#I love that cat it reminds me of kenma

[tsukimirecs]

nekoma // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works + the synopsis for each fic belongs to the author who wrote the fic

kuroo tetsuro

taste test - kaientai

synopsis: when you taste the same thing as your soulmate, things get interesting

red all over - meldve

synopsis: you are trapped in an elevator with your work rival, kuroo. what else could go wrong?

your name - tsukisemi

synopsis: kuroo finds you really cute, too bad you keep giving him a fake name every time you come into the coffee shop he works at

public transit - orphan_account

synopsis: your heart pounded, knowing you were being touched, and he was watching you.

but when he loves me - sweetcandyliar

synopsis: there are so many ways that kuroo tells you he loves you.

somewhere only we know - wanderwithme (wanderlustt)

synopsis: four times kuroo proposes to you - and the last time he does

meeting the boys - orphan_account

synopsis: in which no one really believes kuroo could get a girlfriend as incredible as you

落葉 | rakuyou - deltachye

synopsis: maple leaves are most beautiful in which they have died, falling slowly, waiting patiently to be reborn

riverbank - itsleese

synopsis: you're reminded of the little boy you loved way back then, the riverbank you played at together. maybe you should go see it?

caring cats - haikyuu_philia

synopsis: nekoma is family

disrupted meetings - sansos

synopsis: dr. tetsurou kuroo’s research group has transitioned to hosting meetings online. what could go wrong?

cat ears - just__j

synopsis: kuroo approaches you, captain of the girls club, with a proposition of a bet for the losing captain

kozume kenma

change the channel - alkale

synopsis: "i want to buy your game from you"

kodzuken does not have a girlfriend - bunnytime

synopsis: it has been a running joke that kodzuken lies about having a girlfriend for years now. needless to say, his fanbase is convinced he doesn’t really have a girlfriend

second place - yourqueenhasarrived

synopsis: kenma forgets your anniversary and once again pushes you aside for his gaming career. how much can you take?

an inconvenient crush - the_only_iris

synopsis: kenma has had the biggest crush on twitch streamer, (y/n). what happens when their paths cross?

learning process - nomazee

synopsis: you and kenma always had an interesting dynamic. kuroo found it nice for everyone involved

thank you for being a friend! - heichoe

synopsis: ”if it helps: when you gave kuroo head in high school, he said it was great"

yaku morisuke

who dares speak aloud these words (intended for the heart to speak) - sunmoonstarsrain

synopsis: yaku bursts into her life like a hurricane, even whilst akaashi lingers on like the memory of a summer breeze

artists eyes - teapots_and_teacups

synopsis: yaku was used to being ignored on the court

if only i were selfish - this noodle writes

synopsis: yaku was anything but a selfish man, but being selfless had cost him you once before. so, when he gets the chance to see you again, will he finally be selfish enough to try?

note: as you can tell, i'm trying a different recommendations style- what do you think? do you think i should switch back to the first one or is this one better? would love to know your thoughts

[struwberrii]

kenma headcanons ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

like the title says,, here are my cute kenma headcanons from my head that i just made up just now, hope you guys like ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ (mostly relationship stuff)

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hes super blunt and honest, a bunch of his classmates dont like him because he always tells it how it is

probably takes in stray cats sometimes and hides them from his family

lives in the same 3 hoodies

literally doesnt do anything if he doesnt feel like it, probably is behind on homework and stuff because of this

one of those people who say they don’t like the taste of water

HATES physical touch, but if you like it he lets you hug him or whatever you want

teaches you how to play his favorite games and also plays your games (if ur also a smelly gamer/j)

SLEEPER BUILD everyone always acts like hes so weak and scrawny like no he isn't the strongest but like he still played volleyball and practiced daily i KNOW he would beat me in a fight physically OR verbally and im literally taller than him (╥﹏╥)

i also feel like hed probably try and stay in shape after high school even though he doesnt have the best diet but i feel like hed still stay active yk?

probably writes you cute notes because he doesn't really know the words to say or hes scared of sounding stupid

loves doing small hands on things, like puzzles or lego building or rubix cubes

lays his head on your lap literally like a cat

loves when you brush/play with his hair

doesn't have the energy to argue over anything so he literally just lets you do whatever you want

if you suck at games he always carries you because hes just happy youre playing with him ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

gatekeeps you from his followers (they know he has a partner)

wears your cute hair clips to keep his hair out of his face while he games/streams

lives in fluffy socks

isnt very good at showing affection so he just showers you in little gifts and presents, even if its not super fancy or expensive gifts

i feel like he would give the warmest hugs

bluntly/genuinely compliments you

shares his food/snacks with you

probably has terrible vision and keeps his electronics way to close to his face

has the worst posture, you have to remind him to straighten his back, like it literally sounds like popping bubble wrap when he sits up straight

soda/energy drink addict

gets so aggressive on voice chat when hes gaming like hes airing out the whole server... EVERYONE is catching strays tonight

acts like he hates pet names but secretly loves it :3

[sunafc]

Just an act - 8, stray cat

masterlist

notes:

– kuroo got kinda sad when u reminded him it's all fake

– tendou loves to bake desserts for your dinners !

– kenma must have a cat in every smau i write yes

– also sorry this chapter isn't that great it's kind of a filler one

– there's a typo in the brewberry chats when they talk abt the kitty i meant for shoyo to say he made a little bed for the cat but i'm dumb so instead of bed i typed bad lol anyways i noticed too late and it's too much effort to fix it so i won't !

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[clovermae]

Just Us Two

🍀 Pairing: time-skip!Kozume Kenma x gender-neutral!Reader

🍀 Genre: Fluff

🍀 Word Count: 734

🍀 A/N: Posted on AO3 here! Enjoy! 💚

“Kenma?” you call out, hand rapping on the door, but there is no response. You knock one more time before opening the door, observing as the light from the hallway pools into the dark room. Your eyes naturally drift to the corner, where you immediately spot him sitting on his bed, hunched over and eyes glued to the game in his hands. The dim light from the screen casts a glimmer in his concentrated eyes. A lighthearted grin spreads on your face as you stroll over to Kenma carefully to not startle him.

“Oh, hi Y/N,” Kenma shifts his gaze to your languid form, flashing a small smile before returning to his game.

“Hi. I thought you were going to the bathroom.”

“I was.”

“Pretty long way to go to use the bathroom don’t you think?” You take a moment to admire the simple layout of his childhood bedroom. Just a bed, a desk, and a large shelf of video games. It’s quite fitting for him, you think to yourself. It’s nice to know some things never change. 

Kenma doesn’t respond to your question and instead hums in contemplation, brows furrowed, thumbs anchored to the gamepad and buttons while staring at the now paused screen. You can’t help but admire the soft glow on his face. His hair is usually down, shielding his cat-like eyes from view, but now the strands are tucked neatly into a ponytail. 

“Lev was annoying.” is all he says, and you can’t help the chuckle that rumbles from within. Your hand moves to tuck a stray piece behind his ear, fingers dancing along his jawline until his face rests in your palm. 

“You always think Lev is annoying,” you reply with a grin. But it begins to wilt at the image of Kenma slipping away to escape the noise and chaos of Kuroo’s Nekoma reunion. Maybe he’s overwhelmed or exhausted, and you failed to notice anything. “You sure you’re okay, Ken?”

“I am.” Kenma sinks his head further into your hand until it eventually rests on your shoulder. In turn, your arm naturally finds its way around his blanket-clad shoulder. “I just wanted to sit in my room for a bit. I like it better.” The straightforwardness in his answer is reassuring, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“You could’ve told me you know? I don’t want you to be lonely.”

“You looked like you were having fun. I didn’t want to force you to come with me. That’s why I have this.” Kenma tugs at the edges of the blanket you gave him many years ago. You’re surprised he still has it, but you’re even more surprised by how well taken care of it is. A ghost of a smile appears on his face as his fingertips caress the soft fabric. “It’s warm and cozy. It reminds me of you.”

“Oh.” The words flee from your mind as quickly as they come. Your eyes dart around the dark room idly, searching for an object to rest your gaze on to no avail. 

“Well I’m here now aren’t I?” you whisper, the words finally tumbling out and exposing your bashfulness. With the small source of light, you’re able to make out the light blush dusting Kenma’s cheeks. He lingers for a moment before pulling away and opening up the blanket for you to join him. You pounce on him without skipping a beat and the two of you shift until you find a comfortable position laying on the bed. 

The familiar chimes from Kenma’s game fill the room as you nestle your head closer to his chest, listening to the gentle palpitations of his heart. He was right. You love your friends, but sometimes you need a little time to unwind. 

“When do you wanna go back?” he asks. 

“Whenever you’re ready, Ken.”

“And if I don’t wanna go back?”

“Then we don’t have to.”

“Are you sure?” His hands continue to tap away on his device, but his eyes glance down at you, hints of worry laced in them. 

“I’m sure,” you chuckle, craning your neck to press a chaste kiss on his cheek, “I think being with you is a whole lot better.” A wave of relief washes over him, and you feel his body sink a little more into the mattress. His grip on you becomes slightly more firm as he whispers. 

“Me too.”

[knmaskitten]

pets !!

pairing— Kenma Kozume x afab!reader

summary— you decide to get a kitty without Kenma's approval.

warnings— none.

notes— I love writing for Kenma, enjoy my first drabble.

You and Kenma have been living together for three years now. After college, you two worked really hard to achieve your goal. It was exhausting but, at the end, rewarding. Kenma didn’t like to put too much effort into things, but you were another story; you were his lifeline, keeping him at bay. So naturally, he didn’t care if he had to get tired just to please you.

You two lived in a very compact but beautiful apartment, It had enough rooms so Kenma could have his gaming space and you could have your own working office. And what drew you to that place in the beginning was the acceptance of pets. You weren’t big on the idea of a family, but you definitely wanted pets.

Kenma used to always argue with you about this, mainly because he thought you couldn’t keep your attention fully on a pet. He said (and this made you very indignantly angry) that you were so absent-minded that you wouldn't notice if the cat left. So you were set on proving him wrong and also satisfying your need for a company animal. 

Lucky you, your friend Yukari was giving her cat’s babies away and you begged her to put apart one for you. You decided on a tiny male gray kitten. You were head over heels with him. It was such a sleepy and low-energy cat that it reminded you of how Kenma behaved.

When you went to pick your kitty up, you did not tell your boyfriend; you decided it was going to be a forceful decision in which he didn’t have the right to argue.

So, on a sunny Tuesday afternoon, you arrived to your apartment with Taro. You heard clicking and the light pressing of keys alongside the faint voice of Kenma; you instantly knew he was live streaming and thought it was a good time to tell him, with hundreds of witnesses. You left your shoes on your entrance, put your slippers on your feet, and started walking with the little Taro asleep on your arms. His office door was ajar and you knew this meant you could enter if you needed to, so you knocked and heard a tired “Come in.”

“Kozumeeee.” You chanted as you entered the room. Looking around the room, you saw he was playing a game named Omori on stream. The lights in the room were dim and purple, there was no sunlight coming in, just as he liked it.

“Sorry about the interruption; here is my girlfriend.” He said while rolling his eyes, a little bit amused.

“I have a surprise for you, a cute little surprise.” You said, hiding Taro behind your back.

“You’re scaring me.” He then turned to face you, ignoring the fact that everybody in chat saw the cat before him.

“Don’t be mad.” You plead before carefully placing Taro in front of him. 

Being with Kenma meant he had few big reactions; he was never a guy who smiled often or got angry often. His reactions were scarce, and you cherished every single one, whether it was anger or happiness. So when you saw him open his cat-like eyes and look directly at Taro, you went silent. He just stood there, making eye contact with the cat. Five seconds passed, and he chuckled loudly. 

“I knew you were scheming something.” He said, giving you a lopsided smile.

“His name is Taro.” You replied, giggling mischievously. You let Kenma hold him.

“Hey chat, this is Taro. My girlfriend brought him home without telling me.” He bluntly stated, giving you a side-eye. “He’s cute.”

You walked closer to read the comments; they were saying you were in the right and that the kitty was cute. You thanked everybody for the support and then took Taro in your hands and showed it to the camera. You beamed. Kenma found this whole ordeal incredibly adorable and thought he loved you so much that he didn’t care if you brought a cat home as long as it made you happy.

He got closer to your ear just so you could hear him.

“I love you; you look so pretty when you are happy.”

This made your heart flutter, you had to remind yourself you were live so you didn’t do anything embarrassing or out of place. You thought that this went so well that you might as well get a second cat just to get more reactions out of him.

Gosh, you loved Kenma Kozume.

thank you for reading <3

masterlist and more.

[educatedsimps]

hello!!! I love your fics! Can I request a kenma x reader? where he does things he hates but still does it for the reader because the reader loves it? eg: getting wet in the rain etc? thank you if do!!

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kozume kenma x reader

a/n: HI ANONNN i'm so glad you like our stuff! and ofc bae :) yes kenma would 100% do stuff he doesn’t like just for his partner because they love it.

cw: not exactly the usual type of fic with a storyline, it's kind of like headcanons? mostly? but written headcanons? i think ????? idk man. anyway it's all fluff and kenma being ridiculously in love with you :)

wc: 1.7k

fic below!

the following is based on true events: lyssa: *sends yves a screenshot of the request* look there's another kenma req! yves: he's a literal cat lyssa: yeah! wait but that's not the point of the- yves: hold on i have a tweet for this lyssa: LMAO ofc u do

okay, on to the real stuff!

"Kenmaaaaa, let's go (insert activity of choice)!"

"...do we have to?"

"Yes! It'll be fun, I promise!"

"...are you sure?"

"Yes, come on!"

"...you really wanna?"

"Yes! And I promise to spend a whole day gaming with you. We can play literally any game you want. Now, can we go? Pleaseeee?"

Sigh. "Alright."

This was the usual conversation between the two of you whenever you wanted to do something Kenma didn't necessarily enjoy. In other words, you’d bribe him with a full day of gaming together.

You knew he'd much rather stay in any day of the week instead of go out and engage in such uncomfortable, sweaty and outdoor (derogatory) activities. Anyone who even remotely knew him would know that. However, you genuinely thought that doing more physical activities together would be good for the both of you.

Hence your increasingly frequent pleas for him to join you in doing said activities.

The first time you asked him out on such a date, it was to go swimming together. He looked at you with a blank expression, but you could read his thoughts exactly. "Do you even like me? Do you even know me?" was what he seemed to be saying. With his eyes, at least.

To be honest, most of his reasons for not wanting to go swimming were pretty valid. Why would he wanna get soaked just to take another shower after that? Why would he go swimming when there are gonna be people around to witness him flap around in the water? And his hair is already bleached, so why would he want to ruin it further by going into a pool practically loaded with chlorine? Out of everything, chlorine had to be the bacteria killer? Why couldn't it have been something nicer, like chocolate or something?!

