#Secret santa gift

[m0rb1dspade]

A Edel x Lys for Fire Emblem Secret Sothis!

[miyuki-fenn]

A Christmas at S.T.Y.X!!

This is a secret Santa gift I did for my friend Angel in a twst discord server! With all the shroud family bein' happy, including Ortho 1.0 who got Star Rouge 2 as his gift Bc dammit they gotta be happy!! It also includes 3 of my OCs, Mel, Fero and Fovos, who are twsted from Meg, Pain and Panic!

The star rouge 2 cover was designed by me! Honestly I went a lil overboard with it but dammit I'm proud of it. Also Smeega is in reference to Mr. Smee, I thought it was silly Here's the full version of the cover!

[rouzuchan]

MY BELATED CHRISTMAS GIFT FOR @littlewriterfullofwords!

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝐬): Tsukasa Takajo x Reader (ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ᴜɴꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠɪʟʏ ꜰᴇᴍ ᴄᴏᴅᴇᴅ) 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: social media au; fluff; secret santa exchange gift 🎁 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: reader is referred to as a "maiden" & the pictures used features a silhouette of a person with long, straight hair

FOR CLARIFICATION: oyaspersonalityrizzz - Fujio residentsteamedn00des - Kiyoshi 01studieddrip - Tsuji

HEADCANON TIME!!:

Since I got a new phone, all of the contacts I made were gone... so, sadge. BUT!! It's alright cuz I've been meaning to improve the profiles anyway.

I couldn't find a "good enough" picture for Kiyoshi's profile, so to save my sanity, I made it that he's one of those users with cursed/cracked pfps...

I really love stoking dynamics with Binzo and Kamui 😭 I headcanon they don't converse much in real life, but talk MAD SHIT w/ each other online.

Also, Tsuji's comment alludes to my Dating Yosuke Todoroki SMAU.

FIRST ONE OF THE YEAR WOOO!!! again, so sorry I couldn't send my gift to you on time, Ryuu!! I hope you had a great holiday and cheers for more delulu over pretty boys this year 🍨💟 my lovelies: @airbendertendou, @star2fishmeg, @straysugzhpe, @simpforchuchu, @strxwberrychocolate, @prodbyblush, @thatpoindexterpixy, @hyugaruma

(ps. if you'd like to be tagged whenever I post fics related to h&l, please don't be shy to ask ❤️)

[havockingboo]

Secret Santa gift for arro.vvs on instagram :]

Merry Christmas!!

[puppiesandnightlock]

In Sickness and Health, In Riches And Poor

A/N: My Secret Santa gift for @jonathan-samuel-smith/@dankgemestho !

“Let’s get married!” Jon announced one day on the playground. Damian, who was about a year and a half his senior, scowled. 

“Why?” 

“Cauuse then we’ll be together forever, like my mommy and daddy!’ You’re my best friend, and I love you, and that means if we get married we can live together.”

Damian felt his face heat up at the idea, but kept a firm mask of displeasure. “It sounds stupid.”

“Well, I’m either going to marry you, noodles, or Jay.”

His nose wrinkled. “You can’t marry noodles.”

The older boy’s insides twisted at the thought of his friend being with someone else. Jon was his best friend, not that pink-haired nuisance that appeared halfway through the year.

“I can too!” He pulled two ring pops from his lunch box. “See, I'll have a ring and everything.” 

The older boy eyed the candy. Well…

“Okay. I’ll marry you, then, I guess.”  He said finally, rewarded with a green ring pop.

“I have to put it on you.” Jon unwrapped it and placed it on Damian’s left hand. “Now you do the same.”

He slipped the candy on Jon's hand. “Now what?”

“Now, um…repeat after me.” Jon instructed. “I promise to be your best friend and love you for ever and ever. In sickness and in health and in riches and poor.” 

Damian sighed. “I promise, in sickness and health and this is so stupid, jon. ” 

“Say it!” The younger boy demanded. 

