afkenma

[afkenma]

papered love— kozume.k x g/n reader

A/N: pinch punch first day of the month no returns (started this on 1st of June)!! Hello, I’ve been struggling on who to write about next, but I think I’ll settle for the man of the movie himself, kenma!! Have you watched the movie yet? Hope everyone gets to soon. I’m retracting myself from much dialogue this time and focusing on making a reader feel what kenma’s lover is feeling, if that makes sense. enjoy :)

the only noise filling the peaceful sunset’s air rolling into the room between you and him were the pixelated sound effects of a promising tetris game he focused on clearing, and the whispering shuffles of the cards, papers and books you were allocating around in his room. you could feel your boyfriend’s back lean against your own, as you began stacking his overused notebooks into a translucent, white box. The sighs of defeat and clanking of the console as he restarted a game dissociated into a comforting nothingness that allowed you to drift into no particular thoughts, for there was nothing tugging for your attention.

then, something did. weathered, small notes began spilling out of the crevices of almost every notebook, to which you dazily disregard to your side as waste papers before you noticed the raw amount. interested, your arms clawed at a falling paper from the standard notebook in your arms, and you almost instantly brought it to your eyes to inspect it, muttering the alarmingly-careful handwriting to yourself as you read:

you could feel the body supported behind you tense up in a flinch whilst you slowly read. his head whipped around to face you, hair smacking along his cheeks with the motion. he clearly recognizes it. his stares timidly fall between your puzzled face, the confusion on papers and stationary scattered around you, and the neat assortment of all his intrusive thoughts of you, thoughts he would never be able to stand verbalizing. embarrassment was painted red on his ears as he scrambled to pick the remaining papers before you did, but you unintentionally fueled the fire burning in his cheeks when you hastily scooped them up first and began to, still confused but riddled with curiosity, read the others.

people are supposed to be difficult, so why?

your hair looks put together in that style. i want you to do that more often.

your eyes are easy to love

ill bring more cooking for you next time because i love your smiles when you eat

i saw you walking to school alone today, I’ll come with you

i wish i could do more than just think

you wish i could tell you what i think more often aswell, too.

i love you, too.

an unwavering smile spread across your face as you held your warming cheek with a tender hand, your voice slightly cracking upon the realisatlion that these small, tattered note were addressed to you. kenma nervously sits beside you with a prominent blush as his mind spins at a thousand thoughts per second, and he can’t bring his cat-like eyes to yours. incoherent muttering splatters from his lips as he begins to speak as he looks up at you but he’s interrupted by the cunning, bashful grin you wore. His eyebrows furrow and he irritatedly asks you why your smiling like that.

you laugh, a taunting yet playful giggle that breaks him out of his nervousness, akin to how your laughter always brings peace. he shyly hugs at his knees, eyes widened and slightly crinkled in a small smile as he holds himself, patiently waiting for you to finish. Soon after, you calm down and very carefully straighten the stack, lovesick eyes doting on the words he never brought himself to repeat after his embarrassing cliché confession speech.

turns out he’s thinking about you more than you thought.

[afkenma]

THANK YOU!!!

i’m glad i encapsulated the vibe i was targeting, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME!!

this post reminded me to go work on another one!!

sleep your peace — tsukisima.k

gn Reader X Tsukishima Kei

A/N: AAAHH this is my first time writing outside of school, so I thought I’d start with one of my favorite tropes. it’s pretty mushy and gross, but hopefully I’ll get better at this soon!! I also made the situation slightly unclear because I had no idea what specifics to add, my bad :)

tsukishima kei could only be an astute observer of how tired you were tonight; bleary eyes blinking slowly, hand motions translating into visual gibberish that wouldn’t help explain the confused, disheveled responses you gave to each new development in a crime show he’d been talking to you about. you had stayed up much longer than you should have the night before on homework you should’ve completed much earlier, and it drained all the energy you should have saved for this pre-mediated sleepover. you constantly took sips of energy drinks you didn’t like but bought anyways earlier today just to keep awake a little longer. this wasn’t a classroom, so why couldn’t you look away from the clock, doting on a comfortable time to suggest sleeping?

