

You've been woken up from your slumber by a sudden warmth that your bed cover could never provide you with. You blinked. You turned your head down just to see Najimi's lovely silky jet-black hair resting on you. "good morning," you yawned. Najimi's head turned towards your face. "good morning boo, how are you feeling?" she lowly questioned, fearing if she raised her usual booming voice would hurt you first thing in the morning. "I'm doing okay Naji, anything new?" "Omg Y/n, you missed a whole argument yesterday, you know Takahiro and Kiskmo? they had a whole ass argument about breaking up and guess what? he ran back to her ten minutes later," you both laughed.

You two were talking, laughing, gossiping, impressions of people, playing games on her phone, watching anime & doing each other's hair. You enjoyed today with your best friend. Although, Najimi herself lost herself. She zoned out a lot when you were talking, which made you overly confused. She never zoned out, she was always happy and nothing bad had ever happened in her life. She lowered her voice a lot and didn't use her lovely blooming voice which you miss dearly. The nurse had told Najimi that she had to leave. Najimi nodded and the nurse left. Najimi got up and took a few steps to the door but stopped.

She looked through her bag and brought out a few boxes. "Y/n, open these for me," She murmured. You compiled and took the boxes from her hands. It was jewelry. A beautiful necklace, which showed you and Najimi's names on it. The other box was a ring, which showed the letter N for Najimi, and the first letter in your name was on her finger, which you didn't even notice was on the ring finger. The third box was a hairpiece, a diamond one to be exact. You stared at it in awe and hugged her tightly. She sniffled and you started smoothing out her back, trying to calm her down. "It's okay," you whispered in her ear repeatedly. You both let go and you wiped the stray tears that were coming down her gorgeous face. You smiled brightly. "I won't leave you, okay? so don't cry," you said. She shook her head. "B-But-" "Shhh"

Oh, how you wished you didn't.

Day three

Your nurse had come in and woken you up from your sleep and gave you your breakfast for this morning. She'd also told you that they'll be visitors later in the day, and you nodded. You wondered who it could be today. You ate your breakfast and went on your phone. You called Najimi and you two talked for the next few hours. The same nurse had knocked on the door to your room and given you your usual dinner and told you that the visitors will be here in a few minutes time.

Eventually, Najimi had to go herself since her phone was about to die. "Bye Najimi! Have a good night," you chirped. "Have a good night too bestie boo! make sure to drink the 32 water bottles I sent in okay? I'm sure the hospital will give you plenty of food so don't starve yourself and make sure to be dehydrated, okay?" Okay Najimi, now go! I don't want to waste your time," you scolded. You said your goodbyes and so did she. You put your phone on charge yourself too since it was only twenty percent.

You read a few pages in your book before a soft knocking interrupted your sentence. "Oh, Come in!" You declared. Four people had come into your room, and you recognize them as your Aunt, Uncle, and your two cousins. Auntie Mitsuko, Uncle Akame, and your twin cousins, Marie and May. Mitsuko smiled warmly, "sorry for the intrusion, my dear," She says gently. Marie broke into tears, "Y/NNN," she whined and ran her two little legs over where you were. You brought her up onto your bed and she hugged your neck tightly. "Are you okay?" she murmured into your ear. You nodded and smiled. May waddled over to you and looked at you for permission to hug you. You nodded and put your arms out for her to get into.

Akame and Mitsuko looked at you three in awe. You put them under the covers on either side of you and they quickly fell asleep. Mitsuko got her phone out and took a picture and sent it to your mother. You, Mitsuko, and Akame were chatting and talking for the next hour before they had to leave for work purposes, meaning you had to watch the twins, you agreed almost immediately. They were such a lovely but chaotic pair of girls. "Do you have any games on your phone? LET ME PLAY!"

Their parents of course had to come back and collect their daughters. "We wish we could stay, but we really have to get going, we'll visit you another day, is that okay?" Akame asked. "Of course!" You replied. You stretched and cuddled the covers and eventually dozed off.

