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Haikyuu Boys Ass or Boobs? - Cum on those pretty titties

Content warnings: Light bondage, medium smut including: fingering and grinding, mentions of hentai, biting, breast cancer, multiple orgasms

WC: 475

A/N: First post.. kinda nervous.. anyway I didn't write much smut for Kenma, but I'm thinking of making a part two or a similar post with the same idea. I think I'll make more of these with different HQ boys

Kenma was a boobs guy. Undoubtedly. You didn’t even have to ask him, you could tell by the way his eyes would be fixed on your chest whenever you wore a slightly low cut top. Or by the way he would give you his merch a size or two too small so the fabric would stretch over your pretty tits. Or maybe even by the way he’d insist on checking you over for lumps and bumps, on the grounds that, “you could have breast cancer,” and “he just wants to be safe.”

He’d constantly be touching them as well, whenever he could, if he wasn’t sleeping or playing a game, he’d be on top of you, resting his head between the valley of your breasts, delicately caressing them with his fingers. 

Sometimes he’d even go as far as biting and suckling on them, dragging the flat of his tongue over the delicious swell of your chest, grazing his teeth over your pert, hardened nipples. 

-

“Ke- ahh! Kenma! No more..”

You beg breathlessly, squirming against the bed. He gave only a small ‘huh?’ through his pants, golden eyes flicking up to meet yours before returning again to the lower half of your body.

Saying that your entire body ached was the understatement of the year. Because it ached. For hours now, Kenma had three fingers knuckle deep pumping in and out of your cunt whilst he sucked fervently on your bruised breasts, occasionally grinding his hips on your thigh with a drawn out whine.

Your wrists were bound above your head with Kenma's belt, which he had taken off in a hurry as soon as he got home, finding you asleep on his bed. He had just come back from a convention he went to visit with a couple of his friends, and because of delays and other various issues, he was forced to be away from you for much longer than he liked to be. 

Important qualities of Kenma were: one. He wasn’t a fan of jerking himself off, and two, hentai made him lose his mind.

What was hidden in every corner of the convention? Big boobed anime girls.

So upon his unexpected arrival, you woke up with your wrists tied to the slatted headboard, and your boyfriend humping the side of your leg. 

Fast forward three orgasms to now, he was refusing to stop, or let up just the smallest bit.

“Baby..” You plead with a hoarse voice, jerking your head to displace the stray hairs blocking your vision.

“Yeah?” His tone was flat as he answered, grinding slower against your thigh.

“No more!” 

He finally looked up at you, a mixture of drool and both of your cum smeared around his pink lips. After a moment of thought, he spoke.

“Let me cum on your tits and I’ll be satisfied. Please baby.”

Do not post, edit, translate or plagiarize my work on or off tumblr. I encourage taking inspiration and ideas.

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Haikyuu fuckass boyfriends - Don't wear my jersey!

Content warnings: Light smut, biting, mention of blood, mean Atsumu, pos Atsumu, violence, light angst (not really), gagging, Y/N is lowkey just sad, not beta read, I feel like Atsumu would swear a lot

WC: 966

A/N: If people like this I'll probably make a part 2 with mystery man at the end, its kinda obvious who it is, I was going to write like crazy smut for this and Atsumu wasn't going to be a pos but that's where the wind took me okay, also does anyone know if there's and dc servers for beta reading? I'd love to beta read people's work and my only friend who can do it isn't into haikyuu 😞 Maybe maybe I'll make this a series and do more boys

I had this ready to post yesterday but I literally died of laughter every time I read 'fuckass'

“Ya thought ya were being cute wearing this today?��� 

He yanked his jersey over your tits, pressing his face between them and biting the supple flesh. You could feel his tongue swiping over the surface, lapping the drops of blood oozing from the broken skin.

“Tsumu! It hurts..” 

“Yeahh, I bet it fuckin’ ‘urts.” He grunts against your chest, fingers working your panties down your legs. He pulled away from you to pick them up from the floor, pocketing them for later.

“D’ya think I like seeing you in my jersey? Huh? My fuckin’ number?” He grabbed the neck of his jersey, pulling you nose-to-nose with him. He was angry. Furious even. Because not only did he lose, but you had shown up unannounced, wearing his jersey and a skimpy little skirt, putting on a show for the entire stadium.