tsukishima knew he was talking to a wall, and even his words were out of focus. it was much easier to stare at your tired head resting on the bedframe than anything else, and it was so much easier to get lost in the small details he wouldn’t normally gaze at you long at you enough to notice: the skin on your face wasn’t uniform in colour, strands of your hair had fallen down to your face, and your lips were slighly chapped and pale, and it was all so beautiful. he noticed he’d been staring early into the night but gave up on trying to avoid your face, especially since the rest of the room had never looked so plain.

painfully embarrassed after replacing a character’s name with yours for the third time, he abruptly excuses himself to get water for the both of you, which you don’t mind. you’re left alone to quietly stare at all the different decorations on his walls, like the figurines of dinosaurs clustered together on a shelf, or the abundance of old movie posters and coloured food advertisements pasted onto the corner opposite. there are some bright sticky-notes with writing you just can’t see from the position your in right now, so you hazily shift around his bed to take a better look, but slowly curl up into a ball as the sweeter arms of sleep ultimately draw you closer and closer.

two glasses of water enter the room soon after, along with a sleepy, calm blonde who’s staring between his love softly snoring on his bed, and the silly post-it notes you’d given him with small hearts and doodles. he internally scoffed over how dumb he must’ve been to forget hiding it before inviting you over, but can’t ignore the overwhelming heat blooming on his cheeks. he stares back over at you. your back was arched inwardly and you were loosely hugging your knees towards you, and your face showed the slight discomfort and cold you were sleeping through. muttering out a breathy complaint, he takes you into his arms like a child. your body stayed limp, barely hugging onto his back as he straighten out his bedding with his free hand, and cautiously tucked you under warmer blankets.

you let out hearty exhales as you unconsciously snuggled deeper into bed, and tsukisima felt overbearing tides of raw fondness crash through him, a euphoric step deeper into his love. it took a couple moments to regain composure and sense of reality, and a nagging part of him cringed at being smitten for a sleeping beauty. he slowly dragged his eyes away from you to quickly stack up the items on his desk into a large pile on the side, before power-walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth before closing the door, turning of the light-switch and carefully seeping into the bed with you.

with his glasses off and barely adjusted to the darkness, he squints in a struggle to see your figure hunched over and facing the opposite direction, which was annoying him. if only he had positioned you facing towards him. that way, he might’ve been able to pine over you just a little longer, but alas. there’s always tomorrow morning, and the day that’ll ensue, and then the many days later because your his lover and he’s yours and all he can think about now is how calming your ambiance is. your presence is peaceful, and it forces even an arrogant jerk like him to lower his guard and feel it, so sleep your peace.

[afkenma]

just a by-the-way before I full-on start this blog, but if you would like to request something:

Please do not request something an idea that would be really, really long

That’s unless you wouldn’t mind me condesing it

Please do not request smut and other illegal/toxic relationships

Please do not overestimate my beginninger skills I am begging you

I’ll probably only do only haikyuu x reader oneshots or headcannons

Deepest apologies if I mess up the characters, I’ll try not to though

If you agree with all of this, then I totally encourage you to request a certain idea, even if you think it’s cringe or vague :D !!

Also, if you would somehow like to draw something based on a fanfiction I’ve done, then your a hundred percent free to do so without asking as long as you tag me or notify me so that I can see it too!!

this post might change or be replaced if I decide to, have a nice day!

[afkenma]

Karasuno First Year’s Theatre Headcannons

In my area, the first haikyuu!! show is at like 8pm, so I’m imagining them posting up at the movies at night!! I was thinking of this while writing the other oneshot, so enjoy!!

Hinata Shoyo is weirdly still in his school uniform, but doesn’t care.

Chewing food the entire movie, no doubt.

Claps, cheers and chants a lot, which is sometimes annoying to the other watchers.

Spilt so much popcorn over himself, and in a mess by the end.

Kageyama Tobio is also wearing his school uniform, but carrying his school-bag and wearing a jacket.

Misread the situation, and brought dinner as movie food, so around him smells like steaming meat buns.

Everyone raids his food though, so he’s subconsciously snacking on Hinata’s popcorn,

Doesn’t talk, but is very expressive through his reaction.