“In sickness and health and in riches and poor.” 

Jon held out his pinkie. “I dunno what happens after that cause my mommy and daddy cover my eyes, so we should pinkie-promise on it so that it’ll be forever.”

Ah, now here was something Damian could get behind. Dutifully, they locked pinkies and shook, before beginning to eat their lollipops. 

“What now?” Damian asked eventually.

“Well..” Jon hesitated. “Sometimes they dance. B-but we don't have to!” 

Damian squinted at him. “We’re married now, aren't we? We should do what the married people on tv do, or all of this was for nothing.”

“Y-yeah.” 

Curiously enough, Jon’s face was turning a steady shade of pink. Damian shrugged it off and mimicked what he’d seen other people do at the galas his family went to. 

Underneath the play structure they swayed, trying to step more forwards and stumbling on each other's feet.

“Are we doing this right?” Jon broke the silence they’d settled into.

“I dunno.” Damian responded. “Who cares?”

Who cares, indeed. They stayed like that, swaying to only the rhythm in their heads until the whistle blew and they hastily detached themselves, racing to get inside.

Damian chose to keep his “marital status” under wraps, a plan that was quickly foiled by Jon, who blurted it out to his mother as they were being picked up. Pictures were taken, as well as videos, a recitation of their vows and much more blackmail material to be shown much later.

     20 years after

“You have personal vows?” The officiator asked, passing the microphone to the couple in front of him.

“Damian…you are the love of my life, and you make me so happy every day that I've known you. We have our ups and downs, but every single time, we come out on top. You’ve been there through the hardest times of my life and you're my support, my anchor, the thing that keeps me going.”

Jon had tears running down his face, and he reached out to grab Damian’s hands, his emerald eyes overflowing with emotion. 

“And um, this is going to surprise you, but…repeat after me?” he was unable to control the grin overtaking his face as Damian’s eyes widened, before letting out a little choked laugh.

“ Repeat after me. I promise to be your best friend and love you forever and ever. In sickness and in health and in riches and poor.”

“I promise, in sickness and health and this is so stupid, Jon, ”  Damian recited dutifully, the exact words from their “first wedding” so long ago.

“ Say it!”

“In sickness and health and in riches and poor.”

Both were having a hard time controlling their tears, although quiet laughter echoed from them to the audience, most of whom knew the inside joke being shared. 

Jon dropped Damian’s hands and extended his pinkie, unusual to some, but thoroughly warming to the grooms.

They locked fingers and shook, giggling softly to themselves.

Jon passed the mic to the side, slipping the silver band with its simple design of sapphires and emeralds on Damian’s hand.

Damian held the mic now, wiping his eyes. 

“Well, the ring isn't candy this time.” Jon laughed, already tearful. 

“And this time it’s real, although the first one wasn't too far off. I love you, so, so much, Jonathan Samuel Kent. You are the light to my darkness, the sun to my moon. You are my impulse control, my counter and opposite in nearly everything. But that’s why we work so well together. You balance us out, my habibi, my beloved. My life. You are…my everything. And I am so honored that I get to call you mine for the rest of our lives.”

He passed the mic back to the officiator and placed the matching band on Jon’s ring finger. 

A few more words passed, until the sealing of “I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may now kiss the groom.”

As they closed the distance, Jon leaning down and Damian reaching up on his tiptoes, the guests cheered, although they seemed to not hear it, the joy leaving nothing but the two of them in the world.

“You won’t step on my feet this time, will you, farm boy?”

“I was FIVE!” 

[lackablazeical]

Secret Santa for the lovely, perfect, and excellent @marshmel-l0w7 whom I love very very much

Speed paint under the cut!

[quinloki]

Snow Topped Mountains

Merry Christmas @mewiyev \o/ I am your secret santa! ❤️

I hope you enjoy this short story and bonus art (I have been wanting to try to draw Katakuri ever since you made me a Massive Fan of him, your art style, and Maren, so I hope you enjoy it!)