Usually Atsumu would be in a bad mood after losing an important match, but this was another level, he wasn’t just angry at himself and the team. He was angry at you. You could tell by the way he didn’t press a kiss to your cheek after the game, by the way that he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the locker rooms, by the way he was speaking to you now with fury. He was angry.

He thrusted two fingers into your wet cunt, collecting your slick with his curled digits and pulling them out for you to see.

“How on earth are you wet already? Go’n, taste this whore cunt since you want attention so much.”

He brought his fingers to your mouth and you shook your head, turning your face away from his hand. A refusal. Atsumu didn’t like not getting his way. In a way, it was childish, he couldn’t handle the world not bending to his every want and need, and it made him upset. Annoyed. 

“I wasn’t askin’ ya, yer stupid or what?”

He grabs your jaw, forcing his thumb between your lips.

“Open up darlin’.” He grins, pushing his fingers into your sweet little mouth, “Taste good?”

It didn’t taste good. Normally it did in a sick way, but this time it didn’t. It tasted like hate, danger, enmity. His fingers were thick and rough, salty with sweat and your slick. He pressed your tongue down and thrusted his fingers down your throat. A soft smile spread across his face as he felt the muscles in your throat convulse around him, you were choking. Gagging, you pushed him off and spluttered out a cough, tears welling in your eyes. 

“Atsumu! What the fuck?!”

He slammed you into the wall with a single hand on your chest, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Whole fuckin’ team gawking at ya’ in there ‘nd you don’t even care. D’ya even love me anymore baby?”

“W-What? Of course I do!” You blurt out in a panic. Why would he think that? That you didn’t love him? Was that really what he thought of you? It burned to speak, to breathe, your chest hurt and your throat felt like it was closing. Tears streamed down your reddened cheeks, falling to the tiled floor. 

“Why were ya’ puttin’ on a show for everyone out there then?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but only a choked sob came out. Briny tears flooded down your face as you gasped for air between your cries, sliding down the wall behind you. Atsumu simply stared down at you with annoyance, like you were now just another problem he had to deal with on top of his ninety-nine others. You could hear him sigh, and you guessed that he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration like he usually did in these situations, it only made you more upset.

“We can’t go home or the press will see you..”

He gestured to your face.

“Like this.”

“And then everyone will realise how horrible you are?”

“I’m not horrible. What have I ever done to you? Huh? You think I’m not a good boyfriend?”

“No that’s not what I-”

“I think that’s exactly what you meant. I’ve done nothing to you and now you’re crying on the floor like a kicked puppy.”

He turned away and walked over to his locker on the other side of the room, rooting through his things for his jacket and bag.

“I’m going home, if you’re going to leave at least go out the back so no one sees you.”

“Wait! How am I supposed to get home-”

“Fuckin’ hell woman! Figure it out!” He shouts, slamming his fist into the metal door. He hissed instantly at the pain, shaking his hand off. His knuckles were sunken in and the skin was bloody, with his strength, he likely had fractured or broken it.

“Fuckin’ pissin’ me off, stupid bitch.” Atsumu growled under his breath as he kicked the door shut, leaving the room. 

You shook in fear, it wasn’t the first time Atsumu had taken out his anger in this way, but it was the first time because of you. You couldn’t help but feel like you hurt him indirectly, you were the reason he hurt his hand, his hand worth probably millions at this point in his career. 

You reached for your phone in the pocket of your shorts beneath your skirt, hands trembling as you scrolled through your contact list. Your finger hovered over the call button hesitantly, was it worth bothering him at what, 8pm already? 

Pressing the button, you held the phone to your ear, wiping your face with your arm.

“Hello?” A busied voice answered the phone, you could hear the sound of metal pans clanging against something.

“I need you.”

“Y/N? We talked about this, you’re dating-”

“No. I need you to come get me.”

Do not post, edit, translate or plagiarize my work on or off tumblr. I encourage taking inspiration and ideas.