Tsukishima and yamaguchi pulled up early and in pajamas, and managed to sneak an unholy amount of snacks through security.

Sitting at the back, far away from everyone so that they can commentate the movie freely

Both clapped at the end, yamaguchi crying

Laughed over everything

Stayed for the end credits, while complaining about the movie.

[afkenma]

bakings never been so chaotic: karasuno first year drabble.

A/N: HEY HI HELLO AGAIN!! For my second piece I decided to exclude a reader and try to work on my biggest enemy; dialogue. it probably won’t be as sweet as the first one but I think it’s the grind that counts, kita said something similar, didn’t he? Either way your gonna see my perception of each character here, and I’ve come armed for criticism!!

“Alright, here’s our plan,” Yamaguchi declared with a toothy grin on his face and and a rolled peice of paper in his hands. Gathered around him were the rest of the first years, each seated on brown dining chairs circling a round, simple dining table. He begun to spread out the paper on the table, for everyone to lean in and take a better look at, except Tsukishima, who’s already seen the pictures. (“your overdoing it.”)

The paper was a simple comic, coloured and sketched in black ink, and using stick figures to narrate the plan. Yamaguchi assertively points to the first one. “…As you can see, everyone is gonna go into the kitchen and use these cups to measure the ingredients, and Hinata, Kageyama, flour is a white powder here, not the plants.”

“Yes, sir!” The oddball duo exclaimed, as Yachi timidly nods out her agreement.

“And then—” He dragged his finger to the second sketch, “We’re gonna add everything into the bowl in order, and mix.”

“Yes, sir!” They repeat, with more passion that suggested they were more exited to start than before. Tsukishima reluctancly nods with Yachi. Yamaguchi excitedly glances around the room in a smile, before finishing.

“Then finally, we’re gonna bake and decorate the best cake ever!” He then neatly folds the paper, as the freak duo spring out of their seats like slinkies with a loud “Yes, Sir!”, bolting to yamaguchi’s kitchen to start first, yachi in tow.

“They’re too exited. I can’t imagine how many mugs, cups and dishes are going to be destroyed by the end of this.” Tsukishima scoffs, taking in his arms a small audio speaker Yamaguchi was shoving at him.

“It’ll be fine, I think. You just focus on good music.” Yamaguchi hushed, flailing a limp rist around to undermind the very possible reality. He leaves Tsukishima in the dining hall, where the taller realizes that the speakers in his hand look an awful lot like the ones he tragically lost last year.

Concerning bangs and unidentified noises greet Yamaguchi at the doorframe, which leads him to wonder if he’ll even be able to take a ‘told you so’ when paying his parents for the damages, but upon turning a knob and opening a door, he’s subjected to an eerily-underestimated scene. The twins in orange and blue are carefully measuring out all-purpose baking flour in translucent measuring cups, attentively following Yachi’s instructions to them. They toss snide remarks at the other’s performance, but it’s enough to relieve his worries…until he watches them continue to siv in the flour into metalic bowl even after he’s certainly already seen them add four cups.

“G-guys, your overdoing it, too.” He steps in. Yachi keenly leans into his attention and smiles.

“Don’t worry, they haven’t reached the nine cups yet.” She hesitantly assures.

“H..huh? The recipe didn’t say to add four?”

“Four!? But…I just read—” Her voice instantly dies in her throat as her eyes scan, then frantically re-scans the first handwritten line of the instructions, panicked over her mistake. “Ah…What!?! I’m sorry, I-I’m sosososorry!! Here!” She slurs out as she swoops the measuring cup off kageyama’s hand and aggressively shoves scoops of flour back in. Yamaguchi catches her contagious fears, but profusely re-assures her that it’s okay and to take no mind to it, and Hinata smugly scolds Kageyama on how he knew he was right when he “…Said it looked like too much! Mom never adds this much into her pancakes”

“That’s because it’s flaming pancakes, of course it’s gonna have less flour, dumbass!”

“Oh shut up, I’m still right!”

“You’re right as you all tall.”

“W-what’d you say to me?!”