Day four

Today.. you felt..odd. But it was a faint feeling, it was probably just excitement because you're getting out of the hospital tomorrow. You were drinking some water since you woke up feeling your throat a bit dry. As you were drinking, you felt like you needed to vomit. You choked on your water and blood splat everywhere with two bloody petals. You sprinted to the bathroom and threw up two more bloody petals. Tears fell down your face. All of this was just overwhelming. This didn't feel real. You wished this was just a nightmare. There was real blood and real bloody flower petals coming out of your mouth. You wiped your mouth, before searching your room for anything you could clean the blood off the floor. You snatched a few squares of toilet roll and started cleaning the floor before flushing it down the toilet.

You heard footsteps coming your way so you hurried back into your room, acting as if you have just woken up. It was your nurse with your breakfast. "You have some visitors," she announced before bowing and leaving the room. Tobio, Amei, Misumi, Tama & Najimi, Your best friends had entered the room. They all hugged you quickly. "OI!! NAJIMI!! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY I NEED TO HUG HER TOO!" Tama exclaimed. "NO SHUT THE FUCK UP- I mean shut the fuck up Tama, nobody wants you here," Najimi rolled her eyes. Tama was utterly shocked. It's like you told him that he failed all of his tests.

So for the whole day, you guys had just been playing games on your phones and talking, chatting, having Tama & Najimi having arguments, eating, and sleeping. By the time they left, your right ear was deaf by all the arguments Najimi & Tama had. You had finished all your books and were disappointed that you only brought five. When you get back tomorrow, you have to get new books.

That is if you make it.

Day five.

You woke up feeling..cold and empty. The sun was gleaming through the window, except you weren't feeling warmth embrace your body, at all.

The warm sun shined through the large window and your eyes opened. You got up and stretched. You heard a few cracks in the process. The hard thumping was heard on the door. 'i wonder who that could be?' The door swung open, revealing.. her. "Ooh, what d we have here?" She smirked. Your jaw clenched. "What are you doing here?" You spoke. "Oh you know checking up on you," her smirk only widened. " I thought I warned you, to stay away?" 'Stay away?—' Your heart beat so fast. 'she was that unknown number?'

"But unfortunately, you didn't listen! And it seemed like that man I sent to your house to kill you and your family failed. Ugh, he was useless anyways. But you're going to die anyways, am I right?" "Also, I'd like to introduce your killer, Iris Nakme!" She added & smiled, "Ooh what're these? water bottles? I'll just take these," She hurried to grab your water bottles. You got up which made you wince since your wound still isn't healed yet but stopped her before she could take another step. She punched your wound quite hard. You slapped her before shoving her head into the wall. She cried in pain. She fell back into unconsciousness. You started coughing lightly, covering your mouth then you coughed harsher. You felt something come up your throat. Your eyes were wide and teary, taking back your hands and looking at your now bloody hands with bloody flower petals. You felt more coming up your throat quickly and ran to the bathroom. Blood splattered all over the toilet and a bit on the side, dripping onto the floor. Petal after petal came up your throat. They wouldn't stop.

After about ten minutes of throwing up and a few minutes of sitting there, you wobbled up from your knees and started holding onto anything you could back to your bed. Blood dripping down your mouth. Blood stains your hospital gown, and your eyes droopy. You landed on your knees before dropping altogether. Your doctor heard a few thumps in your room, so she decided to check on you. She swiftly opened the door and hurried where you lay. She called in for more doctors. "DR FALLS! CODE 635!" she yelled. Doctors panicked and rushed you to the emergency room. Other doctors brought Iris into a different room to be treated. Your parents were notified of the situation and they said they were on their way immediately.

Kumi L/n's POV

"Hello Mrs. and Mr. L/n, I have bad news, Your daughter Y/n L/n is currently in the emergency room because of blood purposes. We need you two over here ASAP. We're afraid she cannot hang on for much longer." My eyes widened. 'Not my baby, please lord not my little daughter, not her' i thought as tears were already down my face. I got my car started and yelled to Tomoharu, my husband.

