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[sh1gglypuff]

City of Stars

…are you shining just for me?

ahead: female or suggested female reader, mild suggestive content, pain

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“Kenma!” you call out into the vast house. Your voice reverberated off of the walls and bounced back to you, the white walls illuminated by the evening glow. You dropped your bag along with your keys by the door, kicking your shoes off and making your way through your home. “Kenma?” you called again.

It was almost 2am. Your newest film had premiered that evening, you walking the red carpet in a gown with a price so high you refused to think about it. You had that privilege, not needing to think about the price tags on things such as that. The after party raged on through the night, and you were coming home tired and a little tipsy after your evening out.

You were high off of nothing but your own success and glamour. The movie was going to be a hit, you knew it and everyone else knew it too. Your agent thinks you’re a shoo-in for an Oscar because of your performance and you hate to admit this out loud but, you agree.

“I’ve been calling your name, did you not hear me?” you say, entering the master bedroom loudly.

“I heard you.”

“I had the best evening Kenma truly. Oh I really think this is going to be it for me. This movie is what’s going to sell…” you continue to ramble on as you sit on your side of the bed opposite of him and take off your stacks of jewelry. He offers small hums and nods as you do.

“I had a poptart for dinner,” he says as your chatter dies down. You frown at him.

“Kenma our kitchen is full of food is it not?”

“It’s not,” he says monotone.

“Well…you could have ordered food. Or god forbid…gone out!” you fake a gasp as you say this. He doesn’t like when you mock him like this.

“I don’t like going out. Especially not recently since everyone knows I’m your boyfriend now,” he turns on his side to face the wall.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I hate attention. When I go out people ask me a million questions. It makes me feel nauseous.” After he finishes saying this you get up and walk towards the bathroom. You look back at him, him facing you with his eyes closed.

“Can you unzip my dress?” you ask. You don’t think he’s heard you at first until he nods simply, opening his eyes and sitting up. He gestures for you to come over and you walk closer to him, turning around and letting him place his slender fingers on the zipper of your dress. He unzips it slowly, stopping midway. He remembers unzipping a dress of yours for you years ago, his hands shaking with anticipation. That was when you were nothing but a struggling actress in Los Angeles, desperately looking for any sort of work. That was when he felt wanted. That was before everything changed.

Kenma wishes he could be happy. He feels like that would be the only normal reaction. He is happy you’re living your dream, the dream you’ve worked so hard to achieve these past years in this city. He’s happy for you. He loves you. He unzips the rest of your dress.

With the back of your dress unzipped you turn to him, placing your hands on his chest. You kiss his lips, softly at first then beginning to make your kisses fall with more desperation. At first Kenma wraps his hands in your hair as the two of you fall onto the bed. Your hands wander down his torso, a hand slipping under his shirt and-

“Stop! Stop…” Kenma suddenly says, pulling away. You quickly remove your hands from his body. “I don’t…want to.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Your face is flushed with worry. Kenma shakes his head.

“I’m sorry I’m…just really tired right now.” You don’t question him as he says this, you just nod. You get up from the bed and head back towards the bathroom where you finish getting ready to go to sleep.

As the shower runs and the sound of your hums and harmonies sound lightly from the bathroom, Kenma cries.

Kenma can’t remember the last time he’s cried over anything, genuine sad tears. He tried not to cry too hard, trying his hardest to make sure his tears wouldn’t be obvious as you came out of the bathroom. He but his sleeved hands into his eyes, pressing lightly. He wanted to stop crying but couldn’t. He took a deep breath.

He didn’t want this life. He didn’t want to live in a big house in the hills of Hollywood and only see his girlfriend every couple of weeks. As you were on set for this last movie he got a small taste of the next however many years of his life. You, shooting movies in various locations, flying around doing press tours, walking down red carpets. He on the other hand couldn’t do a single thing without the label of your boyfriend. He couldn’t stream a game without the mention of you, couldn’t leave the house without being asked of the movie. He loves you with everything he has, but it’s just so hard.