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okay chat i know i said i'd post this week but i literally got EMPLOYED yesterday so im busy.. 😞

anyway so i was on tiktok and i had this idea right

haikyuu british au?? matsukawa is scouse confirmed

i feel like someone out there has definitely had this idea before me but now i really want to write it i need ideas omg

okay bye guys

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wait holy is your haikyu new fic going to be a harem cuz I’m so down for that

Okay so I didn't actually know what a harem was until I googled it but if I have it right my fic is a reverse harem since its fem!reader

I've planned out a good 30 chapters and I'll make a post soon explaining the au and the main plot, but to be short my fic will be a dark fic and will eventually contain themes which will be triggering for some, I don't think I'll post the heavily NSFW stuff on tumblr or wattpad, (I'll just cut it out and mention that it happened), but the full uncut version will be on my ao3 once I decide to upload it there

I'm also thinking of picking one character for the reader to end up with at the end of the fic but I haven't chosen yet, I think it would be fun to guess throughout the story who it's going to be lol

This is my first fic so it will probably suck in the beginning but I hope you liked my first chapter even if it was a bit dead c:

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Unnamed fanfiction - Chapter 1

Content warnings: Mild non consensual touching, use of ~ (help?), I feel like the first half is written weird, fem!reader

WC: 3219

A/N: This is the first chapter of the fic I'm writing, atm I'm very busy with exams so I'm soooo freaking slow at updating 😞 Y/N is lowkey a crash out, not beta read, lowkey not edited and I know there's a mistake somewhere but I literally cannot find it, everyone in this AU is a pos, also unnamed because I literally can't think

I haven't posted this on wattpad yet but any updates I do make I will be posting on there first instead of on tumblr!

My english oral exam is tomorrow wish me luck 💔

Explaining the AU: Nekoma and Aoba Johsai are joined, it's sort of explained why later on in the chapter. They're both still separate schools though, the students can get assigned their classes in either building. For example Kuroo is a Nekoma student, but he could have his classes in either Nekoma's building or Aoba Johsai's building, in a mixed class from both schools. The volleyball teams are still the same, there's one for Nekoma and one for Seijoh, but they're managed by all of the coaches and managers from each team.

5:30 AM Your bed.

You stretched the sleep from your arms, yawning loudly as you rolled onto your stomach to shut off your alarm. Bleary eyed, you get up and toss your blankets off the side of the bed, groaning inwardly when you realise what day it was. 

Today was your first day of school.

Well, first day at your new school. In all honesty, it wasn’t exactly exciting - making new friends; learning your way around; the inevitable era of being mercilessly bullied, you would quite literally give anything to not go. 

The idea of secretly dropping out crossed your mind on more than one occasion, but that thought was quickly run over when you realised you sort of need an education, and working as a part time dog walker for the rest of your life wasn’t particularly enticing, nor of worth for your parents’ high standards.

Both your mom and dad were some big shot corporate lawyers, or that was at least what you gathered from drawn out conversations over dinner. They were adamant that you followed in their footsteps, like they both did for their parents, and their parents, and probably their parents too, but you were pretty sure it was all a lie after your great grandparents. To you, endless paperwork and constant work didn’t sound like your dream future, but that was a conversation your mother wasn’t exactly ready for.

You lift the hanger from which your uniform hung from off the handle of your door. Your mother was very big on first impressions, first anythings really, and took it upon herself to make sure that your first day would be absolutely perfect, which is why your school skirt was literally straight as a board. 

The uniform wasn’t terrible, though you did prefer the Johzenji colours, yellow just looked better on you, the greyscale colour theme was much nicer on the eyes. You pulled the pleated grey skirt over your hips and adjusted the waistband to hug snug around your lower waist. The hemline fell to just a little higher than your mid thigh, a little longer than the Johzenji skirts, which you were lucky to have cover your ass adequately let alone any of your part of your upper thigh.

The shirt was a simple white button down, which you tucked into your skirt and covered with a vest like black jumper. It was cute really, compared to the other uniforms in the area, this one took the cake for actually looking good. 

The rest of your morning was the usual, picking out something random for breakfast and taking your dog, a swiss shepherd your mother paid way too much money for, out for her morning walk. 

7:12 AM Front door.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you give yourself a final look over in front of the body length mirror in the hallway. Your jumper had ridden up a little, so you gave it a tug down, straightening it around your body. Once you looked half decent, you shouted a quick bye to Yumi, who launched herself down the stairs with frantic barks to see you off. 