"TOMOHARU! QUICK IT'S Y/N! SHE'S IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM QUICK GET DOWN HERE!" I screamed. I didn't want to waste a second. He ran down the stairs faster than he's ever been. I leaped into my car and Tomoharu was beside me. I drove over my speed limit. 'Y/n dear, please, please hang on, your mother is coming' I got there, shoved the car door open, and sprinted for my life, Tomoharu running behind me. Tears were still streaming down my face as I got to the doors.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" I screamed. The receptionist pointed over where the emergency room was and I ran over there. Her doctors quietly closed the door and looked at me. They shook their head. "Time of death of Y/n L/n, 6:54 pm October 22, 2022," They said. I cradled my head in my hands. My knees felt weak. I collapsed. "No, no, no, no, no," I repeated. Tomoharu held me in his arms as I cried in his chest. "Y/n," i whispered in my head.

Flashback ! ⟪

"Mama!" "HAHA! I TOLD YOU!" "NO! SAY 'DADA'!" I laughed. I cradled my two-year-old daughter, Y/n in my arms. "Awe, you love me more than dada?" I questioned. Y/n looked at me confusingly before grabbing Tomoharo's tie and my finger and hugging us with her two small arms. "AWE!!!"

"Y/n, is that you? it's like... 6 o'clock in the morning," I mumbled, half asleep. Six-year-old Y/n's grin only widened. "But mommy! it's Christmas!" Her small legs jumped up and down before running over to me and my husband's bed and started jumping on us. Tomoharu gasped for air after Y/n jumped on him. "C'MON! IT'S CHRISTMAS TIME! PRESENT TIME!" She screamed in joy. I sighed before getting up and taking the troublemaker with me. I kneeled at her level. "Tell you what, how about you brush those teeth of yours and brush your hair, and by that time, daddy and I will be up okay?" Y/n's eyes sparkled before running to the bathroom to brush her gorgeous teeth. I giggled before brushing my own teeth and scolding Tomoharu to get up from his lazy ass.

"Time passes by so quickly, doesn't it? you're already going into Nekoma and are fifteen years old! I remember it like yesterday when you were just a small baby!" "Mother!" "Oh! you're like that tomato I sliced this morning for your bento!" "OH MY GOD, BYE FATHER BYE MOTHER!"

Flashback end ⟫

"But now, she flashes like gold, in my Memories."

"I was told, she only had five days to live, but this was too soon."

Bonus! :

Y/n L/n's POV

Doctors screamed at me to keep my eyes open. I looked over to my right and saw that Iris was getting carried to a different room...or is that Iris? My vision was way too blurry for me to see. I felt my heartbeat getting slower, my head hurting, as well as my stomach, I think I'm bleeding out. I wonder if mother and father are coming. Oh, I will miss them. I wish I could see them again. Maybe in another life. I'm so sorry everyone, I can't hold on anymore.

No one's POV

After Iris was treated, the doctors questioned her.

"I was talking to her and s-she hit me! and then I asked her if she was okay but she hit me against the wall! she started yelling at me but then she started coughing and ran!" Iris whined as she fake cried. The doctors weren't convinced. "Show me the camera footage to see if you're lying." Dr. Gavan said sternly. After they all watched the camera footage in your room, Dr. Gavan's face went scary and angry.

"You little shit," Dr. Gavan said angrily. "I-I um," Iris stammered. "You did this, didn't you!" Dr. Gavan yelled. "Security, take her away to the Police Station." "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! I SWEAR!" Iris wailed. "OH, YOU KNOW WHAT? YOU'RE RIGHT, I DID DO IT, AND EVEN SENT A MAN TO KILL HER AT HER HOUSE! SHE DESERVES IT! SHE STOLE HIM FROM ME!" She screamed before covering her mouth, she let it slip out. All the doctors stared at her in shock. Security dragged her to their car to drive her to the police station, where she got arrested and was in prison for years.

"Mr. and Mrs. L/n? We found this in your daughter's room. Your mother took it, desperate to see what was in the letter.

Dear Parents. Date: 22nd of October 6:22 pm.

Hello, mother and father. It's me Y/n, your daughter. If you see this then I'm probably dead.