Fair enough, you thought. But by the time the two of you were out of the pool that day (you don't even remember if you just played in the water or if you actually swam laps together), the sun was literally shining down on him, yet his smile seemed brighter than the sun itself. You weren't sure exactly what about swimming had made him smile like that the first time, but since then, every time you suggested going swimming together, you'd remind him how much fun he had the last time and he'd be less opposed to the idea.

Even though he'd probably never admit it to you, he actually enjoyed going swimming with you that first time because of you. The way you laughed and the way you seemed so comfortable in the water honestly captivated him. Then he started to notice how the sun reflected off the water and onto your skin, casting a golden glow around you.

So damn pretty, he remembered thinking to himself.

Soon, you started going swimming at night - to not "die of UV rays", in his words - and the way the moonlight reflected off your skin was simply ethereal. He couldn't have used any other word to describe you in that state. You reminded him of a siren, and if real sirens were even half as beautiful as you, he’d understand why those pirates and sailors were so easily lured out to sea.

Even if you couldn't swim swim, you still looked so content in the water that slowly, he couldn't say no to going swimming with you anymore.

The next kind of activity you asked him to do together was to go to the beach. And of course, you were met with the usual resistance at first. The way his face lightened when you said "swimming" then pinched together when you said "at the beach" told you exactly what he was thinking.

Ew. Sand. Everywhere.

Honestly? Valid. Sand gets everywhere - and I mean everywhere. The sand gets scorching hot in the daytime so why would anyone wanna go there? To get sand up your ass? To burn your feet off?? Like, can't you just do that over the kitchen stove or something?

That was until you were spending the day together at the beach, building sandcastles and sunbathing and just hanging out by the water. You could never forget how relaxed he looked by the end of it.

Sure, there were tons of other people at the beach that day, but he completely forgot about that when he was with you. You just did that somehow - make him feel like it was just the two of you even in a crowded room.

"It's not that bad, right, Kenma?"

"Eh..."

It's "not that bad" only because of you but I'm not admitting that, is what he was thinking.

This process continued with several more activities - cycling, hiking, even going to the gym.

When you asked him to go cycling together, his face told you, "What makes you think I'd enjoy cycling when there isn't even water to help me cool off this time? And what if I lose balance and fall?"

When you asked him to go hiking together, his expression screamed, "There aren't even gonna be wheels this time, are you kidding me? My legs are gonna give out. You're gonna have to haul me back home by yourself and it's not gonna be my problem."

And when you asked to go to the gym together, he muttered, "Kuroo and Yamamoto are rubbing off on you."

Despite these complaints, Kenma always came home looking more refreshed than ever. Even though he still didn’t love those sports, he didn’t hate them either, thanks to you. But that wasn't the point.

To him, the point was just seeing you do what made you happy. And as much as he hated getting all sweaty and sore and tired, he absolutely loved watching you go about the activities you had planned. Sure, you were just as sweaty and sore and tired as he was, but he didn't care. He honestly just cared that you were happy, and he knew then that he would do anything just to make you smile like that for the rest of your lives.

As for non-physical activities, if you love doing things like going to the museum, painting, gardening, yoga or meditation, board games, photography, he'd definitely be less resistant even though he doesn't particularly love those activities, and of course he'd just enjoy spending that time with you. Honestly, he's just glad you didn't pick something physically draining this time.

One time, you dragged him away from his video game and out of his bedroom to go play in the rain together. When you told him you wanted to go out into the rain, he had half a mind to drag you back into the house and lock you in the bedroom with him. But he was also kinda curious as to what you could possibly find so exciting in the middle of a rainstorm, so he followed you outside with just his hoodie, sweatpants and house slippers.

As raindrops pelted against his skin and clothes, he looked up to see you standing in front of him with your arms held out to the side and your head tilted slightly upward.

It was cool and rainy night, and Kenma would typically be in the comfort of his bed or gaming chair, safely sheltered from the rain. Why the hell would you wanna go out in the rain when you have a perfectly good house to stay in? He thought earlier.

Now, he finally had an answer to that. Two, in fact.

One, it was beautiful. He's obviously seen rain before, but only from his window. He had never been in the rain like this before. He's been caught in the rain on the way home from school or practice, sure, but never deliberately in the rain.

Looking up, the night sky was splattered with stars, barely visible behind metallic grey storm clouds. Silvery droplets raced towards the ground and glistening specks of water started to collect on his lashes. Blinking them away, he could see you in front of him.

The second answer to his earlier question was simple. You.

Dressed in one of his old volleyball jerseys, home shorts and slippers, you still looked so goddamn beautiful to him. You were laughing wholeheartedly even as raindrops assaulted your skin from above. You were somehow glowing even with just the dim streetlights nearby. Turning towards him, you grabbed his hands and pulled him towards you, further out onto the empty street.

"Come on, babe, have some fun!" You yelled, making sure he could hear you through the downpour. He could feel the rainwater slowly soaking through the material of his hoodie and onto his skin. He watched as you started kicking your feet and jumping into puddles of water on the road, and soon, the two of you were in the middle of an all-out puddle war.

Sooner or later you'd both be out of breath, and you'd end up with your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist. As the two of you swayed slowly back and forth, everything seemed to be in slow motion. The falling of rain around you, the steady beating of your heart, your slow breaths and the quiet rumble of thunder nearby added to the overall ambience.

Thinking back, he wasn't sure if this experience was beautiful because of the rain or because of you. Probably the latter, he thought. Furthermore, if he had to describe this experience in one word, he'd say it was magical. Simply and absolutely magical, and all thanks to you.

That day, he also decided that going out into the rain with you was worth an extra shower, and eventually this became a habit for the two of you whenever it rained heavily at night. If you moved to an apartment, you'd stand on the balcony together and stay there while it rained. Sometimes you'd dance, sometimes you'd play around with the puddles of rainwater on the ground, and sometimes you'd just be in each other's arms talking about anything and everything.

Main point is, he’s in love with you and he would do anything for you - even if it means getting sweaty and tired. Though I don’t think he’d complain that much if you asked to play volleyball HAHAHA

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[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

haikyuu:

atsumu miya:

your annoying ass roommate- atsumu answered the door, in his boxers. his hair was all messy, sweat ran down his face lightly. “who are ya?”

he’s drunk- “‘m… Atsumu Miya. yer really pretty ya know? im a er- marine biologist” he slurred. “man shut up, you play volleyball!” one of his friends interrupted. “tch! shuddup, will ya?! tryna act cool!”

kotaro bokuto:

emo mode- “im so stupid…everyone should just stop passing the ball to me!!” he announced, sulking.

he’s spiderman- all was well until he took a glance out the window, seeing a villain. “crap! I-i mean uh I gotta go run to the bathroom!”

your his fan- after the game, you walked down and greeted him, asking to sign your shirt, sheepishly.

koshi sugawara:

he’s your son’s teacher- you walked into the classroom, hugging your boy, the teacher smiled at you. “ah, are you his sister?” he asked, kindly.

he’s jealous- “what were you and hinata talking about?” he asked, his voice sounding innocent. but his hand tightened on your thigh just a bit.

your his coworker- “let me help you” he went behind you, his body pressing against your back, one arm grabbing the item, other grazing your hip.

shoyo hinata:

he hit you w a ball- “are you okay? I’m sorry hehhhh, I didn’t see where I was landing my spike” he extended his hand out to you, sheepishly.

he can fix you- “you’ve been running from love your whole life. give me one chance and I promise that I can make the pain better” he had your hands in his, looking with pleading eyes.

he got sick- …it was a sad moment for the karasuno team. shoyo got sick in the middle of a game and their team had lost the chance to win nationals. he may only be a first year and he will have more chances to win but he wanted to with this year really bad.

kenma kozume:

streaming wars- you and him are friends, having a little rivalry when it comes to being liked in the gaming community. only for views, not really hating each other.

rivals- as soon as Kenma met you he despised you. he couldn't stand you, all he wanted was to sit in peace. usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... he never wanted to be around you.

he hates brats- right now you two were getting ready to record, you whined the whole time as he was fixing the camera. he rolled his eyes. he put his hand over your mouth, other gripping your hair tightly. “can you just shut the hell up?”

cat hybrid- walking along the streets at night it was pouring rain. you sighed, walking in the rain, forgetting your umbrella at work. while walking you hear something. “meow”

tetsuro kuroo:

helping you study- he hits your head with the rolled newspaper article again. this has been going on ever since you went over to his home an hour ago. “wrong answer”

hajime iwaizumi:

scolding you- “i told your dumbass he was bad news, you never wanna listen to me” he reminded, shrugging his shoulders, looking as you packed you ex boyfriend’s things.

yuu nishinoya:

he’s drunk- “noooo because likeeeee why the hell was I sooo delusional? i never had a chance with kiiiyoko *hic* she was always gonna be tanaka’s girl” he slurred, laughing.

keiji akaashi:

he loves feeding you- he grabs your chin, prying your mouth open with his thumb, feeling your soft lips. “eat”

the pretty setter- you were watching the volleyball game of your school, fukurodani. while watching, you saw the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen.

kei tsukishima:

he hates you(?)- you and Tsukishima weren’t even friends. he didn’t like you… he thought your attractiveness was annoying. when he kissed you a few months ago it was off to you. then when you woke up in his bed almost every weekend. if he hated you so much why did he sleep with you?

toru oikawa:

kageyama tobio:

osamu miya:

guys I will be adding more soon, please leave some suggestions tho ! <3

[loveephia]

Kenma's mom is pretty!?!? and Kenma def got his looks from her "No, mom, don't tell him/her I said that about him/her!" + Kenma 💕 ( SMKWMS I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM MWA MWA )

PROJECT PIE | kenma kozume

prompt: "no, mom! don't tell him/her i said that about him/her!"

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, you and kenma have a baking project, kuroo barges into kenma's house, kenma doesn't even mind anymore (it's like it's normal at this point), reader is the one getting ratted out on, kenma's mother's appearance and name is made up.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: AAAAA THANK YOU SO SUPER MUCH!!! i hope that i got kenma's character right because he's a bit of a challenge to write (ooc kenma scares me :p). i couldn't really get the prompt sentence /exactly/ correct, but it's the same concept. ENJOY READING!!! :D

"you want to bake what?" you ask, surprised. kenma kozume, your partner for the home economics project, wanted to bake an apple pie. in truth, you aren't very close with him, so you didn't expect him to want anything specific for the project. you always thought that he was more of a "go-with-the-flow" kind of boy.

"an apple pie," he clarifies. "if that's okay with you."

"no, no! don't worry, it's a great idea!" you reassure him with a shiny smile.

time skip.

you and kenma were walking to his place. he suggested that you both could do the baking there, and you were fine with it. you kept kicking little pebbles around while kenma had his gameboy out, having already memorized his way home.

soon enough, you both arrived at the kozume residence. the door opens, and there stands kenma's mother. she was actually quite tall with long dark brunette hair, her eyes golden and cat-like, similar to her own son. she had abundant beauty.

"well, now i know where he gets his looks from.." you thought. "hello, ma'am! my name is y/n. i'm kozume's partner for an upcoming project." you introduced yourself.

"my, my! kenma, you didn't tell me that you were inviting such a cute girl over." his mother teased. you look away out of embarrassment. too bad you didn't get to see the faint blush creeping up on kenma's ears. he grumbles something inaudible, and kenma's mother eventually lets you both inside.

you explain to her what you and kenma would be baking, and she helps bring out the needed ingredients while kenma changes upstairs.

"my name is hiromi kozume, but you, dear, can call me anything you want." she says. "o- oh, okay, ma'am!" you shyly stutter out.

suddenly, the door is kicked down. there's a familiar upperclassmen of yours, popular for his athlecism in volleyball, his intellect, and.. his looks.

"hey, auntie! i just wanted to check up on my favorite insomniac." kuroo joked, knowing how truly wretched kenma's sleeping schedule was. hiromi merely chuckles. "yes, yes. he's upstairs changing."

before kuroo advances any further, his eyes land on you. "that's odd. kenma invited a girl over?" kuroo states out loud. "i know! i was shocked, too." hiromi exclaimed in relation, "honestly speaking, i thought that my dear kenma had finally gotten himself a girlfriend."

hiromi smiles warmly. "pretty, isn't she?"

before you could even retaliate, there's shuffling heard coming down the stairs. "could you two stop being nosy, please..?" kenma asks.

"not bad, kenma." kuroo pats kenma on the back, as the younger boy huffs. what does that mean..?

time skip.

it's been a few months since that very incident. now there's a new project, and you just so happened to be kenma's partner again.

"can we go to my place this time?" you politely ask, and kenma nods. he knows that you must have felt a bit uncomfortable from kuroo and his mother's constant teasing last time. every now and then, you and kenma's hand would brush against each other, and hiromi would have to hold in her giggle behind her teacup.

the sight of the two bashful teenagers reminded her of the years in her youth. how cute!

and kuroo.. well, let's just say he got kicked out of the house early by kenma.

time skip.

"hey, mom!" you cheerfully greeted, letting yourself in the house while kenma followed shortly after. you both took off your shoes and neatly placed them on the shoe rack, switching to a pair that were fit for the interior flooring.

"hi, honey. who's this?" your mother asked.

"kenma kozume. he was my project partner last time, but we did the project as his place instead, remember?" you said, trying to help jog your mother's memory.

"oh! you mean the boy with the looks?" she remembered, at the cost of unintentionally exposing you. she took a good glance at kenma, who stood there, taken aback at her previous sentence. "you're right. he is quite handsome."

"no, mom—!" you internally panicked, your face blazing red. "you didn't have to say that out loud in front of him..!"

unfortunately, you two barely got the project done because of all the sheepish communication.

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(Twenty) Nine Lives for Love

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Tw: Kenma is a little creepy, but not in a bad way.

Info: Kenma x Reader (for real this time); Kuroo and Reader; Kuroo is a wingman (maybe?); Your cat is so fucking fat

Word Count: 5k 🍓Hehehe, it's finished! Writing this was a fun challenge, simply because Kenma is so fucking odd and weird and I love him so much please marry me Kenma!!! Anywayyyyyy, please pretend that Animal Crossing New Leaf came out just a little earlier for the sake of this fic. Thankssssssss.

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Since you moved to Tokyo, a lot has happened. You finished (by some miracle of the universe) unpacking and decorating the house in about a week, managed to get accepted by the shelter for work over the weekends (which you loved so far), and picked out all of your classes for the spring semester. You even got into the Animal Sciences course you were gunning for by passing the entrance test. Everything was going great, you had just one tiny… eentsy weensy thing you didn’t account for.