Kenma wants to be his own person.

Kenma also wants to be in love.

You come out of the bathroom, hair tied up and makeup off. He loved you in this form. You looked genuine. It was his favorite look you had. He loved this more than your stunning red carpet looks, the looks you had on the covers of recent magazines. He loved the you only he could see. He says your name softly as you sit on the side of the bed opposite him.

“Yes?” you responded.

“I…I don’t know if this is going to work.”

The silence is deafening in Kenma’s ears. He doesn’t know how long you were quiet, he just knows it was too long. “What?” you finally say.

“Nothing, sorry.” He tries to take back what he’s already said. He realizes he can’t.

“No, what? Tell me what you mean Kenma.” You’re suddenly more alert, looking towards him with attentive and concerned eyes. Kenma tries his best to not start crying.

“Everything is different now,” he says simply. “I never see you anymore. People know you. People know me. People know me as an extension of you.”

You stare, slightly confused as to what he’s trying to get at. “Do you want to see me or not?”

Kenma looks towards you. “I do want to see you. I really and truly do-“

“Then what do you mean? Is me being known now a problem?” Your brows are furrowed.

Kenma takes a long moment to breathe, closing his eyes. He does this when he’s anxious. You could see him squeezing one of his hands. “I just- this was not the life I imagined myself having. I feel like I’ve been doing nothing. Nothing for myself at least. You…I don’t know. You’re being so swept away by a life of…fame. That’s a life that I can’t live and I feel like we’ve been on different planets. I don’t feel like part of your life at all. I feel like…the guy you don’t even think of during the day that you just happen to kiss and fuck in the evening.”

Silence fills the room again as you take in everything Kenma is saying. You have no idea what to possibly say. Do you want to fight for this? You’ve loved Kenma for years. He was right though. You did feel like you lived on a different planet. “That. That’s a large accusation”

“I’m not accusing you of anything I’m just saying how I feel.”

“I do think of you.”

“And I believe that you do. I just don’t…feel it?” Kenma wanted to say more but didn’t know how to word what he was feeling. You grip your arm tightly, thinking. You look towards the window, desperately wishing you were just asleep in his arms.

“Can we finish this tomorrow Kenma?”

“You expect me to just fall asleep? I haven’t sleep more than 3 hours in the past 4 days. I can’t stop thinking about this. I can’t stop thinking about us. I love you, so much. I really hope you know how much…I just don’t think I can keep living like this. I can’t stop being a nobody.”

“It’s your fault you’re a nobody Kenma!” you say throwing your hands in the air. His last comment set you off, everything bubbling up had suddenly came out. “You don’t have to lay around all fucking day! You can get a job! You can do things! You probably have more opportunities to do things because of me!”

“Fuck you,” is all he says. His eyes are filling with tears.

“Fuck me? Kenma I’m just stating the truth. You’re doing nothing with your life and I am. You can’t blame me for that.”

“I’m going to Kuroo’s,” Kenma states, getting out of bed. You don’t respond to that, just watch as he slides on a pair of shoes and walks out of the bedroom.

“Kenma…” you start. He doesn’t listen. He keeps walking, grabbing his keys and walking out of the door. You could run after him. You could have done everything to make him stay. You don’t.

6 Years Later

You were the biggest name in Hollywood. You had gotten what you had always dreamed of. You had starred in movies that topped charts, had multiple oscars under your belt, and the most perfect fiancé you could ask for.

Kenma was sitting at a cafe, computer open and glasses resting on his face. Kenma had his own business. A successful one. He had made a name for himself, one without you. He sipped lightly on his coffee as the door rings open. He doesn’t look up, focused on his work.

He hears murmurs from around the cafe, confused he peers to what people are staring at. It’s you.

“Thank you,” you say with your famous smile. You take the coffee from the shaking barista and turn. You see Kenma. He sees you. He puts a hand out to wave. You nod your head.