Luckily the walk to school wasn’t that long, according to your mother who apparently had a friend whose son attended the same school, so you didn’t exactly have to be in a hurry. You walked languorously, still half asleep from waking up at an ungodly hour, and spending half of the morning scrubbing away a white toothpaste mark you had clumsily made on your black jumper. 

You found that the walk was nice, relaxing even. The way to your new school was mostly through the suburbs, so it was generally quite quiet and empty, save for a few early dog walkers. 

You stop at a crossing, absentmindedly pulling out your phone to skip the current song, beginning to walk once you see the green man light up in your peripheral vision. What you don’t see however, is the absolute unit of a man and his sidekick approaching you head on; at a rather alarming pace. You’d think with being so big they’d be weighed down, but clearly not, evident by the way they were just striding with ease in front of you. Before you knew it, you were one with the titan, face pressed into his lower ribs, phone falling to the floor. His hand instinctively flew to your side, stopping you from tumbling over, and unintentionally pressing you closer into him.

“Are you okay? You should be more careful crossing roads.” He spoke flatly, his friend leaning down and to pick up your phone, tucking it into his white and maroon jacket pocket. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m fine thank you.” You blurt out, pulling your head back to see who you’ve bumped into.

Much to your luck, you meet eyes with the most sculpted, scrumptious, Greek god of a man you have ever seen in probably your entire life. His warm-cold olive eyes bore into your own, silently scolding you for your nescience of road safety, and quite frankly, lack of spatial awareness in general.

It was only until now, a few moments later, you realise he’s still holding you, and the three of you are standing in front of what's now becoming a long line of traffic. The man holding you pulled you to his side, walking to the other side of the road, the side you just came from. 

“Um- Well I was going the other way.. but this is fine I guess.” You mumble, words falling on deaf ears. Well, not so much deaf, but indifferent, he didn’t seem to care where you were originally going, you were one with him now. 

Once you both made it to the sidewalk, he came to a stop and looked down at you again. For an awkward amount of time he scrutinised you, eyes moving just millimeters side to side to take in your appearance. It was remarkable really, how he could scan you head to toe in mere seconds without moving a muscle, creating a lasting image of you in his mind. 

He spoke blandly, without any opinion, like it was a statement, a fact. “You are very ignorant.”

“Sorry what?”

“I said you-”

“What he means is you are a very pretty lady~” 

The other boy cuts in, peering around his buddy’s broad shoulder with big, wild eyes. Compared to his friend, he was much more intimidating, his stare was cold and calculating, his build very different, and his hair was strikingly red. He was shorter by a few inches, give or take, and was much more skinner. Though he didn’t lack in muscles, you could see the swell of his brawn rippling beneath his white jersey with every miniscule movement he made, which only served to make you feel smaller, and nourish the sprouting qualms in your stomach.

“Thank you?”

The red head stepped out, circling you like a shark stalking his prey. He examined every inch of you with great care, reaching out to rub a lock of your hair between his deft fingers.

“Uh- What are you doing?”

His eyes flicked to meet your own, blinking slowly as he let your hair slip through his fingers. 

“Nothing nothing pretty pretty..” He cooed, trailing off once he caught sight of the dark plum-red markings scattered over your neck, peaking over your shirt collar. He tugged the neck of your shirt down, firmly pressing his calloused thumb on the spot, his expression hard and inquisitive.

“Ow?! What the hell is wrong with you?”

You swat his arm away. Who in their right mind goes around touching strangers like that? You were just about ready to kick this guy in the balls if it wasn’t for his friend yanking him back by the hair.

“Stop touching her.” 

“Aww.. Wakatoshi-kun! I just wanted to see what the pretty lady has on her neck!” He protested, wriggling under his grip.

“Is it a hickey? Do you have a boyfriend, pretty lady?” 

His eyes widened and burrowed into your own, pupils dilated and pulsing with every split second, goading you to respond.

“Or are you fucking someone? Did a big guy like Wakatoshi-kun leave those there for you?” He looked up at his friend, a wide grin on his face.

“Remember Kiku-san? I sucked her so raw she did her assignments in her dorm for the whole month!”

“I remember.” The larger man said with a sigh, releasing his hold.

“I can make bigger ones! Whaddya think pretty lady?”

He stepped closer, chest almost pressed to yours. He brought his hand to your face, angling it to face parallel with his.

“Okay – no. This is not happening.”