Words: 1,274 Characters: GN Reader, Katakuri CW: None, I believe, horror-undertones.

The storm had passed, and so you were ready to head and and assess any damages, and if you were lucky maybe track some fresh game with the newly fallen snow.

Except now you were staring at the largest body you’d ever seen in your life. You would’ve mistaken it for the beginnings of a hill, but you knew the area better than anyone, and no storm was enough to move mountains.

You watched, nearly mesmerized by the sight, as the man’s massive chest rose and fell, in a steady rhythm. He was most certainly alive, for now, but unconscious. You, barely the size of one of his arms as far as you could tell, now faced the rather daunting task of trying to figure out how you could hope to save him.

And if saving him was going to result in your own untimely end or not.

Unable to simply leave any creature to its fate, dangerous or otherwise, you began to move. You had enough rope, and large enough tarps, all used for the village’s festivals. You might live up in the mountains to maintain the shrines and offerings to the gods during the hard times, but you weren’t ostracized.

“Fortunately for both of us you collapsed near the trees.” You mutter, tossing a weighted length of rope up into the branches and getting it tangled into place. It took you thirty minutes to get a network of ropes secured into the evergreens, and nearly an hour to get the tarps threaded on the ropes. The process was faster when you had a helper or two, but with the impending storm even your usual help wasn’t on the mountain.

Maren was going to be upset he missed the excitement.

The passing of the storm hadn’t cleared the skies, but it had abated the wind, so the labor of setting up the ropes and tarps was enough to keep you warm. You ran ropes in the middle of the small network, pulling a sort of functional roof together. It wouldn’t keep out rain, but it would let the fire’s smoke out and warm up the space inside.

You apologized to the large man as you had to practically climb him and a few times as you worked. Two hours later you could start hauling the ropes, pulling the network taut, and creating a massive tent around the still-breathing giant of a man.

With the tent in place you began to clear out the snow. You weren’t far from where you lived so you were able to get some tools to make it easier, but it took another hour just to clear enough to start fire. Once you got the fire rolling you started clearing the snow away from the large man.

The more you cleared away, the more you were amazed he was alive at all. He was barely clothed. Pants, boots, and a sleeveless vest. The scarf wrapped around his shoulders and lower face was fluffy and probably warm, but not nearly warm enough. There was no way you’d be able to get him out of the little clothing he was wearing so you decide to set up a few smaller fires around him. If he moved when he woke up, he’d just snuff out the smaller fires, but the extra heat would help dry the clothes faster.

The only thing you had to get off him were the boots. Though it was tempting to just simply light them on fire directly, you had no way to hope to replace them. At least the rest of his clothes could’ve been replaced by the tarps, but shoes were another matter. If they didn’t dry fast enough his toes could rot or get frostbitten. Either way he could lose them, or die to the fever and risk of infection.

You didn’t just spend almost five hours of effort to have your mystery man die to complications after the fact.

Unfortunately, the boots were neither loose-fitting, nor buttoned, zippered, or otherwise clasped. After some fruitless tugging you pulled out your hunting knife and carefully cut down the side of one, and then the other, pulling them free and dragging them away. You set up another fire, and began the jog through the snow to get back to the cabin.

Towels, a sleeping bag, some dried food, a pot, one cup, one large bowl, herbs and tea, and back to your makeshift tent. You’d need to keep an eye on your patient throughout the night, and that meant keeping him dry, the fires going, and keeping yourself fed. It’d be another day at least before Maren was going to be able to ascend the mountain, and you’d just have to hope he decided to bring more food than was needed for the two of you when he did.

Getting back to the tent you see your patient hasn’t moved. If not for the steady breathing you’d be worried he was truly done for. The fires were doing an amazing job, and once you set all the gear down you had to take your coat off to avoid sweating in the toasty tent.