Four minutes was enough for any sense to be completely disposed of and ten screaming children would look like angels put next to this kitchen, which were the exaggerated thoughts of Tsukishima cautiously entering through the kitchen door into the unsheathed chaos, handling the speaker that sung a default playlist from Spotify. Yamaguchi hastingly scurries toward him, shamed and about ready to cry. “Please don’t say I told you so, but—”

“Told you so.”

(they never finished measuring the ingredients, or baking anything at all. Instead, they were all subjected to the harsh scolding of Yamaguchi’s mother once she stumbled home and into the flour-bombed room)

[afkenma]

sleep your peace — tsukisima.k

gn Reader X Tsukishima Kei

A/N: AAAHH this is my first time writing outside of school, so I thought I’d start with one of my favorite tropes. it’s pretty mushy and gross, but hopefully I’ll get better at this soon!! I also made the situation slightly unclear because I had no idea what specifics to add, my bad :)

tsukishima kei could only be an astute observer of how tired you were tonight; bleary eyes blinking slowly, hand motions translating into visual gibberish that wouldn’t help explain the confused, disheveled responses you gave to each new development in a crime show he’d been talking to you about. you had stayed up much longer than you should have the night before on homework you should’ve completed much earlier, and it drained all the energy you should have saved for this pre-mediated sleepover. you constantly took sips of energy drinks you didn’t like but bought anyways earlier today just to keep awake a little longer. this wasn’t a classroom, so why couldn’t you look away from the clock, doting on a comfortable time to suggest sleeping?

tsukishima knew he was talking to a wall, and even his words were out of focus. it was much easier to stare at your tired head resting on the bedframe than anything else, and it was so much easier to get lost in the small details he wouldn’t normally gaze at you long at you enough to notice: the skin on your face wasn’t uniform in colour, strands of your hair had fallen down to your face, and your lips were slighly chapped and pale, and it was all so beautiful. he noticed he’d been staring early into the night but gave up on trying to avoid your face, especially since the rest of the room had never looked so plain.

painfully embarrassed after replacing a character’s name with yours for the third time, he abruptly excuses himself to get water for the both of you, which you don’t mind. you’re left alone to quietly stare at all the different decorations on his walls, like the figurines of dinosaurs clustered together on a shelf, or the abundance of old movie posters and coloured food advertisements pasted onto the corner opposite. there are some bright sticky-notes with writing you just can’t see from the position your in right now, so you hazily shift around his bed to take a better look, but slowly curl up into a ball as the sweeter arms of sleep ultimately draw you closer and closer.

two glasses of water enter the room soon after, along with a sleepy, calm blonde who’s staring between his love softly snoring on his bed, and the silly post-it notes you’d given him with small hearts and doodles. he internally scoffed over how dumb he must’ve been to forget hiding it before inviting you over, but can’t ignore the overwhelming heat blooming on his cheeks. he stares back over at you. your back was arched inwardly and you were loosely hugging your knees towards you, and your face showed the slight discomfort and cold you were sleeping through. muttering out a breathy complaint, he takes you into his arms like a child. your body stayed limp, barely hugging onto his back as he straighten out his bedding with his free hand, and cautiously tucked you under warmer blankets.

you let out hearty exhales as you unconsciously snuggled deeper into bed, and tsukisima felt overbearing tides of raw fondness crash through him, a euphoric step deeper into his love. it took a couple moments to regain composure and sense of reality, and a nagging part of him cringed at being smitten for a sleeping beauty. he slowly dragged his eyes away from you to quickly stack up the items on his desk into a large pile on the side, before power-walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth before closing the door, turning of the light-switch and carefully seeping into the bed with you.

with his glasses off and barely adjusted to the darkness, he squints in a struggle to see your figure hunched over and facing the opposite direction, which was annoying him. if only he had positioned you facing towards him. that way, he might’ve been able to pine over you just a little longer, but alas. there’s always tomorrow morning, and the day that’ll ensue, and then the many days later because your his lover and he’s yours and all he can think about now is how calming your ambiance is. your presence is peaceful, and it forces even an arrogant jerk like him to lower his guard and feel it, so sleep your peace.