“This is not happening today. Today out of all days, are you fucking serious?!” You angrily shove his hand away, watching as his grin faltered and a more startled expression spread across his face.

“Well- I just-”

“This.” You wave your finger at them.

“Is.” 

“Not.”

“Happening!”

You swiftly turned and stormed off, bitterly mumbling insults under your breath. It was your first day of school, and you’d be damned if you got touched up by some guy before even entering the school grounds. This was meant to be a nice, new, fresh start.

“You made her angry.”

“You don’t think I know that?!” 

–

8:04 AM Nekoma.

Thankfully you managed to cool yourself off before you made it to Nekoma’s grounds. Usually you’d stay in a sour mood for days if something happened like this, but you were determined to make a good impression on your peers today.

You didn’t want to show up right as the school opened, so you opted to linger outside a building off to the side. You guessed it was a gym or something along those lines since you could hear the sound of squeaking shoes and the occasional shout or two.

From where you were stood, you could clearly see Nekoma was a big school. You learned through passing that the school used to be two separate institutions which went through a merge a decade or so back. No one seemed to have a concrete answer as to why they merged, but it was rumoured that both schools struggled greatly in opposing areas. 

Unlike today, students of Nekoma were renowned for being just average, never stepping out of their comfort zone, never stretching to be higher than the top, which inevitably led to threats of forcefully undergoing new leadership, since admissions per year were dropping staggeringly low. In other words, the principal would be sacked and replaced by someone new.

On the other hand, Aoba Johsai was known for being daring, boundaries were more of a suggestion, academics were tossed to the side, and they excelled in sports, which obviously got them a LOT of fines, considering one year only 30 students out of the whole year passed their finals. Barely. 

Luckily, both principals were acquainted and after some time, agreed to join forces. Classes were mixed between those from Nekoma and Seijoh, and students started to pick up on traits and mindsets from one another, eventually creating the prestigious school it was known as today. 

It was still early days however, students from Nekoma were still strategic and mostly kept to their own, and those from Aoba Johsai still hung onto their eccentric reputation, but not to the extreme as a decade or so ago. 

Originally you were admitted into Aoba Johsai, but your father managed to sway, bribe, the school committee to accept you into Nekoma after days of begging. After all, you didn’t transfer from Johzenji just to move to a lesser reputed school.

“You know it’s kind of rude to pretend I’m not here.”

Snapping out of your daydream, you focus in on the boy in front of you.

He was tall. Not as tall as the two you ran into earlier on, but he was pretty freaking long. His skin was deliciously bronzed, and you could see faint light lines where his jersey straps had moved from where they usually sat. His hair was jet black, with an absurd amount of gel holding it up, with the exception of a few stray hairs covering his right eye. Or maybe it was his left. His left or your left-

“Sorry- who are you?”

“I should be saying that to you, you’ve been standing here staring at me practice for the past 10 minutes.”

Surely it hadn’t been that long. 5 minutes at most. 

“Well that's just a lie.”

“I’m not lying. Look, if you think I’m attractive that’s fine, but there’s no need to stare.”

“I was not staring. And even if I was, like I’d stare at you for 10 minutes straight.”

“Obviously you don’t know yourself very well.”

“And you think you do?”

“No, I just know for a fact it's been 10 minutes.”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

You start walking past him, only making a few steps before he grabbed your shoulder, turning you to face him.

“Come on, don’t be a sour puss.”

“I’m not being a ‘sour puss’, I’m going to find my homeroom.”

“Are you new?”

“Yeah, I transferred from Johzenji.”

“Huh. Johzenji?”

You knew Johzenji High had a reputation, and not for the best reasons. Everyone was sleeping with everyone and most of the girls there put themselves out for anybody. Though a few months ago you fit that generalisation perfectly, you didn’t want people at Nekoma to think of you as any less because of it. After all, you were different now. You changed.

“What’s it to you?”

“Nothing, pretty. What number is your homeroom?”

You rummage in the side pocket of your shoulder bag, pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper with your timetable for the week printed on the inside.

“Uh.. I’m in class 1-4?”

“Are you or aren’t you?”

“Huh?”

“You’re making it sound like you’re asking me what class you’re in.” 

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Say it again with some confidence.”