Nekoma’s campus was way bigger than you expected. Sure, you figured it would be, it’s a Tokyo High School, but it didn’t seem all that intimidating when you went to pick classes. You turned down a tour, confident in your navigational skills – it’s just a few floors of classrooms, how hard could it be?

Very, as you’ve come to learn.

Clutching the flimsy paper that held your schedule tightly, you looked around woefully at the students who passed you by. Everyone was too busy catching up or chatting, not paying you any mind. You glare at your class schedule again, and “Class 3” glares back at you. That is not helpful. You are lost. Very lost. God, you wanted to beat past you senseless – stupid stupid overconfident past you.

Just as you’re about to scream or bash your head into a wall and ruin your reputation before classes begin, your savior appears. He’s incredibly tall, his uniform jacket unbuttoned and his clothes wrinkled. His messy black bedhead stands straight up in the air, bangs shrouding half of his face. He looks like the crafty type like he might take advantage of the situation and make you buy him lunch as thanks. However, when he speaks, you realize you might be overreacting just a tad.

“You alright? I couldn’t help but see you floundering over here,” He laughs.

You flush, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder awkwardly, “I’m a little lost…”

“You’re a first-year?” He asks.

You frown, shaking your head, “Second-year. I transferred from Karasuno High School, uhm, in Miyagi,” you quickly clarify. You hope you didn’t look like a first-year.

He hums, nodding, “That makes sense,  looking for your homeroom then?”

“Yeah, I just… can’t make sense of the schedule they gave me,” you admit, lifting the paper for him to see.

He looks over it, and then smirks to himself, “Ooh, Kenma, she’s in your class.” He says to someone, and hot shame washes over you as you realize there was another person here the whole time.

He’s a shorter guy with a pretty shitty dye job that reminds you of a lot of pudding. You try not to snicker at the mental image of actual pudding on the poor guy's head. He eyes you like he’s considering you. It’s clear he’s taking in everything about your appearance, and it makes you flush a little. You didn’t take well to being scrutinized – especially not by cute strangers. (Cute? Did you find this guy cute?) Something about the way he looks at you is… familiar… but you’ve never met this guy, so you brush it off and smile apologetically.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you were there or else I would’ve greeted you too,” you apologize.

He shrugs, eyes catching on something in your bag, then he goes back to staring at the PSP in his hands, “It’s fine.”

You frown, but the beadhead guy sighs loud enough to interrupt any self-depreciation you might’ve started on.

“Don’t pay him any mind, he’s always like this,” he tells you, then shoves his hand your way, “I’m Kuroo Tetsrou, Third-year!”

You take the hand, shake it firmly, and introduce yourself with a smile. Kuroo turns to Kenma, pulling his game out of his hands and confiscating it in his pocket, grumbling lowly to him about being polite. You can’t help the little laugh that escapes you at their antics. 

With a grumble, Kenma turns to you and nods reluctantly, “Kozume Kenma.”

Kuroo lets out a satisfied huff, visibly pleased with the interaction, then gestures for both of you to follow him. You take off first, trying your best to keep pace with his incredibly long legs, Kenma follows just behind you, dragging his feet enough that he wouldn’t match your pace. 

“So,” Kuroo starts again, “What made you transfer here – Tokyo’s a big change from Miyagi.”

You sigh, “I’ll say. My dad moved us here 'cause he got some big promotion,” you grumble, then realize you might be too grumbly and add, “but… Tokyo is nice. There’s a lot more to do here, and the people are nice.”

“Thank you, I do try,” He laughs, “there is a lot to do here, though. Too much, sometimes. What kinda things do you like to do?”

You hum, folding the paper in your hands as you think, “Well, I like helping out at animal shelters – oh and I like video games. I know there are arcades around here, and I wanna check some out.”

Kenma perks up a bit at the mention of video games, but he doesn’t say anything about it. As if he were a mind reader – or maybe he just knew Kenma well – Kuroo beams back at you.

“Thank god, I thought I’d never find someone who likes games like Kenma does,” he laughs, “I was gonna ask about that charm on your bag, it looked like one of the characters from his games.”

You frown, looking at your bag, and realizing the Tom Nook charm you got in middle school was still on it. It wasn’t in very good shape, but you could still discern that it was Tom Nook.

“It’s Tom Nook, from Animal Crossing,” Kenma corrects, “You should know that.”

“You play,” you ask suddenly, and a bit too excited, seeing how Kenma shrinks back a bit.

He nods, slowly, afraid of setting you off, “Yeah, not so much anymore, but I still like the game.”

“Sorry,” you laugh, “None of my friends from home liked it all that much, so I’m excited to meet someone who does.”

He hesitates, and your smile falters a bit. For a second you can see him panic, though you aren’t sure why. Then, he digs into his bag and pulls out a notebook and a pen, scribbling something down sloppily as he walks. When he finishes, he tears the page out and hands it to you. It takes you a second to realize what the numbers mean, but when you do, you grin.

“You have your friend code memorized?” You ask lightly.

Again, you see him panic a little, but he plays it off well enough, “I… handed it out a lot when the game first came out.”

You hum, folding the paper up and putting it in your bag, “I’ll write mine down and get it to you tomorrow.”

“Woaaaahhhhh,” Kuroo butts in loudly, “Sharing Animal Crossing friend codes already? That’s pretty big for first-time meetings.”

Kenma groans, “I could’ve shown her the classroom myself.”

“You would’ve just made her uncomfortable with all your moping,” Kuroo shoots back.

He rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t argue any further. Kuroo grows a smug, satisfied smirk, and practically struts the rest of the way to your new classroom. He reminds you a lot of a proud cat, and you fight off the mental image of him with ears and a tail. 

Getting to the classroom was surprisingly easy, and you mentally scolded yourself for making two strangers have to guide you on such a stupid side quest like you were some kind of NPC. Two flights of stairs and three right turns took you right where you needed to be. The schedule with directions from earlier made a lot more sense now that you’ve walked it once.

“This is it!” Kuroo announces, “Not so bad, huh?”

“Yeah, sorry for making you walk me here. It’s pretty embarrassing I couldn’t figure it out myself.” You admit, rubbing the back of your head.

“It’s fine,” Kenma says, shocking both you and Kuroo, “I had a hard time getting around when I was a freshman. The schedule isn’t very helpful for navigation.”

“We were both on the way anyway,” Kuroo adds, “so meeting you was just a bonus!”

As he says that, the ten-minute bell rings above the three of you. Kuroo bids both of you farewell, making sure to give Kenma a hard time about taking care of you. It’s embarrassing to be treated like a helpless kid by a total stranger. You feel a bit guilty, so you try to apologize, but Kenma seemingly beats you to the punch.

“Sorry about him, he’s always like that,” he says, echoing Kuroo’s earlier sentiment about him.

“Oh! It’s fine, I kinda deserve it.” You dismiss with a laugh.

Kenma slides the door open, and you are both hit with a barrage of voices. Students giggle and catch up, excitedly sharing what their break was like, and what they expect the school year to be like. Kenma trudges through them with a glower, eyes glued to a desk in the corner of the room. A few people give him greetings, but he ignores them outright, which they seem to expect. You awkwardly follow behind him, trying to ignore the curious eyes of your new classmates trying to figure out who you are and why you’re in their classroom.

Kenma settles himself in his desk, and you stand by him, nervously playing with your fingers. He gives you a weird look – not quite judging you but staring curiously. Normally you would be hurt by the look, but something about it is so familiar that you feel comfortable enough to explain yourself.

“I don’t wanna take someone's desk and tear up a friend group and be known as the stupid new girl who took someone's seat on the first day like an idiot.” You say quickly.

He stares at you, head tilting, blinking like you were stupid, “Just… sit next to me.”

You blink dumbly, taking in what he said as slowly as possible, and then you plop yourself down in the desk next to him. Well, you were still embarrassed, but at least it wasn’t because you’d accidentally made yourself enemies. Avoiding Kenma’s very intense stare locked onto the side of your head, you pull out your notebook and pencil case, getting ready for the school day. You glance over your schedule one more time, humming as you take it in. Most of them were general classes like Math and English, but you also had Animal Science in the afternoon – which you had to switch classrooms for, but it would be fine you were sure.

“What’s your schedule look like?” Kenma asks suddenly close, making you jump out of your skin. You’d forgotten he was there for a second.

It takes you a moment to recover, but when you do you lean over and show him the paper, “Pretty normal stuff, but I have Animal Science fifth period in Class 1’s room.”

He hums, “We have most of our classes together except that one,” you silently praise the universe for that, “but someone I know from volleyball is in your Animal Science class.”

You’re a little disappointed that you won’t be taking it with Kenma, despite having only known him for a few minutes. But five out of six courses together wasn’t too bad. You process shortly after your disappointment that he mentioned a friend from volleyball, which strikes you as odd because he doesn’t look all that… sporty. Or social.

“Volleyball? Do you play?” you ask, trying hard not to give away your thoughts.

“Yeah. I’m not athletic at all, but Kuroo got me into it when we were in middle school and I’ve stuck with it.” He explains simply, and you feel bad for assuming things about him in the first place, “Do you like it?”

“I don’t play, but my best friends from home love it,” you reply, smiling fondly, “so I guess you could say I do.”

A little smile grows on his face, mirroring yours, and you think that he looks cuter when he's smiling, “You should come by and watch one of our practices then. If you have the free time after school.”

You nod excitedly, then remember what he said earlier about his teammate being in your class, “Your friend is in my Animal Science class?”

His face sours, and you bite back the laugh that bubbles up your throat, “I wouldn’t call him my friend – his name is Yamamoto. He’s loud and intense, and he’s probably only taking the class cause he thinks it’ll be easy fun.”

You frown a little, “It’s definitely not easy fun.”

“I know, I tried to tell him that, but he doesn’t listen to me,” he grumbles, “he’s got a stupid haircut, you’ll know him when you see him. Avoid him if you can help it.”

You laugh a little, “Thanks for the warning, Kozume.”

He blinks, and then frowns a bit, “You can just call me Kenma.”

“Wouldn’t that be rude? We just met,” you ask.

“I don’t care that much about formalities, so just call me Kenma.” He says simply.

There’s not much room for argument with him, so you nod conceding, “Okay, but you have to do the same for me.”

He also nods, a little smile lighting up his face again. He goes to say something else, but the door slides open, and your new homeroom teacher steps in and commands silence from everyone. You give him an apologetic smile, shrugging a little, before giving her your full attention.

.·:*˚¨¨ ≈★≈ ¨¨˚*:·.

Classes go by smoothly, thanks in part to Kenma catching you up on anything your old curriculum might’ve missed. Introducing yourself was as awful as it always is, but your classmates were very welcoming, so it wasn’t so bad. You eat lunch with Kenma, further discussing the many different games that you both like. You learn he and Kuroo really like Metal Gear, and when you say you’ve never played it he offers to lend you his copy (though, he seems reluctant to do so, despite him offering it in the first place). He even shows you to Class 1’s room, though he doesn’t stick around very long. “I don’t want to deal with him,” was his excuse.

You do immediately recognize this ‘Yamamoto’ person, as he’s the only person in the room with a fuzzy yellow mohawk. Like Kenma said, he was loud and intense, but you didn’t mind it too much. He reminded you a lot of Tanaka and Noya, and even though you were too shy to approach him, you were pretty confident you could handle him if he ever bothered you. 

Kenma also picked you up from class, which you weren’t expecting at all. Again, he managed to come up with an excuse. “Kuroo wouldn’t let me hear the end of it if I let you wander alone.” You don’t mention how you could find your way back to the classroom two doors down, because the sentiment of him waiting on you is sweet, and you don’t want him to be annoyed with you. Your classmates stare at the two of you like you’re insane when you walk back in together, but you try your best to pay them no mind like Kenma does so easily.

When your last class is over, the two of you head down to the front gates to meet up with Kuroo. You hold a light conversation with him, talking about whatever topic seems to interest him. Mostly video games, which makes you feel incredibly behind with all the titles he throws at you, but he assures you he’s just more into them than most people are. Shortly after you arrive, Kuroo jogs over with a smirk on his face. You feel Kenma’s dread roll off him in waves at the sight, and you give him a reassuring smile.

“Kenma took good care of you?” he asks playfully.

“She’s not a child, Kuroo,” Kenma sighs.

“You’re right,” he nods, turning his smirk to you “Did you take good care of Kenma?”

You laugh lightly, shaking your head, “He was very helpful,” you turn to said Kenma, “Thank you, by the way. You didn’t have to do all that.”

He shrugs, “It wasn’t a big deal, don’t worry about it.”

Kuroo seems to consider something for a moment before he shrugs and any comments he might’ve said are lost to time. “Which way do you live shorty?”

It takes you a second to realize he’s talking to you with the nickname, despite no one else being around, “Oh! Uh, that way.” you point in the direction you remember your house being, giving them the street name.

“Hey, that's where we live,” he exclaims, “aren’t you lucky, bumping into your neighbors this morning.”

You are lucky, you think, but you don’t want to feed into any more of his teasing, so you just shrug. You take the lead this time, much more confident on the route home than you were on the route to class. Kuroo and Kenma quickly fall back into place beside you.

“I’ve been wondering who moved into the Shirashi’s old place,” Kuroo comments absently.

“Were you close with them?” you ask.

“Nah, they were an old couple with no kids,” he sighs, “they used to make all the neighborhood kids cookies and stuff, so I’m gonna miss that.”

“They smelled weird,” Kenma adds.

“Don’t be rude!” Kuroo scolds.

You laugh, “The house does have a weird smell. Dad and I had to buy a bunch of those plug-in air fresheners when we moved in, and it’s still kinda smelly.”

“See,” Kenma says smugly.

Kuroo rolls his eyes, “I don’t like this tag-teaming that's going on right now.”

“You just don’t like being wrong,” Kenma comments flatly.

“That’s it, I’m not giving you your game back!” Kuroo declares, and Kenma prickles at the words. They bicker back and forth again for a little while, you watch with amusement. They remind you of a mother cat and her kit. You snicker at the thought of Kuroo grooming Kenma like a kitten, catching their attention long enough that they stop arguing.

You walk in a nice quiet for a few blocks, Kuroo occasionally pointing out some places he thinks you might like – Kenma adding in his two cents when he felt like it. Kenma points out a specific arcade as you walk, and Kuroo highly suggests going there sometime. As you walk you get to thinking, and you recall your conversation with Kenma during classes. Kuroo was the one who got him into volleyball, and you were a bit curious about the volleyball club yourself. Unfortunately, (or fortunately), Tanaka and Noya were very successful in their pro-volleyball brainwashing.

“Are both of you on the Volleyball team?” you ask.