I want to say that I love you both so much. You've been in my life for as long as I can remember. I'll miss you so, so, so much. I wish I could see you again, talk to you again, hug you again, and play games with you again. But I'm afraid that's not going to happen, as much as I don't want to. I'm slowly dying. Bloody petals are coming out of me, and I don't think I'll live, I'm so, so sorry. This isn't your fault, it is mine. The hanahaki disease is caused by love. I'm so sorry for falling in love. I will really miss you, Dearly.

Thinking back on the past, I should have valued you two more than myself. I'm crying myself and a few tears are going down the letter, I'm sorry about that.

Mother, if you're reading this, remember when we were up in Uncle Akame's house and he brought us to the farm and I climbed onto the bails and got stuck between them? And then you had to grab me back out? That was one funny memory that will always be in my heart.

Father, remember when Mother was at work and she told you to bring me to school? and that day the power was out so it looked dark at the school so you just went to the shop and got me a packet of sweets and drove back home? And the funny part is that mother didn't even know!

But yeah, I'll miss you so much and I hope you two will miss me too. Don't be harsh on yourself okay? I'll be going now since I have a visitor.

Lots & Lots of love, from your daughter, Y/n L/n xx

I pulled the letter to my chest and held it like I would with Y/n. "Oh my sweet angel," I muttered.

The doctor gave me two other letters, "Najimi Kokomo & Kenma Kozume are the only two letters we could find." I nodded and called Najimi to tell her the news.

"Najimi?" "Kumi? Yeah, it's Najimi, what's wrong? you usually call me when somethings wrong," "It's Y/n" "WHAT HAPPENED TO- I mean, what happened to her? is it good? I'm on my way to the hospital right now" "Najimi, get over here quick." Kumi said as she hung up.

One minute later Najimi sprinted through the hospital doors as she panted for air. "Whe- Where is she?" She looked over at me. "Najimi..she's..she- she's g-gone," Kumi said as her voice trembled. Najimi looked down at her feet. Tears dropped down her shoes. Her legs shook, hands shaking. "Y-You have to b-be joking r-r-right?" As think warm tears already came down like a waterfall. Kumi and Tomoharu shook their heads. Kumi felt tears already welling up in her eyes again. Tomoharu brought the letter from his pocket and gave it to Najimi. Najimi's face flashed confusion before taking the letter. She recognized the writing immediately.

Dear, Najimi Kokomo. Date: 22nd of October 6:27 pm

Hi Najimi, it's Y/n, your best friend! You might be wondering why I'm writing this, which you will see.

Najimi Kokomo, you have been the greatest best friend anyone could ever ask for. I've known you for all my life and I trust you with all my heart.

I'm losing blood, I'm dying. I'm so, so sorry for leaving you. I'll miss you so much. Don't take it hard on yourself, it's not your fault and we both know that. The hanahaki disease makes me throw up bloody flower petals as well as blood, and the wound on my stomach isn't healing anytime soon. I want to say thank you, for sticking by me my whole life. Buying me anything I liked, not leaving me in the rain, and always taking care of me, and I admire you for that. You are beautiful, amazing, kind, generous, funny, supportive, thoughtful, trustworthy, & absolutely the person I trust my life with.

Remember when we were six and we went for a school tour and I fell in the mud and got stuck, your clean clothes got all dirty trying to save me, you even got stuck yourself trying to save me, you never let me go, you never let me left me, and I will always love you for that.

Remember when the bull broke out at the farm and he was charging at me? and you protected me with your life, saying that you'd protect me with everything you got? You are the best & an amazing best friend anyone could ever ask for.

I'll miss you so much. You can take all my clothes and all my demon slayer figures, anything you'd like, make sure nobody I don't like will be at my funeral, come to my grave and tell me all the drama, don't forget, although you can't see me, I will always be with you. Don't forget that. Move on from me and go get yourself a boyfriend, a handsome one at that, don't starve yourself or dehydrate yourself or I will haunt you. (►__◄)

Lots & Lots of Love, from your best friend, Y/n L/n xx

Najimi sobbed into the letter, never in her life had she cried so hard until now. "As you wish, Y/n," she whispered.