You scowl, was it really that hard to just give out some simple directions? You weighed up the consequences in your head if you just ran away, or maybe punched the guy in the face, or screamed like a crazy woman to make him go away. But then you quickly came to the realisation that there was a very real chance you’d have to ask someone much worse to help you find your homeroom.

So again, with faux enthusiasm and confidence you repeat yourself.

“I’m in class 1-4.”

–

“You know, you’re in the same class as my buddy.”

“Okay and?” 

You’ve been walking with this guy for about 20 minutes now, and you’re pretty sure you’ve passed this same water fountain at least three times by now. Though it was a big school, it wasn’t that big, and surely it doesn’t take that long to get to a stupid classroom.

One thing you learned quickly about your guide on your ventures, was that he doesn’t stop talking. And not even in the way that he was talking your ear off, no, he’d just somehow keep a conversation going for much longer than it needed to be. Surprisingly, he was good at it too, he didn’t just throw in irrelevant topics or random opinions he had, he’d ask about your life, like your time at Johzenji, though you didn’t care to answer him.

“I’m just saying you know, he’s single and he’s hung as fuck.” He looked over at you, shooting a wink. Gross.

“What?” 

“You know? Hung? Large? Lengthy? Some other L word?”

“Why do you know that..”

“I saw it one time in middle school. And like all the time when we have sleepovers, he’s not exactly shy about that type of thing.” He shrugs, stopping at the end of the hall. There were two ways to go, and he didn’t seem sure about either of them.

“Are you lost.”

“No.”

“Why aren’t we moving then.”

“I’m thinking.”

At this point, you had no words. There was no way this guy was a first year, so he must have been a second or third year, and he’s managed to get lost. 

“Ah! I remember!” He grins, looking down at you, like you were supposed to do something next.

“Uh.. off we pop then? I haven’t got all day.”

After a few lefts and rights, he slowed to a stop and nodded his head in the direction of a near empty classroom, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed.

“Told you I wasn’t lost.”

“Yeah right. You were a terrible guide.”

“You take that back-”

“Kuroo!” A voice boomed from the end of the hall. 

Kuroo turned, his confused frown morphing into a wide grin as he saw who was calling him. 

“Yo man!” 

Yeah. That was your sign to leave, before you got involved in whatever man greeting ritual they were doing.

You turn and walk towards the classroom where only a handful of students were inside, quietly chattering or working on homework. You didn’t want to bother anyone doing something important, so you stood in the doorway, scanning the room for someone who could help you find an empty seat.

Your eyes landed on a boy. He was sat hunched over, fingers lazily tapping over his gaming console. He brought a hand to tuck a long strand of his blonde hair behind his ear, exposing his dark brown roots. From what you could see, he didn’t look all that interested in what he was playing, so you decided you’d ask him.

You walked over slowly, careful not to trip over any of the bags littering the floor. Stopping in front of his desk, you clear your throat stilly, rubbing the fabric of your skirt between your fingers hesitantly.

“Do you know if there’s a spare seat in here?”

He glanced at you briefly before looking back down at his screen, frantically tapping his fingers over the side buttons. 

“Both of the seats next to me.”

“Thanks,” You give him a warm smile, not that he was looking. At least someone around here was going to be straight with you.

You look at the switch in his hands, recognising the game he was so enthralled with.

“Are you playing Splatoon 3?”

He gave a slight nod, sitting a little straighter in his seat. He glanced at you again, giving you a once over before speaking.

“You play?”

“Yeah! I just finished the campaign yesterday.”

“The updated one? It dropped on Sunday.”

“Yeah? So?”

“It’s Tuesday.”

“God forbid I play my favourite game.”

The both of you carried on talking whilst the class slowly filled up. Unknowingly you shared a lot of the same interests and played the same games in your spare time, just not to the same degree. From what you gathered, he didn’t play about his games, which was why he was a little confused that you finished the new campaign before he did. 

The bell eventually rang, and your conversation fell silent. Before taking your own seat you looked back at the boy.

“What’s your name by the way?”

“Kozume.” He said whilst saving his progress, tucking his switch into his bag.

“But just call me Kenma, I don’t like any of that formality shit.”

If you didn't read the A/N and my explanation of the AU, I suggest you do so things make sense!

Do not post, edit, translate or plagiarize my work on or off tumblr. I encourage taking inspiration and ideas.