He watches as you walk out of the cafe. The chatter of the room reaches its peak then dies down to what is was before.

That interaction lasted maybe a minute, but it kept Kenma up for days.

He thought of the days he had spent loving you. The evenings he had spent helping you with auditions. He knew you before the world knew you. What if he had never said anything that night. What if he has just learned to adapt? Would he have married you? Would the two of you have a life unlike anything he could ever dream of?

You were getting married. You were getting married to your most recent leading make costar. Kenma has questions he knows he’ll never get the answers to. You live on different planets. Maybe you always had. Your lives are no longer intertwined. Maybe Kenma is okay with that. Maybe he will learn to be.

He smiles, staring into his now empty cup of coffee.

[sh1gglypuff]

kenma fic based on a deftones song (i reco change if you wanna write some angst but the one who changed is the reader)

i’ll be so honest this doesn’t really fit the theme of the song entirely. i just wanted to put out some kuroken angst.

caution: depictions of smoking, suggestive content

Cherry Waves

Kenma was kissing you, his hands buried in your hair with his eyes shut tightly. He can’t breathe, he isn’t sure he wants to breathe right now. He moves one of his hands to rest at your waist and squeezes your skin.

He isn’t sure why he’s kissing you. He never thought himself to be in this position, kissing someone he barely knew in a bedroom that’s completely foreign to him.

He knew he shouldn’t have gone to that party, he knew he shouldn’t have smoked that joint. He knew he shouldn’t have listened to Kuroo.

“Come on Ken! Come out with us tonight!” Kuroo had chirped over the phone. Kenma was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling and twiddling with the string on his hoodie. Kenma let out a large breath and shut his eyes. His head was already starting to hurt from the mere idea of going out, but he would do anything for Kuroo. He would do anything to see him happy, to spend time with him. He would do anything to see him having a good time. So he agreed.

Watching Kuroo talk to a girl from across the bar wasn’t Kenma’s idea of a fun time. The music blared and the sound of glasses clinking and people chattering was starting to be too much. Kenma put his hands over his ears, attempting to drown out the sound. It didn’t work. He scanned around the room, searching for an exit, a bathroom, somewhere he could escape. He reached for the door and found his way outside. He leaned against the wall outside, chest heaving as cars drove past and people walked on. He put his hand on his chest, able to feel his beating heart.

“Hey,” you say. It wasn’t until then that Kenma even realized he wasn’t alone. You huffed out a cloud of smoke, the scent hitting his nostrils immediately.

“Hey…” he mutters. You reach into your hand bag, pulling out a rolled joint. You extend your hand over to him, offering. At first he just stares at you.

“You look stressed,” you say, in sort of explanation. Kenma reaches his hand out, taking you in the offer. You pull a lighter from your bag as he puts the joint between his lips. You step forward and before he can do anything you’re lighting it. The act itself was so strangely intimate that Kenma could feel his whole body begin to heat. He almost shivered. You stood in silence, smoking as Kenma did the same. The taste was strange on his tongue, it had been so long since he’d relished in anything like this. You took one final hit and stubbed the thing out against the wall. After three hits Kenma did the same.

“What brings you here?” you eventually say, the silence between the two of you had become deafening.

“My best friend,” Kenma says. He can feel himself getting lighter, his brain suddenly working with less considerable efforts. You nod. “He’s with a girl right now,” he blurts out. You raise an eyebrow.

“And that’s surprising why?”

“I think I’m in love with him,” Kenma confesses. He gasps after he says this, taken aback by the strength of his own words. He had never admitted that before, not even to himself. The words felt strange coming out of his mouth. They felt true.

“And seeing him kissing girls doesn’t help I’m assuming,” you muse. Kenma doesn’t say anything. “How about I help you forget?” you say. Kenma is surprised at your upfront offer. He isn’t used to this.

“I can’t just go…he’ll be worried,” he says in rebuttal. You laugh softly.

“You need to ask permission to go out with someone?”