Kuroo nods, puffing his chest out and jutting his thumb at it proudly, “I’m the captain! Why, are you interested in getting involved with the girls?”

You shake your head, “Nah. Kenma mentioned it, and my friends at home are interested in it, so I was curious.”

“Well, we haven’t been very successful tournament-wise in a while,” Kenma comments.

“This year is gonna be different though, I can feel it!” Kuroo jumps in, determination shining in his eyes.

“You’ve said that every year,” Kenma sighs.

“Well, I mean it this time! Our team is shaping up to be amazing, I think we could even win nationals.” He says confidently.

Kenma rolls his eyes, but you smile, “Passion like that is a good thing.”

“See? Thank you shorty, this guy doesn’t get it like us.” Kuroo teases, pointing at Kenma accusingly. 

There’s a pause, then he asks, “What about you, have you thought about clubs yet?”

You shake your head, “I wanted to do something with animals, but all the ones that are there seem kinda lame.”

Kuroo nods, “Yeah, that’s typical. Nekoma doesn’t have much variety, unfortunately.”

You hum, adjusting the strap of your bag as it moves with your shoulders. Then, suddenly, it hits you.

“Wait, why aren’t you at practice? I saw somewhere that all the teams had mandatory practice today.” You ask.

“Oh, coach let us have the first day of classes off,” Kuroo explains, “We did a training camp with the new first years over break, so he’s being generous today.”

“He’s only doing it so he can work us harder later,” Kenma grumbles.

Kuroo ignores him, thinking something over, then smiles at you, “Hey, we have practice tomorrow. Since it’s the first official one of the season, it shouldn’t be too bad. Why don’t you come to check us out.”

You stare at him like he’s grown a second head. You are a total stranger, and he’s… inviting you to watch his team practice? Sure, Kenma might’ve done the same thing earlier, but you think he was just being nice. Kuroo seems… sincere. It’s a bit odd, you wonder what his motive is. 

“What’s your motive,” you say flatly.

“Motive? I don’t have a motive!” He defends, hands flying up into the air.

Kenma returns your flat look, probing for answers himself, “You absolutely have a motive.”

Kuroo glares at the two of you, hoping one of you will break. Unfortunately for him, you were raised stubborn, and Kenma had the best poker face in all of Japan. So, with a groan, he gives up.

“Alright, alright, you got me,” he admits, “We don’t have a manager, and despite all I’ve tried I can’t get anyone to say yes.”

“So you try and harass the new girl?” You tease, earning another groan.

“Don’t make me sound like some villain. I figured it was worth a try, but I won’t force you.”

You smile at him, shaking your head, “No, no. It’s fine. I kinda miss watching my friend's team play, and I almost managed their team too, so it wouldn’t be a big deal for me.”

Both Kenma and Kuroo perk up at that.

“So you’ll do it?” Kuroo asks excitedly.

You hum, thoughtfully, “I’ll think about it. I want to see the whole team first and meet the coach, then I’ll make my decision.”

Kuroo practically leaps in the air, pumping his fist energetically in celebration. His excitement is infectious, and you feel your stomach bubble with delight at his outburst. Kenma also looks pleased, less outwardly than Kurro, however. Something about this feels… natural like you were meant to be friends with these two your whole life. Neither of them had left any room for you to feel awkward or left out, despite having only met you today. It was… nice. Comforting.

Kenma taps you on your shoulder, pulling you from Kuroo’s display, “The team can be a handful, but… I think you’ll fit in great.”

A curious part of your brain wonders how he could be so sure of that, but you shove it back in favor of smiling warmly at him. “I hope so, I could use some more friends – and a hobby.”

Kenma laughs, a real laugh, and you realize you like the sound a lot more than you probably should. Before you can dwell on it too much longer, Kuroo interrupts the thoughts with some declaration of being left out. You think you could get used to this routine.

.·:*˚¨¨ ≈★≈ ¨¨˚*:·.

The walk back to your neighborhood is about fifteen minutes, and the two boys you’re walking with make it much more interesting than your walk to school this morning. Most of it is Kuroo talking about whatever he feels like, you and Kenma nodding along with whatever he says. Kenma does talk, though. Mostly to you, mostly teasing Kuroo. It’s nice, you think. You’re still talking as you approach your gate, and you’re a bit disappointed that you have to cut your time short.

As you go to close your gate behind you, Kuroo shouts at you to wait, so you do.

“Hey, since we all live on the same street, why don’t we walk together tomorrow.” He offers.

You give Kenma a little side eye, and he shrugs, so you copy the motion, “Why not? Better than walking alone.”

He smiles, then seemingly remembers something, and pulls his phone out of his pocket. You think for a moment that his parents might’ve been scolding him for something, but then he shoves it over your gate and into your hands. You stare at it stupidly for a second, then look back at him.

“Your number, so we can keep in contact.” He explains.

You nod with a little ‘ooohhhh’, and quickly punch your number in. When you hand his phone back, he holds his hand out. Brain connecting the dots faster this time, you pull your phone out and pull up your contact list before giving it to him. Kenma peers over his shoulder as he punches in his number, then glares up at him for a long second before he hands the phone back to you.

You scroll down the contact list, seeing both Kuroo and Kenma’s numbers on your phone. You smile a little, what an odd guy. 

“Thanks, I’ll send you a message so you have my number too, Kenma.” You assure.

He nods, and then he and Kuroo are bidding you farewell. You watch them for another long moment, laughing to yourself as they bicker – no doubt about Kuroo putting Kenma’s number in your phone. You can’t help but feel a little grateful, though. You never would’ve had the confidence to ask yourself.

You sigh, turning around to enter your new house. As you open the door, Maki practically attacks you, pressing her fat little body against your legs with happy little chirps. You wonder how she’s able to move so agilely with so much extra weight on her little bones. You keep trying to put her on a diet, but when you try your dad would undo all your progress cause he feels bad for ‘starving the poor thing’. You bend down and scoop her up, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I missed you too fat girl,” you coo, closing the door behind you.

As you do that, your phone buzzes. Right on time as always, you think. You set Maki down, pull out your phone, and smile at the messages. Three from your dad, who was still at work – his new schedule had him working late almost every night, but he sent you messages at 3 o’clock on the dot without fail since you were little. It was sweet that he kept it up.

Dad: Hey sweetpea, I hope your first day was good! 

Knowing you, it was. I’m sure you have a lot to tell me.

Dad: I’ll be home late like usual, but I’ll pick us up 

something to eat before I get back. Maybe that 

one sushi place we saw the other day?

Dad: You should pick a movie for us to watch 

while we eat! Love you!

You smile. Your dad was the most amazing person in the world, and you’d bet on it too. Despite your differences, namely your disagreement with soulmates, he never let it affect your relationship. He treated you so well, and you couldn’t ask for a better father in a million lifetimes. You bet he was the best one you’ve ever had.

You: Thanks, Dad!

You: I was thinking about that new horror movie 

that came out.

You: Seems really scary

Dad: Yes! I’ve been wanting to watch it! Is it on that one 

streaming place?

You: Netflix? I think so.

You: If not, I’ll figure something out.

You: Good luck at work! Love you!

Dad: Love you too pumpkin!

You click off your phone, looks like you had a little side quest tonight. Shouldn’t be hard, so long as it’s actually on Netflix. You make your way to the living room, nearly tripping over Maki four times as she glues herself to your feet. When you manage to make it without killing yourself or your cat, you pull up Netflix on the nice new TV your old man bought you. Lucky you, the movie is on there, which saves you the trip to a video store. 

As you set the remote down, your hand bumps into your DS, and you suddenly remember promising to get Kenma your friend code. Nerves light as you pull up your account, and you can’t place why. Kenma made you the opposite of nervous so far, but sharing your friend code felt too important. Probably because of Kuroo’s teasing earlier in the day. Something about Kenma just felt… familiar. Right. Like you’ve known him for a long time – or like you should’ve known him for a long time.

You have his number pulled up and a message typed out before you know it, but you can’t get yourself to send it. It’s just one text, you scold mentally, but your thumb doesn’t move to press send. This was so unlike you, to be so flustered over someone you hardly even knew. With one last demolishing comment toward yourself in your head, you manage to press send.

You: Hi Kenma! I told you I’d send you a text, so here it is!

You: I also wanted to give you my friend code now!

You: 2946-6782-9856

Kenma: Cool, I’ll check your village out later.

You stare at the message for way too long. If he were here in person, he would stare at you with those freakishly big eyes. Chills run up your spine at the thought. 

You: Yay!

You: You can tell me what you think tomorrow.

His response doesn’t come through for a little while, and you worry you might’ve been too forward. (How in the world were you too forward? The logical side of your mind insists you’re being dramatic. The teenage girl part of you is about to beat your ass.) Then, your phone buzzes again, and you dive for it embarrassingly fast.

Kenma: Looking forward to it.

Your heart practically flips in your chest, and you re-read the text an embarrassing amount of times. In an attempt to remain semi-sane-looking, you wait a little longer to send your response. You don’t want to scare him off after the first day of knowing each other. Still, you respond a little too fast for your liking. 

You: Me too! See you then!

After sending the message, you pretty much throw your phone across the room. You can’t send any more awkward messages if you don’t have your phone. A little rude? Yeah, but it’s for the best, you reason. You were not acting like yourself, therefore you had to ‘normal’ yourself before you could continue a conversation with him. Nothing about what just happened felt normal. Are you crushing on a guy you just met? ‘That's so unlike you.’ You could hear Noya say.  You sounded like Takana! Oh God, you hoped he didn’t feel like Kiyoko. You didn’t think he was your soulmate, at the very least. You weren’t that crazy… yet. God, you were screwed, weren’t you?

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

hi bb!! i love your nekoma headcanons, you capture them so well :) also thank you for enlightening me about fukatora truly. i was wondering what would happen if nekoma got a team pet. i KNOW chaos would ensue

Aaaa thank you so much!! I mainy made this sideblog to ramble about them so im super glad someone enjoys the text posts!! :D

Team pet is a fantastic prompt oh my god, you just know Lev walks into practice one day with a stray cat in his arms and it never leaves. At first Yaku's against it ("Why would you bring that inside, it could have rabies!") but all it takes is it rubbing against his leg and purring for Yaku to be converted into a full-blown cat mom. From then on he's the one bringing toys and treats and baby talking. Kuroo makes fun of him all the time and Yaku denies it but he doesn't stop.

Kuroo's canonically a dog person but he doesn't mind the cat, I think he's the type to talk to it like its a human and have (one-sided) conversations. When the team points this out he's like "Well at least he listens to me, unlike the rest of you". He also likes to ruffle the fur on it's head, reminds him of Kenma.

Kai brings a little bed for the cat and is the one to clear out a corner of the club room for it's stuff. If Yaku is the cat mom Kai is the cat dad. Everyone's always adding stuff to the cat nook, he's a spoiled little guy

Tora tries to teach the cat tricks as if it's a dog. He's really bad at it, he just commands it to do stuff as if yelling louder will make it suddenly understand english. Kenma tries to tell him to quit it but Fukunaga stops him— "I want to see where this goes." It ends with Tora rolling around on the floor like a moron while the cat just sits there watching. Who's training who? It's a mystery.

Inuoka chases the cat around, he's always the one to get it rilled up. He's been scratched the most times (along with Lev) but he hasn't given up hope, THEY WILL BE BEST FRIENDS. The cat can sense that he's the dog of the team

Teshiro's often found mid-staring competition with the cat, not intentionally they just get locked into it. They have a silent respect for each other

Despite being the one to bring it in the first place the cat has a love-hate relationship with Lev. He's not exactly delicate and always ends up scaring it or petting too hard. When school closes for holidays he's the one to take it home

According to promotional art cats love Fukunaga, and this is no expection. He brings laser pointers to play with before practice, his favorite thing to do it point it at Tora while his back is turned and watch the chaos ensue. The laser pointer also works on Inuoka.

Kenma and the cat take naps together, it's often found curled up on his lap or stomach during breaks. Very cute, the team has taken a lot of pictures

Petting the cat is Shibayama's stress relief after practice matches, especially once the 3rd years graduate and he's the main libero. He does this before games to get in the right headspace too, it's become a routine.

The cat is basically team mascot and it's in all their group photos. Their not allowed to bring it on the bus but whenever another school comes for a practice match they're sure to show him off.

Ok thats all woo pets!!

[trans-ace-lee]

That Darn Cat

Author's Note: So sorry for the very, very, very late upload and me being almost nonexistent on this website. In short, a bunch of life changes happened, and I 1000% don't get paid enough to do as much work as I have to do.

Thanks for being so patient with me. This a sequel to Wow Fantasstic Baby and is a product of my brain just going feral. If that what it takes to write fics, then that's what it is, I guess.

Tagging @myreygn @otomiya-tickles @ticklishfanart and a special shoutout to @parker-fluff for being my test subject to @italeean (I hope this is a nice wake up call Elle).

It was no secret that Tsukishima was an observant person. Both on and off the court, his teammates and friends know that although he doesn’t say much, he’s always watching and thinking. Thus, it came to no one’s surprise that he had picked up on a substantial amount of Kuroo’s likes, dislikes, routines, and habits in the few months they had been dating.

Despite the latter’s mess of a hairstyle, Tsukishima had found that he loves running his fingers through Kuroo’s hair and scratching at the base of Kuroo’s neck; his boyfriend, of course, loves it too. He adores the way Kuroo melts into his touch and how Kuroo hums under his breath, recording these little moments in his heart to be played over and over again until the day comes when he can’t remember.

Tsukishima isn’t the kind of person for grand gestures. He shows his love through small, handcrafted gifts made from the leftover scraps from Yamaguchi’s many art projects, daily updates about what he’s doing, sending pictures, finding scented candles that remind him of his loved ones, and reminders about important dates like quizzes and doctor’s appointments.

But lately, Tsukishima notices that the third year’s replies to text messages and phone calls decrease in frequency. It’s not as if he doesn’t understand. Third years have college entrance exams, plus his duties as a volleyball captain with a team going to nationals. He has his own exams and volleyball practice to attend to. Sure, he wants Karasuno to beat Nekoma if given the chance, but he plans on giving his boyfriend a needle-felt cat and maybe a kiss, no matter the outcome.

Instead of mourning the time he’s losing and whining to his boyfriend to pay attention to him, he finds himself worried about Kuroo because he knows that trying too hard not to let go is like trying to hold onto wet sand. And, yet part of him is still insecure because this is his first relationship, and he’s terrified of messing everything up. He has a small but strong support system, but they’re people who know the deeper parts of him that he hides behind walls.

After blurting these fears out loud on accident while talking with Kenma to double-check if his observations are correct, Tsukishima finds himself with a free bus ticket to Tokyo. During the many hours it takes to get from Miyagi to Tokyo, he can’t help but think he’ll see a side of Kuroo that he’s never seen before.