Grabbing a couple towels you began to dry his feet, using some dry soap and talc to help ward off any other risks of mold or rot. The sheer size of him was a bit boggling. You’d seen giants before, and he wasn’t nearly as large, but you’d seen giants roaming the flatlands while you were in the mountains. If they hadn’t been giants you wouldn’t have noticed them at all from such a distance.

Once his feet were taken care of, you tended all the little fires, and stoked the largest one. You let a little heat, and a lot of smoke out, with a kick to one of the flaps, letting the rush of air hurry the new smoke out of the top of the tent before it gathered too thickly.

Walking over to his head you regarded your patient, taking note of his appearance with an attentive eye. Your only concerns before now had been if he was alive or not, but taking a moment to actually look him over was… surprising.

He had handsome features, cropped reddish hair, and tattoos that laid easily over an impressive physique. There was an ease on his face right now that wasn’t reflected in the finer lines found there. Stress and worry were etched deep, but his current state of unconsciousness left him looking at peace.

Whatever weighed so heavily upon his shoulders while he was awake, it made little impact on his sleep. Or at least this sleep, as unbidden as it must have come.

Temptation pulled at the corners of your mind, a desire to pull the scarf away from his face. It wasn’t worn for warmth, not with the distinct lack of winter apparel overall. So it was only fair to think he wore it hide his features. It wouldn’t be quite right to sneak a peek when such was obviously avoided, but the curiosity was strong.

Before you could settle your internal struggle yourself, the main fire cracked loudly, drawing your attention back to it. You went around and tended the smaller fire first, kicking the tarp open for a second to rush the small accumulation of smoke clear before minding the main fire.

Once the fire was set you felt it.

A gaze upon your back.

Eyes that held you in place.

Even as your own gaze was frozen on the fire before you, you knew what was happening. An assessment. One that could end in gratitude.

Or not.

[roposhipin]

From a Secret Santa event held in a server.

[caprisun-rat]

A secret Santa gift for a friend, of Ivan and Till asleep as children <33

remember to reblog my drawings if you like them!!

[flowersforjoy]

Hey hey @radicalhoodie I'm your secret Santa: Joy! I had such fun discovering your game! Marcello is such a gorgeous character design, and the cover art was so stunning and wanted to recreate it and practice pixel art. (I still have a long ways to go) but I hope you enjoy it! And most importantly have a wonderful rest of the year! I love seeing newer devs pop up in the space, and I am cheering you on!

[m0rb1dspade]

Homestuck Secret Santa @homestuckss of a cute lil Rosemary!

They are having a picnic, giving eachother googly eyes

For @elenaditgoia !

[snail-sir]

A secret Santa gift :D

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

Tobacco

Kaz finds himself fidgeting again, with the same beat of the tune echoing through the airport. Only the idle bounce of Ocelot’s boot against the bar stool indicates him doing the same. They both glance to each other in unison, and swallow, looking away.

Impossible they’re not thinking the same thing. Of the same man. The only one who might’ve given a shit about such things.

--

Christmas means little to Kaz, or to Ocelot. Their only affiliations for it the joined memories of Big Boss, haunting their thoughts through the holidays.

[blvdcharms]

Secret Santa Gift For @harmonytre!

I participated in @creators-lounge's secret santa event and had a lot of fun making this piece! I've recently been on a pokemon binge so drawing these two lovelies for the first time was a good experience. :)

Merry Christmas!

[hummingbird-games]

giggling, gushing, spinning, kicking my feet upppppp

THEY'RE SO CUTE IMMA DIEEEEEE

the chibis/illustrations are my Secret Santa gift from fellow gamedev Rice (check out her team's game Heart Cage if you dare; I LOVED the demo and need the full game nowweeee)

*ahem* please excuse me while I continue to LOSE THY SHIT over seeing my kids all done up like this 🤭🥰

[tsukkismoonlight]

Prince || K.K x Reader

Summary: You've practically been in love with a certain Kenma Kozume since you've met him. Not that you'd ever admit it to anyone but yourself....