Kenma freezes, uncertain on how to answer. He looks out at the street, the cars zipping by. He wishes he was home. “No. I just don’t want to make him worried.”

“So is that a yes?”

“A yes to what?”

“A yes to coming home with me?”

Kenma wanted to feel something, he wanted to feel anything. His mind was filled with thoughts of Kuroo, an endless ocean threatening to pull him underwater. Kuroo was a hopeless endeavor that Kenma knew was pointless to pursue. He was threatened with the potential to lose his best friend, to he ridiculed, to be more alone than he felt he was now. That was terrifying. He nodded, answering your question.

“I need a solid yes or no. Spoken,” you say. You didn’t want to take the poor boy home if he didn’t even know what he wanted. He nodded again.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to come home with you.”

That’s how Kenma found himself in an Uber, on his way to an apartment in a part of town he’d never found himself in. You were staring out the window and Kenma pulled out his phone.

I’m safe, just decided to leave. He texted Kuroo that simply. He wasn’t expecting an answer, and didn’t receive one. Kenma didn’t ask to fall hopelessly in love with Kuroo, he hadn’t even wanted to. Maybe it was the way Kenma felt cared for with him, maybe it was the way Kuroo understood Kenma fully without even trying. Kenma shivered in the backseat of the car, quietly staring out the window as the two of you got closer to your destination. He imagined Kuroo going home with someone, Kuroo kissing someone else’s mouth without a second thought. Kenma couldn’t breathe without thinking of him.

In your room with you, he had you pinned down against the bed. You were surprised at his eagerness, kissing him with passion and force.

As Kenma was kissing you, he thought more of Kuroo. He thought of how all he wanted was for Kuroo to want him. He kissed you harder, desperate to drown out any thoughts in waves of you. He didn’t even know your name. He parted his lips and brushed his tongue against yours.

Your hands were buried in his hair, his hands moving from your own hair to your waist. Kenma can’t place when he started loving Kuroo, he just knows he always has. Even if it didn’t start out romantically, he had loved Kuroo in a way he didn’t love anyone else since the beginning. It wasn’t until college, when Kuroo started searching for love in anyone but him did he realize he wanted Kuroo all to himself.

Would you drown for me Kuroo?

Would you save me?

Kenma’s eyes were shut tight, his heart racing as his tongue brushed ferociously against yours. You groaned against his mouth and he mimicked the sound. His hands roamed up your back, under your shirt and onto your bare skin.

Kenma felt like he was drowning. His mind was hazy, his only thoughts of you and Kuroo. He had to escape somehow, maybe finding escape within you would be okay. He felt your hands on his chest. Did he want this? He wanted anything. He wanted something.

I miss you Kuroo.

Please save me.

Suddenly Kenma pulled away, pulled his hands from your body. He was panting, sweating, staring at you with fear in his eyes. He wiped his mouth quickly.

“What’s wron-“

“I need to leave,” Kenma says quickly. He removes himself from you and stands up quickly searching for the door.

“I…what happened? Did I do something?” The fear in your voice was prominent. He could hear it and his heart sank. You were a person. You weren’t his escape from the truth. You weren’t going to drown with him.

“I’m sorry I just…thank you,” he says. You stare, confused. “I need to leave.”

“I never got your name,” you say. Kenma smiled at you. You smiled back.

There’s blood in the water, is it mine or yours?

Kenma walked down the street, away from your apartment. He searched the street for signs as to where he might be. He opened his phone, hand shaking as he pulled up Kuroo’s contact. He hit the call button, letting the phone ring in his ear as he continued down the street. He saw a sign for a street he recognized and sat on the curb.

“Hello?” Kuroo muttered into the receiver.

“Can you come get me?”

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Kenma Headcanons!!

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/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Kenma is an only child, and when you get close to him it really shows. He has trouble sharing things with other people, hogs controllers, and is prone to argue.

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Kenma is a sweet boy at heart. Although, when he gets overstimulated he gets…grumpy. He’s angry when he’s tired. That’s less of a headcanon and more canon but!