Regardless, he wants the latter to open up to him and show him every side, the bad, the sad, the ugly, the calm, the cheerful, and everything in between. In time, he hopes to do the same.

This afternoon, on the rare day that Kuroo takes a break from studying, his boyfriend is practically sprawling on top of Tsukishima’s lap while Tsukishima runs his fingers through the former’s hair.

“I want, uh, want to do something for you,” Tsukishima says, his face heating up a little as he breaks the silence in the room.

“Hmm?” Kuroo mumbles in response, “But you already do so much for me, love.”

Tsukishima debates hiding his face behind his hands. He absolutely adores how Kuroo still makes him feel like a giddy little kid, as surprising as it is to imagine him that way (Yamaguchi won’t stop making fun of him, not that he minds).

“I know…” He takes a deep breath and leans down to plant a kiss on the back of Kuroo’s neck. “You’ve been really stressed lately, and I just want to help relieve your pain in any way I can.”

Kuroo pushes himself up on his forearms so he can look Tsukishima in the eye. Kuroo’s gaze is filled with such warmth and understanding that Tsukishima falls in love with him over and over again. No matter Tsukishima’s limited and feeble attempts to comfort his boyfriend, Kuroo always treats him with such kindness and grace, letting him warm up at his own speed. He admits that opening up again is hard, but he’s willing to do it for Kuroo.

“All right. What do you want me to do, then?”

Tsukishima bites his lip. Okay, maybe he hasn’t thought this through enough. He tries to think of something, anything that he can do to erase the tension lines in his lover’s face and the stiffness in his lover’s shoulders, until a small voice in the back of his mind has him fighting back a smirk. “Can you lie down on your stomach?”

“Like this?” Kuroo asks, stretching himself out on Tsukishima’s bed with his arms crossed over his head.

Tsukishima slings his right leg over Kuroo’s body and sits down on his butt.

“Ooh. I think I’m going to like this.”

This time Tsukishima actually smirks now that Kuroo can’t see him. He expects his boyfriend to squirm or even at least twitch when he squeezes Kuroo’s sides. What he doesn’t expect is to hear a loud shriek followed by rapid giggling. “I’m just trying to give you a back massage, darling. Won’t you be good and stay still for me?”

The only response he gets is a shaky fuck off.

“Tch. I guess someone better teach this naughty cat a lesson.” He grins at the way Kuroo immediately starts squirming at his words. “Oh? The flirty tom cat can’t take what he dishes out. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you to behave.”

Okay.

Tsukishima knows he should feel a little guilty, but his boyfriend’s squeaks and snorts of protest as his drums his fingers on Kuroo’s sides. But he loves the way the latter shakes his head from side to side, making his bed hair even messier than usual. Scratch that, he kind of loves everything about the figure cackling even harder than Tsukishima had been before when he skitters up Kuroo’s ribs.

“Naaahaahahat there,” the latter begs, trying to grab Tsukishima’s hands.

Kuroo fails every time.

“Hmmmmm?” he says while alternately poking each side of his lover’s ribs just to see him jump. “Then…how about here?”

The cackling gets replaced by a long howl that’s almost painful to his ears.

Good.

He snickers. “Attention neighbors of this small apartment with hopefully thick walls, I need to report a murder. Cause of death some fingers resting on a set up very, very, very ticklish underarms.”

Leaning down next to Kuroo’s left ear, Tsukishima asks, “Left, right or both.”

And he thought his boyfriend was a little sadistic when Tsukishima was getting tickled the last time.

“FUUHUCK,” Kuroo screams, his arms clamped to his sides.

“Oh, it can’t be that bad. I’m not even doing anything.” Tsukishima squints at the shiny dot on his lover’s face. “Wait? Is that a tear I see?”

Kuroo whines.

Tsukishima, with some strength he didn’t even know he had, flips the latter over and pins Kuroo’s hands over his head. “Nope. That absolutely won’t do. I want to see that cute face of yours.”

It takes everything in him not to coo at his boyfriend on the spot as he looks down with a soft smile on his face. Kuroo’s face is flushed, more so than any match he’s seen him in. He relishes the way Kuroo tries in vain to hide his face in his arms. Even the bright red color of his ears matches his face.

Kuroo is so hot like this.

Another squeak of protest breaks the silence.

Tsukishima’s smirk returns at the sound. “Sounds like someone is a fan of that.”

“Nohohoooo.” Kuroo replies, now giggling and squirming from anticipation.

“Now, raise your arms above your head and keep them there.”

“WHAT,” his lover squawks, mouth agape.

He plants a kiss on Kuroo’s forehead. “You heard me love. Or…do I need to do something a little more drastic?”

“I-Ihii…whaaa…?” Kuroo replies, his face growing redder and redder by the second.

“Cat got your tongue? Don’t worry I have an even better idea for you.” He uses one hand to pin both of his lover’s wrists and uses the other hand to grab the latter’s chin so they’re looking at each other. “Please move dow-no, you will move down so I can sit on those pesky arms of yours.”

Somehow Kuroo’s face grows even redder at the command but scoots down like he’s told, albeit while glaring at Tsukishima. Nope. Tsukishima is definitely not proud of himself for that one. Not at all.

Turning around, yet still keeping a strong grip on Kuroo’s wrists, he uses his right leg to pin his boyfriend’s right arm and his left leg to pin his boyfriend’s left arm until he’s more or less just kneeling on them. “Yes…Yes, this is much better,” he says with a low hum that rumbles in his chest.

Kuroo pouts up at him. It’s so fucking adorable that Tsukishima wants to take a picture, so he does as the former only pouts harder at the action. “You don’t want to bully your poor boyfriend, do you? You wouldn’t do something like this to him, would you?”

“Sorry, dear.” He uses his right hand to massage circles onto the base of Kuroo’s neck. The all-familiar hum follows as he moves up the back of the latter’s head and kneads on his scalp.

Once Kuroo is sufficiently relaxed, he digs a single finger into the center of Kuroo’s right underarm. His lover almost leaps off the bed with a high-pitched squeal. It’s music to his ears.

“SHIHIIT,” Kuroo screams before breaking into desperate laughter and flopping around like a fish out of water.

“Now you’re just being dramatic,” Tsukishima teases, “It’s just one little finger. How bad could it be?”

“IIIHIIT’S BAAHAHAD." His boyfriend’s legs wave back and forth in a frantic matter, reminiscent of something straight out of a horror movie.

Kuroo has many sides, sides that Tsukishima has yet to see, but he thinks this might be his favorite. In everyday life, both on and off the court, his lover is calm, cool, and poised. This side of Kuroo is a wild beast he can’t wait to tame. He wants to learn which buttons he can push, and perhaps what his boyfriend will do in return.

“Hmm? I don’t know. I think you can get more desperate than this. I guess we’ll just have to see, then.”

“FUUHUCK OFFF!” Kuroo tries to hiss but it ends up sounding like the high-pitched sound of a tea kettle going off.

Tsukishima settles into a rhythm. Alternating between left and right with a single finger right in the center has Kuroo practically wailing. Spidering around the edges until little hiccups and snorts start to filter through his lover’s laughter. Raking his fingers from the middle of Kuroo’s ribs up to the bottom of his biceps makes him blubber and babble like a brook filled with rocks of all shapes and sizes.

And, once Kuroo almost gets used to the pattern, he wiggles all five fingers into each underarm which has the former straight up screaming like he’s being murdered.

After the nth round of this routine, because Tsukishima has all but forgotten…oops, Kuroo’s begging and pleading becomes incoherent.

“FUUHUHUUU! NGHHHH! NAAAAA MOHORE!”

“Really, more?” Tsukishima asks. “Don’t forget, you asked for this.”

Tears stream down his boyfriend’s face as his laughter finally goes silent. “I…c…an’t…”

“Okay. Okay. I think you’ve had enough, silly,” Tsukishima replies with a chuckle, crawling off Kuroo’s arms and helping the latter sit up. Biting his lip, he says, “I didn’t take it too far, did I?”

“What!” Kuroo squawks, waving his hands in front of his chest and then covering his face with his hands. “No. no. I…uh…kindoflikedit.”

Oh.

Oh.

“Say it again.”

Kuroo tries to hide his face in his hands again. “Nooooo,” he whines. “You already heard it once. I’m not saying it again.”

“Oh come on,” Tsukishima says, bending down to give his boyfriend another kiss, “Be good and tell me again, clearly this time. I want to hear every word.”

Another sound akin to a wheezing kettle comes out of his lover’s mouth. “Oh. My. God. You can’t just say stuff like that.”

 “But I can, and I will,” Tsukishima replies. He could get used to this. Kuroo all flustered for him. “Now say it.”

“Nooooooo.”

“I’m waiting.”

“...Fine.” Kuroo takes a deep breath. “I. Liked…it.”

 “Well…I guess that makes two of us, then,” Tsukishima peppering Kuroo’s face with kisses until his boyfriend is giggling. 

“As long as I get to get my revenge, of course.” Kuroo reaches over to squeeze Tsukishima’s thigh just to hear him squeak.

If he was a different person, he would be pouting, but he settles on prying his lover’s hands away from his face and planting a kiss upon his lips.

“But…We need a safe word or something, so we know for sure if we go too far,” Kuroo says after their lips part, his voice coming out more breathy than normal.

“Mhmm. Yeah. I don’t want to actually kill my boyfriend.”

Kuroo glares back at him in a playful manner. “Based on today, you’re sure as hell going to get as close to that as possible.”

“You love me anyways,” Tsukishima replies while pulling Kuroo into his arms.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

[adorerinn]

hii!!! (๑>◡<๑)

can i request a matchup?

- i go by she/her and would like to be paired with a guy

- i like somebody that can put up with me, i prefer quiet guys instead of loud and really outgoing ones, i would like someone that would just listen to me yap （＾_＾）

- i’m pretty extroverted and optimistic !! i tease and make stupid jokes a lot

- i play the bass guitar, i love jazz and indie music so much :3 and i love film! i want to be a movie director someday

- my giving love language is gift giving… and i love to receive acts of service

- my dream date is probably to go to a few cute stores and go to a cafe afterwards *\(^o^)/*

I match you with Kenma Kozume!

✧ Kenma is definitely the quiet type and is more on the introverted side

✧ He is for sure more of a listener and not much of a talker but he will listen to every tiny detail and remember the things you mention and talk about

✧ although he is more of introvert and a little pessimistic he will absolutely adore your extroverted and optimistic in his life (he just needs that sunshine person almost like Hinata)

✧ if you were to tease him he would act annoyed but probably thinks it's the cutest thing ever and thinks it's funny because he's just so lame so he needs a bit of a tease in his life

✧ would for sure laugh at your jokes no matter what even if it's just a chuckle or a smile he will always be happy hearing your jokes

✧ sits somewhere around you playing his games while he hears you bass guitar (it calms him and claims it helps him play better and beat levels on his games)

✧ likes your dream of wanting to be a movie director and would support you until you achieve your goal

✧ would probably watch a bunch of movies with you. he just likes to sit around and do nothing besides just watching a movie and being comfy.

✧ would appreciate every gift and always thanks you for them. he most likely keeps them all on his desk and has them laying around there somewhere

✧ he's a very quiet and calm guy so he would probably do small things for you like remind you of things if you forget and get you small snacks

✧ enjoys walking around town going to stores with you. he will most likely pay for the things you get just be nice

✧ probably takes you to a cat themed cafe to get a nice drink (bro probably gets a hot chocolate I just know it)

✧ overall I think you and Kenma would be the absolute perfect match and you know what they say opposites attract!

hiii! I hope you enjoyed your match up :D don't be scared to request again!

[ayoharuko]

Haikyuu Boyfriend Headcanons

Hello welcome back! :3

Make way for our cat boys~

I hope you guys enjoy this one :3

Including: Kuroo, Yaku, Kenma & Lev

A little mention of fem reader at kuroo’s and yaku’s part sorry about that :)

Also a little suggestive at Kenma’s part hehehehe~

A little cursing as well, hope u don't mind I certainly couldn't help myself lol

REMINDER: These characters don’t belong to me they belong to Haruichi Furudate and as always maybe some these headcanons aren’t too accurate so pls don’t take them too seriously :3

(Nekoma Ver)

~Amazing bedhair~ (Tetsurō Kuroo)

~Flirty Boyfriend~

- Kuroo is that one boyfriend who you think doesn't take your relationship seriously but actually does lol

- He smacked your butt in public once. I’m surprised you haven't broken up with him-

- All jokes aside though, He’s a good boyfriend. If your having problems with homework feel free to call him up so he can help you with it, If you do good...he just might give you a reward~

- The thing about this man is that he’s too..bold and..direct about things...like he doesn't have any shame to show affection to you in public! Honestly it can either be a blessing or a curse idk you guys decide

- You guys would often fight because of his ‘snide remarks’ but trust me..he’s working on it! He really loves you and wants to show you that his serious about your relationship so..be patient please :3

- We all know Kuroo LOVES long hair so if you do....he’ll always be touching it He'll always be brushing his hand down your hair and he’ll even learn how to braid hair just for you~!

- Another one who’ll MELT if you cook something for them...I headcanon that this man is a foodie and he’ll beg for you to make him lunch everyday! The type to brag at his teammates about this lol

- Loves to tease you, Sorry he’s a demon T-T

Nicknames: Baby, Chibi-chan, Honey and Babe

~Scenario Time:

Right now you were at your home doing homework peacefully...well not that peacefully when a certain someone keeps calling you, messaging you and throwing rocks at your window. That person..is your boyfriend Tetsurō Kuroo.

You were..mad at him right now..why your mad at him you ask? Well...he smacked your butt infront of his team...really..THE AUDACITY TO DO THAT

You were sooo mad at him....and..you were planning to ignore him till tomorrow...he wasn’t gonna convince you to forgive him nononono...heh let him wait..

Several hours later...

So much for ignoring him....you were both now cuddling on your bed, him kissing and saying apologizes to you...this man....

You can never get mad at him....

~Demon-senpai~ (Morisuke Yaku)

 ~Caring Boyfriend~

- The type to get mad at you for not sleeping or eating well, What? His your boyfriend his supposed to take care of you..so quit whining and let him take care of you!

- If you ask to make lunch for you he will...his a very amazing cook and he will make you bento’s everyday. Such malewife material~

- His team will tease him about you but all they get is a scary glare from yaku...welp! Better not tease him then ahahaha!