Kumi brought Najimi over to her and gave her a hug. "Let it all out Dear," Kumi said as Najimi screamed in pain into her chest. Najimi was absolutely heartbroken, and so was Kumi. She waited until Najimi's sobs stopped. "W-What happened to h-her?" Najimi questioned. "I'm not sure, I think it was her disease, dear," Kumi said shortly, But what made her confused is how Y/ns wound opened and made her bleed out. She let go of Najimi and went over to Dr. Gavan's office. "Dr. what happened to Y/n," She said as she wiped her wet eyelashes. Dr. Gavan explained what happened to you. "T-Thank you," Kumi said before running away and another wave of tears came to her eyes.

Kumi's index finger hovered over the call button over Kenma Kozume's name. He was a part of the reason why her daughter died, she loved him, and he loved her back, but then he fell out of love but didn't tell her that, she would have done better without him, Kumi then felt rage fill her body. But she didn't want him here, where Y/n is, she didn't even know Kenma visited once. She had to give him the letter, it's what Y/n would want. She sighed. She pressed the call button. It took a few seconds for him to pick up. "Ku- Mrs. L/n? Why are you calling me?" "Y/n's gone, because of you," "W-What?" "She loved you, and this is what she gets? nothing in return? She could have lived her life peacefully without you." "What did I do?" "You have given her the Hanahaki disease, there was a girl named Iris Nakme chasing after you, but in order to get to you, she had to get Y/n, I cannot believe she still wrote you a letter, how do you feel about this, Kozume?" "..." The sudden beep interrupts the silence to end the call.

Kenma doesn't know what to do. He's sitting there in front of a screen saying in big words 'YOU LOSE' but he thinks it's not the game he lost, it's the other side of him that he lost. All of this is because of a stupid girl. He decided to go see you in the hospital, so he got his shoes and jacket and got his bike, and start cycling as fast as he could. Kenma didn't like being tired, worn out and didn't like sweating, or being too warm, but that really didn't matter since it was you in this matter.

When he got there five minutes later he parked his bike and sped walk in there. He saw your mother and walked over to her. "Where is she?" He questioned quietly." Your mother looked up from the letter you wrote for her and your father. "She's in the emergency room, she wrote you a letter, so be grateful," she grumbled and passed him the letter. His eyes immediately started reading the letter.

Dear Kenma Kozume. Date: 22nd of October 6:32 pm.

Hello Kenma, It's Y/n, your girlfriend your ex-girlfriend. You might be wondering why I'm writing this to my ex-boyfriend right? well, you'll find out.

Kenma Kozume, You had been the best boyfriend I could ever get. I know it's wrong, but I still love you you probably don't love me back and I know you love that other girl you've been hanging out with for the past few weeks. And I totally support you. The reason why I'm writing this is that I'm going to die, I throw up bloody flower petals or even worse, just blood. I'm losing blood as the days go by. I want to say that it's not your fault, it's mine. I fell in love with you and meanwhile you didn't. I'm sorry. I'll miss you, even when I'm gone.

Remember when you forgot your water bottle at practice so I went into the gym to give it to you, But Lev hit me with a ball on the head so you ran over to Lev and kicked his legs so he fell, and then Yaku & You started beating him up? That will always be funny to me.

Also, remember when we were watching a movie and you got scared and left? yeah, Kenma, I know you got scared and we both know it. I remember the exact words you said, "Y/n can we watch something else?" "Why are you scared?~" "NO! I mean- no, I'm not scared, this is stupid," "Okay let's continue watching it then," "Oh god, you know what? I'm leaving," and you left for five minutes before peaking your head in to see if I was still watching it, those were the times. But I'm sure you do that with the other girl if I'm correct? She's lucky got get a smart, supportive, handsome, funny, & kind boyfriend like you. *teardrop*

Anyways I'll leave it here, since you probably don't want to hear this from me, so goodbye. I love you & miss you.

Lots of Love from your friend, Y/n xx

His mouth went agape. He wished he could apologize like he was trying to say along, he liked Iris since she seemed kind to him, but apparently not you. He knows that she's getting arrested and he's glad that she is. He knows that Iris hurt Y/n, Iris told him that she hated you saying that she was going to hurt you for him, he tried distancing himself from Iris but she kept chasing after him like a lost puppy. He knows that he gave you a disease, that's why the guilt is hanging onto him till he dies.

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