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Kenma says things very bluntly. If you ask him for his opinion on something that boy does not sugarcoat anything.

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ He posts rage bait on twitter (X). When the Drake and Kendrick thing was at its peak he saw his chance and posted “Team Drake” or something just to spend a solid 30 minutes laughing at the replies until he got bored.

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Kenma is a very picky eater. We already know how small his appetite is but he’s picky with it too. Growing up he definitely would get away with only eating his favorite foods. Now that he’s grown he’s still afraid to try pickles. He asks Kuroo to order for him at restaurants too. “Yeah and he’ll get the cheeseburger. Could you do that with just the meat and cheese? Thank you.”

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ He absolutely hates PDA. If he had a partner he would definitely stay close to them, have his hand by theirs and sit next to them. His partner would be his safety net basically. He doesn’t like to be hugged in public, but he could tolerate it. If his partner tried to KISS HIM you best believe he is steering away from that kiss QUICKLY. that’s a boundary he set early on in the relationship though. Something about showing his intimate side to people he doesn’t know makes him feel weak.

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Kenma has very odd sleeping habits. He goes to bed early and wakes up very early. When I say early I mean passed out by 10 and awake before the sun rises. When he goes to bed late he wakes up late, and waking up late makes him feel just gross. He usually games as soon as he gets up, before he does anything else. Wrapped up in his blanket with his legs crossed on the bed he is absolutely enthralled with his 7th play through of Breath of the Wild.

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Kenma has a fear of smelling bad. He hates cologne though, and whenever he wears some it makes his skin feel uncomfortable. He just does not want to be perceived as dirty.

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ If he was dating someone, he would be extremely clingy. This clinginess would all be 100% behind closed doors. He sends texts like “can i come over” “busy?” “hi” very cute I know. He is a horrible texter which is why he loves to lay on calls and go over to his s/o’s house. He likes to call the person he’s dating and just chat while he’s playing whatever game he’s playing. He likes to ramble on about game lore and the cool mechanics of the game. Let him talk, he’s a talker once he feels safe.

i’ll be so fr i could probably cook up so many more of these, my brainrot is fatal.

reply if you would like to see more or send in a request for a specific set of scenario based hcs!!

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about ellie ೃ⁀➷

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Please never hesitate to reach out to me, ask to be friends, mutuals etc. The answer will almost always be yes!!

🐚 My name is Ellie, and that’s what I would like you to call me! Nicknames are okay too!

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🐚 My pronouns are she/her, I am bisexual and an INFP

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🌊 The only fandom I post for at the moment is Haikyuu, although I may want to branch out in the future.

🐚 The contents of my work will include reader insert, ship pairings, angst (im a sucker for angst), and writings inspired by songs and various media!!

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🌊 My hobbies include writing (obvs), acting, singing, gaming (I love Breath of the Wild and Identity V), and watching movies and reading books!

🐚 I am an only child and have a daughter (my gorgeous cat Daisy, she is my daughter)

That is all friends!! Please don’t hesitate to reach out to me and submit suggestions for posts 🫶

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Why Do You Cry?

A short Kenma Kozume x Reader dedicated to every person with a strained relationship with their father for this Father’s Day

Caution, under cut: Depictions of strained relationship with father, depictions of guilt, depictions of trauma

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“Happy Father’s Day to my best friend”

“Happy Father’s Day to the best dad in the world”

You held your phone tightly in your hand as you scrolled through your friends instagram stories. Why? Why did this day have to exist? You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream and cry and throw your phone across the room.

Kenma was out with his father today, having a lunch with just him. That made you feel even worse. You loved your boyfriend with everything in your heart, you were forever grateful that he had good relationships with both of his parents. You only wanted to see him be cared for. That didn’t stop you from being jealous.

You laid yourself further into the couch, pulling the blanket tighter to your body. You close your eyes and imagined getting a hug. A long and warm hug.