- He would always text or call you everyday asking if your doing fine, how are you or just need anything in general~

- He loves being big spoon...he feels like even with his height his still protecting you..so don’t you dare tease him or your sleeping on the couch tonight lol

- He’ll offer to tutor you if you struggle at a particular subject, don't worry...somehow whenever he tutors you, you actually pass-

- If you have short hair expect him to ruffle your hair a lot, its like you’re his junior even when you both are both the same grade. Honestly he finds it adorable when you whine about how he’ll ruin your hair lol

- He’s more nice to you more then his own team and their kinda jealous tbh :D

- 10/10 boyfriend and 10/10 future husband~<3

Nicknames: Hon, Sweetheart, idiot, dumbass and dummy

~Scenario Time:

Oh noooo....you forgot your lunch today...

You sigh lay your head on your desk, tummy rumbling of hunger...if only you weren't in such a hurry maybe then you could have remembered to bring your precious food~

‘’This is the worse...’’ You mumbled under your breath 

‘’You forgot your lunch didn’t you, you idiot?’’ A voice which sounded irritated asked ‘’Yea..wahhh I'm so hungry yaku!’’ You whine at your boyfriend who only gave you a deadpan look lol

He sighs and places a..bento? on your desk

‘’Here...I had leftovers so I packed extras..y-you can have them..’’ Your boyfriend said with a cute blush...

You widen your eyes and kissed your boyfriend on the cheek s a ‘thank you’ at him and gobbling in the food he cooked! Which you knew he made for you..he’s only shy lol-

~Gamer kitty~ (Kenma Kozume)

~Shy/Bold Boyfriend~

- He’s shy..yet a little bold...he wants to experience these new things with you and he tries to take the first steps but..he’s a little shy

-Every once in a while he’s gonna go for a kiss on your cheek because he feels bold and then the next after he’ll start blushing like a tomato hehehe

- Expect to have game dates or at home dates more often, we all know he isn’t a big extrovert :)

- Acts like a cat....when you give him head pats either he leans onto your touch or he blushes and just looks down, If he’s jealous he’ll come up behind you and start glaring at the said person who is making him jelly~

- For his bold side...he’s always honest on what he feels for you and how he wants to express it (does it with bright blushes on his face)

- He’ll try to hold your hands in public without freaking out inside, he’ll try to kiss you on the cheek in public to show your his lol

- His shy side consist of him shyly asking you if your free to hang out or simply saying ‘I love you’s’ to you and many other things~

- He’ll always try to go easy on you whenever you guys are playing a game together so he’ll definitely let you win on purpose sometimes, He just wants to see you smile :3

- Buys you expensive stuff...whatever his baby wants, his baby gets~~~

- HE’S A MAJOR FUN OF CUDDLING YOU CAN’T TELL ME OTHERWISE -//-

- When y'all play Minecraft together expect him to place your beds together, give you flowers, heck...he probably mines diamonds without you so he can surprise you with a full set of armor!

- If you guys play Genshin..well...expect lots of whaling, carrying, drama and battles on whose characters are better lol, he would challenge you to a Genius Invocation TCG duel with bets of course~

- He’s shy, bold and the BEST gamer cat boyfriend out there...what else are ya gonna ask??

Nicknames: Pudding and kitten(That’s it, I couldn't think of anything-)

~Scenario Time:

I can't believe this....I lost to Kenma again!

For context...Genshin’s Genius Invocation TCG has finally come out....so Kenma and me decided to try it out obviously..but I didn't know it has come to this....

At first it was an innocent bet..but now..its...its a little....embarrassing

‘’Hm..pudding are you getting nervous?’’ Your kitty boyfriend asked smiling smugly at you...

Oh how you wanted to wipe that smug look on his face! But damn...why does he sound so hot when his bold???

You sigh and continued battling him....

You.....YOU LOST!?

‘’Oops...kitten..hehehe..I'll be coming over so I can get my reward...see you~’’ He left the game and your discord as well...

Oh no.......you’re in deep shit

~Tall~ (Lev Haiba)

~Himbo Boyfriend~

- Annoying cute of a himbo he is...why do you love this lovable idiot again? oh yea..because his dumb and cute....

- He LOVES to tease you about your height intentionally and unintentionally....ya can’t really smack him cuz he’s tall as fuck T-T

- His sister thinks you’re adorable! She definitely teases you both lol but she also helps you pick clothes if you need help on what to wear for you and lev’s dates and she will GLADLY help you with makeup :) she also helps lev with his clothes lol

- Call her ‘Nee-san’ and she WILL FORCE HER PARENTS to get you both married already even when you guys are like still underaged to do so-

- Despite him being a huge himbo, he’s a gentleman. He’s big sis taught him how to treat a lady right so he’ll open doors for you, pull your seat out, and be very respectful towards you. Don’t mind his teasing however lol

- Has accidentally thrown a ball to your face....don’t worry! He apologize and gave you many forehead/face kisses :)

- Hides behind you despite being tall 0-0, especially when Yaku’s chasing him-

- He LOVES carrying you around! In his arms you look so smol that he just wants to pick you up and cash you in his arms~

- He tries to flirt with you, Kuroo told him some cheesy pickup lines and he tried them on you and....lets just say you were left cringing :D

- Expect tutor dates, he’s dumb what do you want him to do? Don’t worry...surprisingly he’s easy to teach :)

Nicknames: My shortie (lol that’s all)

~Scenario Time:

You and Lev were gonna be having a date today...but...he was currently running late...he doesn't even have practice so how is he late!?

You were honestly starting to get pissed...but your anger boiled down when you heard someone calling out to you....

You looked at the direction where your name was being called and my god...he’s beautiful...

‘’I...I'm sorry for being late y/n-san!’’ Lev said while panting leaning over apologetically ‘’I-...’’ You were speechless...he’s so pretty...

After catching his breath he stood up straight and you asked him why he was late. ‘’Ah! Well...nee-san wanted to help with my outfit because the one I wore before changing was ‘ugly’ she said’’ Lev explained 

Ah...your definitely gonna thank Alisa for this...

‘’Well...you’re forgiven for being late...’’ You said smiling up at him before holding his hand before a mischievous smile replaces your previous one....

‘’But...you’ll have to pay for the food and buy me ice cream!’’ You declared pulling him towards where you wanna eat with Lev yelling protests...

Hehehehehe...you could get used to this~

OMG THIS TOOK TOO LONG T’T

I hope u guys like this one with our Nekoma boy’s~

See u guys on my next post!~ Edited by: @purpi-narwhale​

Reblogs and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

[linkemon]

Two player game (Kozume Kenma x Reader)

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Other oneshots can be found here.

ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ ɪꜱ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴘᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ. ʟᴜᴄᴋɪʟʏ, ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ, "ᴡᴀꜰꜰʟᴇꜱ ᴠꜱ ᴘᴀɴᴄᴀᴋᴇꜱ", ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ. ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇʙᴏꜱꜱ63…

Additional information: 1. This is a Youtuber AU (although in theory Kenma canonically became a YouTuber, just much later). 2. All comments under Kenma's stream are part of the fun game with my readers. They made them up for the purpose of the shot. 3. Game Waffles vs Pancakes was completly made up just for the purpose of this oneshot. Originally it was a different kind of food but I couldn't translate it to sound good.

— Honey, please lock the house. — Kenma’s mom stuck her head out the door. — And don’t play all night!

The boy grunted something like an confirmation. She always said the same thing when she left for the night shift. He shuffled after her, turned the key in the lock and ran back upstairs as fast as he could. 

He put his books back on the shelf. He had studied enough. His class probably hadn't even memorized half of the material. Kozume sighed in satisfaction. He finally had the evening to himself. He stopped by the store on his way home from school. He bought snacks especially for the occasion. Kenma took them out of the cabinet. He also turned on his computer. He had only had a new PC for a week. He was still as happy as a child when he turned it on. He had chosen the parts himself, including the graphics card. All so that he could play games in even better quality than before. He sat comfortably in his old armchair (he didn't have enough money for a new one but the seat was fine). 

He threw in a notification about the stream, then checked to see if the program was capturing the image. All that was left was to put on the headphones and he was ready.

He double-clicked on the icon he already knew well. A quiet, cheerful melody rang in his ears. The words Waffles vs Pancakes appeared on the screen. He smiled involuntarily at the sight of the login screen against the background of the red and white tablecloth. 

Login: Silent_Cat 

Password: ****** 

His nickname pretty much reflected the way he ran his business. He didn't talk much. He was aware that he had a talent for being a gamer. Quick reflexes and well-developed strategic thinking were his strengths. However, he never really shined when it came to interpersonal relationships. Because of that, he couldn't talk like many famous YouTubers. But that didn't bother him. For some reason, people found it an interesting way to break away from the mainstream. They came to him to watch him play. He enjoyed it. As long as there were people who enjoyed him, he was going to continue. 

He glanced at the clock. Kenma had plenty of time. He had planned a challenge for today and intended to play a hundred matches. He thought it would be a good way to motivate himself. There were some interesting moves since the recent update. He hadn't learned all of them yet.

He liked this game. The idea itself seemed very cute to him. At the beginning, there was a lucky draw. There were two options — a waffle or a pancake. New skins were added all the time but he liked the black version of the dough with cat ears the most. He almost always chose it. He loved cats. Plus, going to Nekoma meant something.

After the introduction, it was time to choose the mode and an opponent. For now, there was only the option to play against a friend or someone selected by the system. The creators announced additional possibilities but they were only a small team. Everything took time. Besides, he didn't expect miracles from a completely free game. 

The condition of victory was to defeat the opponent in the battle for the plate. There were many attacks and special items. Despite this, the fight itself did not have complicated rules. It was both friendly to new players and challenging to more experienced ones. Pleasant, pastel graphics and short turns made it hard to tear yourself away from it. It was incredibly addictive. 

That's how Kenma spent a few hours in the company of his (newly) favourite game. He didn't even notice when it got completely dark outside. The only light besides the monitor was the colourful keyboard. He pressed pause. The fiftieth game meant a break. His bladder was showing signs of its weakness. It was all because of how much Sangria and energy drinks he had drunk. 

He glanced at the chat. It was chaos as usual.

cekoladowyjogalik: First in the comments! 

tykmiocienieruchawy: Wake the  fuck  up  Cat , we  have  a pancake to burn!

AgusiaSzczygie: I wish everyone who reads this a nice day/evening <3 

CzwartaFata: Remember to stay hydrated, my dears

ksiadzpedophile-: ratJam KIWKA ratJam KIWKA ratJam KIWKA ratJam KIWKA ratJam KIWKA ratJam 

tapsychopatka: TATAKAEEEEEE

tykmiocienieruchawy2 :   Mmm pancakes <3

CzwartaFata2 : Respect for waffles!

Gimper : If you do a somersault I'll give you 5k ¥  via donate

ksiadzpedofil-numer_2: When will you play Haikyuu? 

JojoSiwa: Shit

sewing.machine: Show us your socks! 

The comments were coming so fast that he found himself tearing away from them. He wouldn't have been able to keep up with them all. 

Before he knew it, the hundredth match had come. His eyes were sore from staring at the screen for so long. He rubbed his eyelids. It was well after midnight. Tomorrow, at the Japanese, Kuroo will have a hard task — keeping him awake. He already felt sorry for his friend. If only Yaham-sensei didn't get the idea to quiz him on the last lesson. Nothing will save him. He yawned, realizing that the system had finished the drawing. 

Player Found — UltimateBoss63

He hadn't lost a single game in ninety-nine games. He felt proud. He was aware of the matchmaking system's flaws. He had more than one account, so his ranking didn't reflect his skill. Still, the hours he spent practicing were his. The effort and work were real.

This time he became a pancake. The figure twitched its ears and went on the attack. Kenma used his favourite dough kick but the attack was repelled. Similarly with his signature pistol and karate chop combo. He tried three different strategies. The combos didn't help. He had enough time to defend himself but he couldn't land a punch. Kozume felt the thought of defeat slowly forming in his head. He was counting on some miraculous reversal of his bad streak. There was half a minute left and UltimateBoss63 was still on the plate. Stupid nickname, he thought angrily. The guy on the other side of the screen was probably laughing at him now.

He rarely lost his composure. But if anything could do that, it was the games. He slapped the keyboard angrily. He felt bad. He felt like he had been unnecessarily happy at first. If he hadn't set his mind to it, the disappointment wouldn't have been so great. He hadn't planned to win every time but since he had come this far, he could end the night with a win. Instead, he had lost five to one. 

UltimateBoss63: gg 

Good game? He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. Someone was mocking him harshly. The overwhelming advantage of his opponent was undeniable. He tried to find positives but it only came out that now he had to learn a dozen new combinations and counterattacks. He had picked up a few things from him. 

UltimateBoss63 sent a friend request. 

He threw the mouse on the table. Now he was really pissed… 

He looked at the comments. The chat had gone crazy. Both because of the loss in the last match and because of the opponent. He noticed a few hateful statements and some spam. It was high time to recruit moderators. 

Linky-chan: Will you ever get back at them? 

This caused a ripple. Everyone was clamoring for another fight. For the sake of peace, he chose Accept Invitation. Because how else would he find this person again? 

— I’ll get even when I get a million subscribers — he replied sourly. 

By that he meant never. He didn't see his future in YouTube or Twitch. It was a hobby he devoted his free time to outside of volleyball but he didn't see it as a source of income. Especially since his audience was tiny. The market giants set trends. He wasn't one of them. 

— Kenma, you're still awake? — the father called, drawn by the light outside his son's door. 

— That's all for today. Thanks for your time. Silent Cat signing out! 

He turned off the recorder and the monitor and got into bed in his clothes. He pulled the covers up to his chin, trying to breathe evenly. Dad went into the room. The creaking panels made themselves known. The man stood for a moment, listening, then walked away. 

At that moment, Kozume thought that this would be the end of his acquaintance with Boss. End with an accepted invitation to be friends at Waffles vs Pancakes… 

Kenma made a basket with his hands, softly bouncing the ball. He and Kuroo still came here to practice. Even if technically they didn't have to do it anymore. Force of habit. 

The spring break was looking good. There was young green everywhere. The grass was growing thicker and thicker. The cherry blossoms danced in the air, giving off a pleasant scent. The sun was slowly setting below the horizon. The slight chill made him glad he had brought his jacket. The crickets were chirping, filling the silence more and more boldly. There was something calming about the sight of the familiar stairs and the old netting. As well as the mechanical movements that came so easily after years. 

And yet this spring has somehow not been peaceful at all. Quite the opposite. 

— Are you going to play volleyball in the future? — Tetsurō asked. 

— I haven't decided yet — the boy replied. — From what I've read, there's a team at the university, but...

It won't be the same. He didn't have to finish the sentence. His friend understood what he wanted to say. Nekoma would always be their true team. The people they had created memories with. They had shared victories and defeats together. They had shed sweat, blood and tears. They had achieved so much. At the thought of everything slowly falling apart, he felt sorrow in his heart. 