A tear slipped from the corner of your eye. You wanted nothing more than to have had grown up with a dad. You have a father, but not a dad. You wished that you had had that father figure in your life that wiped your tears, that supported you, that didn’t want you to be different, that loved you unconditionally. You closed your eyes tightly.

You open your eyes as you hear the door begin to open.

“I’m home!” Kenma announces. He sees you lying on the couch. You pull the blanket up over your eyes quickly. He crouched next to you, his face inches from yours with the blanket acting as a barrier. “Did you call your dad?” he asks, moving to pull the blanket down to see your face. Your grip remains tight as you shake your head.

Kenma understands, of course he understands. He knows you don’t have a relationship with your dad. He knows this day is hard. “Hey…” he starts. He goes to pull the blanket down and you let him. Your eyes are filled with tears, casting a glass over your eyes as he stares. “Baby…”

You cry, you cry as Kenma pulls you into his chest and strokes your hair. You felt guilty. You felt guilty for not calling your dad. You felt guilty for not having a relationship with your dad when some people’s father’s weren’t even around. Your dad had been there. Not emotionally but he was there. Didn’t that count for something?

You cried as Kenma pulls you up to sit on the couch with you. “Shhh…” he says softly into your hair. “It’s okay baby…” he whispers.

“This is the worst holiday,” you mutter into Kenma’s neck. “It’s not fair. It’s not fair…”

Your hot tears hit Kenma’s skin and his heart aches. “It isn’t fair. You deserve love. You deserve love in the way you wish to receive it. Love without any conditions.” You cry…and cry…and cry. He holds you, whispers words of affirmation and love into your ear.

Kenma holds you until your crying subsides. Kenma was always so gentle with you. “It’s okay to cry…” he reassures you.

The teenager in you hurts. The teenager in you needed to be told this desperately. The child in you is smiling warmly. Everything is so different from when you were young. You eventually stop crying, holding Kenma close to you.

“Do you want me to make you dinner tonight?” Kenma asks you. You nod against his neck. “Just know, I love you unconditionally always. You don’t need to feel guilty for growing up. You don’t need to feel guilty for cutting off your dad. You don’t owe anyone anything. It’s okay. It truly is okay.”

You hold him closer before letting go. You nod towards him, looking into his eyes. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. More than you’ll ever know.”

[sh1gglypuff]

Anything

A Kenma Kozume x Reader drabble based loosely on the song Anything by Adrianne Lenker :,)

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You had come to spend many afternoons in Kenma’s bedroom. You would lay across his bed, watching as the setting sun would shine in from his window and paint him in gold. Kenma liked you because you made him feel safe. You would watch him as he played his video games and didn’t complain when the two of you could go an hour without muttering a single word to each other. He felt safe under your eyes. He rarely felt safe under anyone’s eyes.

“You have the nicest hands…” you muttered under your breath. You traced a heart into the center of his palm as he stared at you, breathless. He had grown tired of his gaming and had joined you on his bed. He was lying on his side as you held his wrist ever so gently, observing the lines in his palms and lengths of his fingers. He loved that about you, how gentle you were with him.

“You think so?” he mused. He said this lightly, his voice barely above a whisper. You brought his hand to your lips, breathing lightly against his palm before placing a kiss into the center of his hand. You stayed silent, staring at his golden eyes as he took you in.

You were a statue erected in gold in his eyes. You were everything.

He breathed softly, his mouth hanging slightly open as he stared at you. He would stare at you without any fear of being judged, without any fear of being gawked at. He would spend his time with you without any fear at all.

He spent his days on edge, watching everything and everyone ever so carefully as to not make a mistake. A mistake in his mind would be a misspoken word, a wrong glance. He could not make a mistake with you. He could do nothing wrong in the safety of you.

You held out your hand and stared at your palm. He followed suit, out stretching his arm and facing his palm towards the two of you.

“The line in the center of our palms,” you start. “It’s the same length.” He observed your hands. You were right, they were the same length.