It might not happen right away. They would definitely meet up a few times to play a few games. They would still write to each other from time to time. Maybe they would even invite each other to important functions when the opportunity arose. But over time, the bond would weaken. He knew that but it didn't make the pain any less. 

His family and friends kept telling him it was normal. After all, it wasn’t every day that you graduated from high school. Letting go of so many things that meant so much to him was hard. He didn’t like change. The idea of ​​having to rebuild his life from scratch terrified him. Becoming an adult brought a bit of excitement but not enough to completely eliminate the fear. 

— If life doesn't work out for you, you can always become a YouTuber! — Kuroo laughed. 

Moving away from home. New people, new places, new things to learn. Just the thought of it made something inside him turn. 

— Maybe I would if someone wanted to watch me — he sighed. 

For some time now, he had been having moments of doubt. He had invested a huge amount of time in games and related activities. On one hand, it brought him joy. On the other hand, however, there was no tangible benefit. Something he could brag about. He wanted to feel that it was worth doing. Preparing for exams took him a lot of time. Because of this, the channel had been stagnant for some time. Streams appeared less often than before. He tried to upload videos regularly but he didn't always manage. He wondered if it was worth continuing. 

— Poor Kozume-chan. — Tetsurō pretended to wipe away a tear. — The fame has gone to his head and a hundred thousand subscribers aren't enough for him.

— What are you talking about now? — He caught the ball, interrupting the exercise. 

His friend looked at him with a piercing gaze. The Nekoma captain really did resemble a cat sometimes. 

— Are you asking seriously? 

He was answered by a nod. 

— Dude, what have you been doing for the last three days? — He pulled out his phone and started typing something into the search engine. 

You could see some thumbnails. He must have opened YouTube. 

— I was doing everything.

There was nothing specific behind that phrase. He went shopping and to the cinema. He went out for cake with friends and helped his mother around the house. The same as always but in a different way. 

— Everything but Internet? 

— Yeah — he agreed. 

He did a detox. He had never tried it before but the timing couldn't have been better. He decided to try it mainly because of the uncertainty of his future life. If he had a few things to think about, he didn't want to get distracted. 

— That explains a lot — his friend said. 

He shoved the phone under his nose. Kenma pushed his blond hair out of his face and looked at the small screen. It was showing a video from the biggest YouTuber on the market — Pewdiepie. He was about to ask what he needed it for when he suddenly understood. At the end, there were thanks to Silent Cat. To him! He got a huge compliment for his series of guides to Waffles vs Pancakes. The channel was linked. The time stamp didn't lie. At least a dozen million people must have seen it. 

— You’ve hit a hundred thousand and you don’t even know it! — Tetsurō slapped him on the back. 

He was laughing his head off, holding his stomach. A mother with a child passing by on the road looked at him like he was crazy. 

Kozume tucked the ball under his arm and ran towards the stairs. 

— Where are you going? — the boy called after him, trying to control his laughter. 

— That's the end of my internet break! I'm going to check it out! 

He sped home at a speed he never thought he could muster. He had trained with the rest of Nekoma but endurance had never been his strength.

He fired up the device, put on his headphones and began to review the statistics. In recent days, interest in his channel had increased. He was pleasantly surprised to see that these were not empty numbers. Many comments were being left. 

The more he watched the whole thing, the more he noticed the success of his favourite game. It seemed that the popularity of the war between the dough characters was growing at an alarming rate. And his channel, which was largely built on it, was rising along with it. 

He felt his motivation return. His doubts had given way to euphoria. He was going to stick with his newfound determination. He would use the time before moving to central Tokyo. He would develop the channel and then see. 

There was only one thing left for him to do — play Waffles vs Pancakes.

And so his gaming night began. He couldn't remember the last time he spent so much time in front of the computer. His eyes protested because he forgot to take breaks but he didn't give up. This was the time to polish his skills. Besides, the new people on the stream gave him strength. He didn't want to waste the opportunity. Many of them seemed to be having as much fun as he was. 

It was only his father who called him to order. 

— Kenma, it's five in the morning. Go to sleep. 

— I’m an adult — he replied, rubbing his eyes. 

— First of all, you will always be my child. Second, as long as you live under my roof, you go to bed at normal hours. — With that, he left. 

The boy sighed. His father was right. As always. He wondered what would happen once he became a student and his support disappeared. Would he turn into a sleep-deprived, living corpse? He almost shuddered at the thought. Cooking, cleaning, bills… Soon, all of this would become a daily occurrence. 

— Last match — he whispered into the microphone. 

He chose to connect with a random friend. He had a full list for a long time. It was faster to search like that. It also made it easier to match people of similar level. Even if official updates had long since patched up bugs in that regard. Force of habit. 

Player Found — UltimateBoss63

The teenager racked his brain. The avatar looked familiar. He scanned the profile for the last time they played together. The date went back three years. The ranking was in the top hundred (just like his own). Only then did he realize who his opponent was. 

He briefly considered canceling the game but who would he be if he didn't try? He wasn't going to chicken out. 

To say the fight was fierce would be an understatement. Neither player wanted to give up even a scrap of the plate. They traded blows over and over again. The late hour and fatigue did not work in Kozume's favour. He decided to pretend to be worse than he was, so that he could attack later with strong weapons. The strategy seemed to work but he failed to gain a significant advantage. 

He thought the guy must have some nerve. He played recklessly. Seemingly recklessly, putting a lot on one card. In the end, however, it always turned out as if the whole thing had been planned. He had come up against a difficult opponent. 

The summary screen appeared before his eyes. He tied the score at three to three. Better than last time but still not perfect. 

He was just about to log out when a female voice came through his headphones: 

— [Reader], what do you want to eat today? Waffles or pancakes? 

He hadn't expected that. It seemed to him that they had been playing without voice communication. 

— Mom! — There was a slight crack. 

The microphone was turned off at the speed of light. He noticed it by how quickly the icon changed color. 

He laughed. Whoever was on the other end wasn't a man. And they were speaking Japanese. That in itself was a huge surprise to him. 

As he expected, the chat went crazy. Everyone was quoting that one spontaneous sentence. He had a feeling the clip would hit the web and go viral. The first memes were already being created in his group. He should have been happy but he felt a little guilty. Maybe someone didn't want such a stupid mistake to be the subject of laughter. 

He chose direct message. He wasn't sure what he wanted to write. He had an apology in mind. That's how he would normally react. For some reason, however, he sent something completely different. 

— Sooo, waffles or pancakes? 

He hit his forehead. Why did he do that? Had the late hour gotten to him so badly? 

When he saw the three moving dots, he was hit with heat. He wasn't prepared for the answer. He hadn't considered at all that the girl could still be active. 

— Hi, sorry for this situation… 

Thus began the strangest relationship he had ever experienced. It cost him a day without a drop of sleep but it was worth it. 

The boy glanced nervously around the convention. There were booths everywhere. From where he was standing, he could see the colourful otaku zone. Manga, dakimakura, pins, keychains and figurines. There were a lot of cosplayers milling around there. They were posing, preparing for a photoshoot. Across the street, a section of general fantasy was set up. Through the open doorway, he saw the speaker and a crowd of people in a circle. Their loud laughter carried far away. He checked his phone. She should already be there. When he looked up, someone approached him, shyly asking for a photo. He agreed. He still felt a little uncomfortable but he tried to overcome it. He accepted it as part of the job. 

The whole place seemed to overwhelm him. That's why he decided to stop by the dining area. It was a bit quieter here. Maybe not completely but still something. Besides, the smell of ramen enticed him. He ordered a bowl of the steaming dish and headed to the table. The warm broth effectively lifted his mood. The rich taste of the thick liquid spread pleasantly down his throat. It also helped to calm his nerves. 

He adjusted his blond hair, making sure it was in place. He glanced at his clothes for the second time that day. Should he wear something else? Maybe the sweatshirt and skinny jeans that were torn at the knees were a bad choice? He tightened his fingers around the strap of his backpack. 

—Do they sell waffles and pancakes here? — The question sounded from right above him. 

He lifted his head. She was standing in front of him. After three years, she had finally come to Kantō. He had wondered many times what their first meeting in person would be like. They had seen each other on cams and knew each other's voices but it wasn't the same. He felt strange. Nervousness was making itself known but her smile made it disappear.

He would never have suspected how it would all turn out. It started with losing in his favourite game. Then there were conversations, stupid memes and cooperative games together. Slowly, they moved on to talking about everyday life. They called each other and sometimes they sat on webcams. Sometimes until late at night. Then they saved each other with coffee. After all, the lectures didn't pass themselves.

They helped each other get through a new, difficult phase of life. The adversities of adult life hit him hard. Terrified by the amount of responsibilities, he wanted to give up everything. His friends went their separate ways. And he was far from his family, their advice and constant care. As an only child, his task was additionally difficult. If it weren't for her, he definitely wouldn't be here. YouTube gave satisfaction but it took up a lot of time. At times, he wanted to give it up to devote himself to his studies. It was she who convinced him to persevere. She showed him things he had stopped paying attention to. People, comments, fanart, animations, gifts — the community he had created was thriving. Taking away what he loved would be unwise. 

He treasured every moment he had with [Reader]. He didn't want to lose them. He was afraid if the image he had created in his head so far was real. But the girl dispelled all his doubts. She was as talkative as ever. 

He stole glances at her, wondering if she could possibly seem even more perfect in his eyes. He imagined what Kuroo would say. He would probably tell him to propose to her right then and there. He smiled to himself. 

The sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon, so they headed towards a specially prepared room. The attraction to celebrate one million subscribers was held with great pomp. Usually, he didn't make a big deal about round numbers. Now, however, he felt obliged. Someone pulled an old recording from a stream, in which he promised to get even with UltimateBoss63. On top of that, he was invited to the largest Japanese convention. He asked the organizers if they would let him organize such a game. They agreed. After all, there were many people interested in the already iconic game. As a leading content creator in this field, Kenma was quite an attraction. Especially since he rarely appeared at such events. 

He tied his hair back with his lucky black hairband. He didn't want it to get in his way. He also let the makeup artist apply powder. The sponge tickled his face pleasantly but he refused to do more. The woman seemed to notice his reluctant expression when she suggested lip gloss. 

He sat down at the station prepared for him. Someone had even made sure that Silent Cat had cat headphones. He put them on and checked the sound. The mouse and keyboard seemed fine as well when he launched the test game. 

The entire game was to be broadcast on the internet. He was used to streaming at home. However, he had no experience with television appearances. The broadcast on one of the smaller channels stressed him out a bit. 

[Reader] noticed his nervousness. He wondered if she noticed his shaking hand. 

She got up from her chair and went over to him. They had a minute. Everyone was telling her to sit down because she wouldn't make it but she ignored them. 

— You can do it — she whispered, placing her hand on his shoulder. 

He took a deep breath. If she believed in him, then he could do it. He would perform in front of the cameras. 

The entire match went by on autopilot. Despite that, he enjoyed it. As always, the girl was a challenge for him. He used everything he had learned from her over the years. Dodges, attacks and combinations that he had practiced for hours. He knew he was good but proving it in front of so many people was something else. He felt proud when he pushed his opponent off the plate. He won four to two. Even if he didn't register it right away. 

The lights shining directly at him were blinding. Someone even threw confetti. He stood up from the computer and bowed. 

— Thank you all for supporting my channel and [Reader] for this gameplay.

He didn't add anything else. There was no need. He had already recorded a video for the occasion. He had posted it yesterday. Empty words were not his style. 

He then stepped out of view of the cameras. He warned them that he wouldn't do an interview. He had limits. This was way beyond his comfort zone. [Reader] didn't have that problem, though. 

The reporter quickly introduced herself and the girl. He had the impression that she didn't take a breath between sentences. 

— How do you feel about giving Silent Cat first place? — she asked the first question. 

The girl looked at him. He smiled slightly. He hoped it would give her courage. 

— I'm not sorry. He definitely deserved it. We've known each other for a long time, so I know he worked hard to win. Kozume-san is a very hard-working man in general and I admire him for that... 

He didn't hear the rest. The sincere compliment knocked him off his feet. He considered his success well-deserved but hearing it from someone who knew him so well was something else. His parents were skeptical about his career. He didn't blame them. They imagined their son in a completely different place. They got used to the idea of ​​him being YouTuber but they never fully understood it. They preferred him to focus only on his studies. The boys from Nekoma congratulated him at the class reunion. However, they didn't know anything about games and the industry related to it. Their conversations were mainly about volleyball. Even Kuroo, despite being his best friend, didn't understand everything. So this praise had great meaning. He felt a pleasant warmth spreading inside. He blinked. He couldn't fall apart among so many people. Besides, today was too joyful for tears. 

He shook his head, his mind returning to the small broadcast screen set up backstage.

— What are your plans as a developer after the success of Waffles vs Pancakes? 

He replayed the sentence over and over in his mind, trying to figure out if he had lost the thread. But it seemed he hadn't. The people in the studio and on the live chat seemed as baffled as he was. 

The reporter looked at the clipboard with questions. She was met with a moment of silence. She bit her lip slightly. It seemed that this topic was to be kept a secret. 

[Reader] regained her composure, however. There was nothing left for her to do but to press on. 

— We plan to continue adding new updates. Since we started earning money, we've been trying to expand the team with talented people. I think we're doing quite well. Our brand new project is already in the work. We hope you'll welcome it with enthusiasm. 

— Where did the idea for such an original game concept come from? 

— My mother, whom I want to greet from this place — she waved —  she likes to experiment with Western cuisine. She often asked if I preferred waffles or pancakes for breakfast and that's how it all started. 

— A wonderful genesis. — The woman bared her teeth as if to cover up her previous mistake. — We won’t keep you any longer. Is there anything you’d like to add?

— Yes. — She nodded. — I hope no one judges my ranking based on who I am. Aside from managing the company, I'm only responsible for graphics. I don't program moves or design the combat system. I'm just a player like anyone else. However, I won't be participating in ranked matches anymore. The company takes up too much of my time. Thank you for the interview. — She bowed. 

She approached Kenma a little hesitantly, as if in contrast to the cheerful, feisty version of herself from the entire day. 

— I hope you're not angry. — She scratched the back of her neck. 

— What for? 

— That I didn't tell you about my second job. I was a little afraid that if I did, you'd feel embarrassed to play with me or stop speaking honestly about the game. — She looked away. — And your opinions have helped us a lot these past three years.

He would never have guessed that she was the one behind his favourite game. Of course, many other people had a hand in it but without her, his life could have been completely different. He probably wouldn't be standing in the studio now. Maybe he would have even quit YouTube and never met her. 

— I'm not angry...— he sighed quietly. — Just a little worried.

She didn't answer, waiting for him to elaborate. 