Kenma didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. He could never say words the way you could. He couldn’t say words so soft, so delicate and warm. You were observant in a way that he was not. Kenma read you, watched your face and your eyes. You read him right back, staring into his soul through his own eyes. You turned on your side, facing Kenma. He turned to face you, staring into your eyes for what felt like the millionth time. He could find something new each time. He took in the color, the shape, the size of your iris. You pulled him close to you and he let you.

He could hear your heart slowly beating when you were this close. His heart always raced whenever you were in such close proximity. He could smell you, the soft scent of your shampoo and the scent you always smelled of. He couldn’t tell if you were wearing some sort of perfume or cologne. Nothing he had ever smelt matched the scent of you. So warm and clean and comforting.

He bundled his hands up on the front of your shirt, shutting his eyes tightly and breathing you in. He wanted to kiss you until he couldn’t breathe anymore, he wanted to intertwine himself with you until you were one person. He thought these things in his mind as he breathed you in. He didn’t do anything. He didn’t want to do anything. He knew he didn’t have to do anything. You loved him as he was, wanted him for everything he had ever been.

Everything.

Anything.

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If This Was a Movie

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It had been four years since you had last seen Kenma Kozume. Four years since you kissed his lips, four years since you had last told him you loved him, four years since he told you he never wanted to see you again. You had spent the last four years thinking about him, all the mistakes you had made and most importantly how you had lost him.

You tried not to think much of that last night, that last fight in front of his house. You barely could remember what that fight was about. You were 18 when it happened, barely an adult. You were 22 now, and you had grown up into a person you doubted Kenma would even recognize. It was hard watching your ex boyfriend be successful. It proved that he could live a life without you, a happy and fulfilling life.

Sleepless nights were spent thinking about him, you wondered often if he had ever felt the same. You wanted more than anything for him to come back to you. You wanted to run into him at a bar, see him at a stoplight, run into him at the store. In your mind you would see him and he would immediately remember why he loved you and take everything back.

He would remember the days you had spent tangled up in each other’s arms. He would remember how you would trace hearts into the center of his palm, sealing them with a kiss and mouthing those words he had grown fond of hearing. I love you.

He would remember you sleeping soundly in his bed as he played a video game. You always looked so peaceful, so safe. His heart would swell at the sight of you so comfortable and at peace in his presence.

As you scrolled through Kenma’s socials, you stared at his face. He had grown out his hair, you could still see the bleached ends. He smiled more now. He offered smiles to people, smiles only you had had the pleasure of seeing before. You wondered how he had spent these four years, who he had met. You wondered who he had kissed, who he had spent nights with. The thought of it made your stomach churn uncomfortably.

You didn’t know what Kenma thought, but he thought of you sometimes too. It was hard not to, you were his first everything. He had never gone so far to check your social media profiles, he knows his heart would ache seeing you happy. He often wondered what would happen if he did check. If he messaged you and asked to meet up what would you say? Would you embrace him warmly despite everything you had once said to him? Despite everything you had said to him that night four years ago?

You’ve never let yourself love anyone how you had once loved Kenma. Part of you will always wait for him. You will always leave a part of your heart open for your first love to fill. You desperately wanted things to be back to how they were before. You wanted to see Kenma, at least one more time.

But you never will.

Things don’t work like how they do in the movies. Kenma would not message you how much he misses you. Kenma would not find you and knock on your front door with flowers. You would not run into him on the street, at the grocery store, at a bar. It had been four years. If this was a movie he would be here by now.

[sh1gglypuff]

the haikyuu rebirth

hi peeps!! i recently have came back to the haikyuu fandom and my love for the characters has returned…i’m a writer and would love to make content for the fandom!!

what i would like to write:

KENMA KENMA KENMAAAA ANYTHING KENMA

mostly reader inserts

ship drabbles

headcanons

x reader headcanons

i’m still very new to tumblr but please suggest what you would like to see from me!

[sh1gglypuff]

HOW TO TUMBLR??