— That we'll talk less often because you won't have time to play anymore. 

He knew how much time it would take to build the company. It was never easy in this industry. He couldn't help the dark thoughts that were swirling in his head. He didn't want to be separated from someone he cared about again. 

— Hey, what are weekends for? Besides... after all this time, I don't think we're friends just because of the Waffles vs Pancakes, am I right? 

How did she do it? She always knew what to say to make him feel better. Even if it wasn't anything big. Sometimes a conversation or a simple, hackneyed phrase and other times a simple funny message with a stupid emoticon. Even that had a big effect. 

He walked her to the train. She had a return ticket booked. She couldn't stay in Tokyo. The exam dates required her to be a dozen or so hours away tomorrow. It was the distance between them that they had only just met for the first time. 

He breathed in the cool night air. When they reached their destination, the first stars were already twinkling in the sky. Their glow was lost in the yellow light of the lamps. Mosquitoes buzzed persistently above his head as he helped the girl with her small luggage. He suspected it was because of the unmown, tall grass behind the rail fence. 

He stood on the platform, crumpling the sleeve of his shirt. The proposition he had been considering had been on his mind the entire way to the station but saying it seemed incredibly difficult. 

The conductor was already looking around for stragglers standing outside the marked line. 

The girl stood by the open window, smiling slightly. She had had a long day full of excitement but she seemed just as happy as he was. So he decided to ignore the little voice that said it was pointless and do something spontaneous. 

— [Reader], shall we meet after the exams?

She leaned out from behind the window, ignoring the displeased look of an elderly lady. The passenger had chosen the floor in this spot to place several large bags. 

— Are you serious? — She beamed. 

He nodded, feeling a blush rise to his cheeks. 

— You could come to me. Or I could come to you. — He nervously tugged at the strings of his sweatshirt. All of his clothes were stretched to their limits. He should definitely stop doing that. 

— Sure! We'll work out the details when I get home!

The train made a prolonged sound. 

Kenma watched as the girl closed the window. He waved at her for a long time. It wasn't until she was out of sight that he came to. He didn't move for a moment, staring into the dark distance. He knew they'd see each other again soon but he already missed her. 

He pushed his hair back from his forehead and shoved his hands into his pockets. When he got back to the dorm, he would read the new comments and render the video for tomorrow. Plus, he had a lot of material to review. He should be tired but he felt as if he had more energy. He adjusted his backpack, then pulled up his hood. He chose a street with little traffic and slowly walked toward his apartment. 

And as he walked down the street, the thought occurred to him that maybe growing up wasn't so bad after all...

[fionarara]

HIPSTER KENMA PART 2 WHEN PLEASEEEEE IM OBSESSED

nonni all caps ?? for hipster kenma ?? i thought this idea was an incredibly niche thing in my odd brain which would legit get like zero interaction, i straight up wrote it mostly for myself, so this is a v pleasant surprise (Ｔ▽Ｔ) also, this got longer than expected, but since you requested it with such enthusiasm, i wanted to add in a little extra detail as a treat for you ♡

+ hipster ! kenma . pt. 2 .

(+ part 1 ⇢)

+ hipster ! kenma who feeds his hairless sphynx cat gluten-free food, because he wouldn’t feed his cat a certain diet that he isn’t also on himself

+ hipster ! kenma who thinks much of the fashion industry’s antics are ridiculous for being so overpriced (and that some of their practices can be harmful to the environment), but will drop $375 bucks at a carefully curated, high-end, second-hand designer fashion shop in the arts district on a fresh pair of black jeans, ones that already come pre-ripped and are conveniently labeled as having a 'distressed' look. so edgy. clearly, who needs logical pricing when you can pay a premium to look like you've been through a barbed wire fence? + hipster ! kenma dislikes coffee, because not only is it so acidic on the PH scale, the entire culture surrounding the popular brew (–and yes, he really did call coffee, “the popular brew” when explaining this to you) is so aggressive in prevalent society, as it seemingly promotes an inherent overly capitalist mindset that is so patriarchal. instead, he opts for ~matcha with lion’s mane extract~ for better concentration and whenever he needs a pick-me-up. besides, he prefers things being more chill and calm anyway, and coffee makes him feel too jittery and whacked out + hipster ! kenma doesn’t actually have the best grasp on crypto or stock trading, but from believing and claiming he did, got yaku involved in also investing in that one reddit gamestop stock with him. unfortunately, due to a bad call of not pulling the shares out in time, they lost a considerable amount of money. L. but as short-tempered as yaku used to be, he’s mellowed-out in his older years and only blames himself in the end for even listening to hipster kenma in the first place. anyway it’s cool–when yaku came to visit town from russia, he got taken out by hipster kenma for an evening of partying, all drinks and party drugs on him, as a sort of apology for the risky financial loss—the night ended with the both of them on the floor crying together from reminiscing about past memories and ‘the good ole days’, sheesh + hipster ! kenma who sometimes seems like he hates you, but gets a bit of a kick out of you bringing it up, because whenever you do, he gets to playfully remind you he’s just in resting mode or deep in thought by making the same joke every time, “that’s just my cunty cat face” + hipster ! kenma who is prone to getting some pretty gnarly anxiety at times, so he takes these 15mg edible marijuana gummies to chill himself out. his favorite flavor of THC gummy bear from the packet you gifted him, and which he now regularly takes, is salted caramel and dark chocolate + hipster ! kenma will drag you to see an arthouse docufilm about the music history of video games with modular synthesizers, etc. at this little blackbox theater, complaining that those big blockbuster movie chains are ripping you off by charging way too much for mainstream crap, but then he proceeds to overpay for an overpriced, organic, effervescent, raw kombucha drink once you arrive at the little indie theater (he definitely thinks buying soda at the movie theater is beneath him, “the way i see it, if you want a soda at least make it, like, an actual appropriate setting, go to a carnival and have it with a corn dog.”)

+ hipster ! kenma loves street food. will take you to the local art walk/night market festivals once a month, fascinated by tasting all the different street food vendors and scoping out the community art scene, he’ll even end up treating you with a tasty treat every time from one of the booths. although he doesn’t particularly love overly sweet things, he will especially eat any sweetly-glazed savory snack that comes on a stick. one thing about him that you’ve come to appreciate though is that he doesn’t just gobble down his food, no, hipster kenma actually enjoys taking the time to savor what he consumes while giving insightful commentary on the food’s flavoring, etc. + hipster ! kenma who DIYs…many things, because he figures, let’s be honest, other people can’t be relied upon to make things correctly, not by his standards. especially when it comes to his computer, which of course he built himself: it has a fully transparent case so you can see right through to the whole display of all dazzling gear and deco inside of it, and in his words it had to be, “a state of the art custom loop with full liquid cooling”. you admit the inner flashing lights are pretty and the computer is definitely so decked out, that it's for sure one of the coolest things you’ve ever seen.

+ hipster ! kenma kinda has this weird thing that if he didn’t think of a cool idea for his twitch stream first after seeing it from another popular streamer, then he acts like it’s kinda inherently stupid, mentions how blasé it is to you and his friends, even if deep down he does find the idea interesting or appealing and probably, most definitely, would’ve adopted it himself 

+ hipster ! kenma who can oftentimes hold the belief that adopting a cynical and pessimistic outlook on life makes one more intelligent and analytical, even more sophisticated or enhances his overall cleverness of mind, sad + hipster ! kenma is hot. okay. in such an understated way, which all the more makes him hotter, though he’s not fully aware of his own appeal, or perhaps only mildly—actually attracts a fair amount of bitches when he goes out to the dive bars or local music shows, ones who aren’t intimidated by his sort of mysterious appearance or superior demeanor which is bound to come off a little pretentious, but in truth, he’s actually a bit insecure and shy about being approached so often and therefore tends to stay pretty silent when that happens, unsure of how to fully deal/cope with someone who is being so direct about their interest in him. ultimately prefers the slow get-to-know-you burn when it comes to any romance: a friends first, lovers later kind of thing + hipster ! kenma is incredibly observant, especially in social situations and mostly prefers to just take everything in, only speaking when he has something truly poignant to say … or when an opportunity strikes to completely, calmly, eviscerate someone’s inane or ignorant opinion, delivering a point so smooth, he’ll crush their shitty take all in a such a demure, cool, collected and resolute manner to the point where the dumbass person in question doesn’t even know they’ve been schooled and insulted by him until the roar of jeers and laughter from the surrounding crowd are heckling the unbeknownst fool, sick burn hipster kenma + hipster ! kenma only dares to wear brighter colors when at the beach and the item of clothing is a hoodie (proclaims it’s a light and breathable one though sooo he’s not sure what everyone is making such a fuss over when you, hinata, kuroo and the rest of your beach crew kick up some sand towards him while chiming in unison to urge him to, “take it off! we’re by the ocean, bruh!”) – the brightest colors of those hoodies ever worn at the beach are either a pale mustard, burnt amber, or white with possible cool textile designs. not only that, but he’ll stick to the shade beneath the large beach parasol playing on his nintendo switch, because listen, he isn’t about to get skin cancer on account of the toxic chemicals they put in sunscreen these days just so he can catch some rays (which of course, the sun could also give one cancer) + hipster ! kenma has these annoyingly long pretty dark lashes which are framed so nicely by his non-prescription clear frame glasses, and every so often you will playfully grumble to him about how unfair that is, since he’s a boy and doesn’t even care that he’s got them, then proceed to joke by asking him to give you some of those lashes since he doesn’t in fact need all of them for looks. he’ll respond by lightly chuckling and referencing that one Clockwork Orange film scene where the main character’s eyes are forced to remain horrifically clamped open, slyly suggesting, “if you can manage to get me in a position like that, then and only then, can you have them” but don’t bother, he continues, because you’ll never get past him~~ + hipster ! kenma who, no matter what he seems like on the surface, you know in the end that he’s undeniably ride or die for his friends, 10/10 will always always have their back, willingly giving them a hand without making a big deal of it + hipster ! kenma shelled out quite a hefty price on his ‘Beats by Dre’ headphones, even though as a self-proclaimed audiophile he knows they’re nowhere near being the best on the market, only bought them for the clout, and walks around town wearing them or for his twitch streams + hipster ! kenma secretly cries to bon iver, sufjan stevens, james blake, ryuichi sakamoto, erykah badu, nick cave and portishead when he’s alone + hipster ! kenma watches a looot of documentaries 

+ hipster ! kenma owns this cat shirt ↴ doesn’t wear it out in public though, only to bed, and has had it so long it’s already starting to fray at the sleeves and shoulder's seams:

+link2masterlist.

[bedoballoons]

Dating Kenna HC'S/Drabbles

Special order for Bedo >:D

Sorry i couldn't wait tomorrow(i have exams tomorrow), this made me realize how fast i am at writing headcanon's

Includes a few reader tropes

A lot people think he would be a really affectionate person still I can tell that he's a red flag, I just can't prove it red means ily

Like he's literally married to his Nintendo switch??

But we like being delusional

Anyway remember that one episode where he was eating a banana and said "is it wrong to do something for your friends!?" Or something like that, he would try to show gesture

Such as holding, small pecks

I bet when he kissed you on the check for the first time you were questioning if it was a lick or peck

I think he would have knowledge of things about dating from his rpg games or whatever

Every time he does something you don't like, he starts to wonder what was wrong in the thing he did

Clueless baby, protec him at all cost

He's a fast learner tho!

Y'all would have dates at cat cafes

One chance please

I can be a housewife

Cook at 9

Clean house at 11

Reall 💯🤭

He's rich tho?

Bro owns a company from just sitting at home/jk

Let's say that you're the boys volleyball clubs manager

Yamamoto would receive death glares from him instead of passes

Same goes to kuroo

Let's add Lev too

Leave him alone 😭✋

You're cool with others

I can imagine a small scenerio about how Lev was admiring you after practice, the way you were good at catching where the ball was thrown at or simply if you ever compliment his skills(do they exist?), kenma would pop out from no where to yank you away and leave that lamp post alone

What abt artist s/o for him

Cuz i like gamer x artist trope

Draw his fav fictional characters <33 (he's one himself)

İ actually think he would adore your drawings cuz like this guy is a gamer and gamers would get artists easily (real life experience)

You have a messy art style? He would understand it

Easy

An childhood friend trope?

There is no way you are not the manager of the boys volleyball team or a member of the team.

Kuroo would have already write your name to the club as a member or manager.

But this ain't about him

Since you also know kenma from childhood you probably also warned him about his health and you're caring abt him

İ still wonder how his eyesight is alright

But you gotta be interesting

Like the way he looks at his childhood friend(talkin abt kuroo) and the way he looks at Hinata

He wants to beat hinata in volleyball tho

İf you're a volleyball player you can force him into training with you

İ can imagine him with a taller s/o

İt would be cute but his teammate's would teasing him a lot

Especially the trio again (Kuroo, Lev, Yamamoto)

Yaku would understand him

Bedo do we stan short boys in this household?

But there's no way this guy is not popular in class, i mean he might hate it but he probably doesn't knows he is popular

Just look at how pretty he is

İ can talk about him till i die

Anyway husband kenma tho 🤭🤭

Once again im saying this

He's rich

He's your sugar daddy and you're his goof ball

Frfr

He's lazy so even if you work you gotta be a housewife/husband

Someone needs to take care of that lazy af ass

Remind him to eat/drink!! Feed the baby

Baby fever tho

İ can say he wouldn't be ready for one still he would accept it

Just one tho, y'all ain't having more than one

Y'all would already have cats as pets

Y'all would visit Hinata a lot

He adores that sunshine

İf you do too

🤝

Adopt Hinata

Or kidnapp him

This ain't about Hinata too

He's a sweatshirt, hoodie guy

Steal them

I can imagine a arcade date or simply stargazing for this guy's b-day

His love language is anything expect gift giving

He tends to be confused about what to give you as a gift.

But if you're a gamer like him

Then it's easier then changing socks for him

Probably knows you're preference of game genre

And is the best person you could ask about gaming

Helpw i don't even have a long post like this in my acc y'all don't identify me plz 🫶🫶

I hope you enjoyed the small hc's!!

İ still have to write him a birthday scenerio

Fun facts:

You were actually one of the people who inspired me, made me have a interest in writing

I'm a kenma kinnie irl!! Switching personalitys irl

-💤

OH MY GOSH THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT!! IM BLUSHED AND SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY!!!

EEEEE THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I LOVE IT OH MY GOODNESS I CANT!!!

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Yes we definitely stan short bois here ;)

I can't believe I inspired you, you literally made me tear up!! Please continue writing because you are absolutely amazing at it and you should literally share this with everyone!!!

Kenma is such a sweet baby I love him!!

THANK YOU AGAIN!!!