Author's Note: hello hello!! I participated in a secret santa and this is my gift !!! I really hope you enjoy it ;)

Wk: 2.8k

Tags/notes: GN! Reader, masculine pet name

"There's no way you just-" you sputtered out half the sentence, watching as your screen flashes red, and your little crewmember got viciously murdered by the one and only Kenma Kozume. You could just barely hear an evil snicker as he ran off, thanks to the proximity chat.

This was probably the fifth time he had killed you in the dozens of rounds that you and your friends were playing. It was starting to feel like he was targeting you, but knowing him, he just had an easier time killing you off.

With furrowed brows, you floated your now ghost crewmember around, trying to at least get some tasks done before the inevitable defeat that was looming over everyone's heads.

It came in the middle of your download task, your screen fading with the truth of it all thrown into the faces of you and your friends, not only had Kenma been an imposter, but he had Yaku at his side. As you clicked to get back into the lobby, you lowered your volume, not wanting the yelling of your friends to make you go deaf.

"I fuckin told you it was them!" Came Kuroo, who had been one of the sole survivors of the round, and spot on with his detective work.

Unfortunately for him, Lev had also been one of the last few alive, "Kenma was so convincing! Besides, I never thought he'd kill them!"

At this, you laughed, in a more 'is he being serious right now' kind of way. "Lev, you realize that Kenma has killed me every time he is an imposter?" You pause, shaking your head at the screen, "Next time we play, and I die, just vote him out."

"Careful Prince, " Kenma's voice was quiet, full of a certain yet almost playfully subtle tone while he used the nickname given to you in highschool. One that unbeknownst to him, had your stomach in knots each time he called you by it.

The name itself was supposed to be mean, at the time anyways. Kenma had a short temper here and there, especially during the more intense months of volleyball. The first time he had let it fly out of his mouth was right after school. You were on your way out of the building, arms full of notebooks and some loose sheets of homework, and Kenma was on his way to practice.

As it would happen, the two of you had crossed paths, a painful accident. Though it hadn't been your fault, Kenma was in a sour mood, and when you asked him to at least help you pick up all of your things, he had said, 'Oh my prince, it would be my honor to do so, don't even lift a finger, your royal pain-in-my-highness"

Of course, that had been immediately followed up by an apology from Kuroo, who after all your things were off the ground, whisked Kenma away, surely giving him shit for being so rude.

At the time, you didn't know just how close you'd end up being with the guy, and how much the nickname would grow on you.

Eventually, the game died off, and your small group of friends were now just in a voice chat belonging to the Discord server that Kenma had set up. Everyone always teased him, saying that it was so he could keep in touch after highschool had ended, to which he had always claimed that it was one that Kenma just had lying around, and that it was at least being used now.

He also denied any of them being his friends aside from Kuroo and yourself. Which, at the time of him saying it, had you astonished. You of course thought of him as a friend, and at times, you caught yourself dreaming about something more, but the idea that he tolerated you enough to be on the same level as Kuroo? Absolutely mind blowing.

But regardless of who he actually calls his friends, the little server consisted of yourself, Kuroo, Yaku, Lev, Yamamoto, Fukunaga, and at times when he would pop in, Hinata.

Which all in all, meant that it was never quiet in the chat. You had often had to mute notifications due to Lev and Hinata spamming, which would then end in being thrown into Kenma's jail role.

It was always a nice distraction from the business of life, oftentimes when you had a hard day, you found yourself sending a message in the chat just to see who was around. Sometimes it would only be Kenma, in which the two of you would just have a quiet conversation in the voice chat, or even just sit with music playing, not saying a single word to each other.

You hummed quietly, realizing that you had gotten so lost in thought that you had completely stopped listening to your friends.

"So, when are we all meeting up outside of game?" Lev's profile lit up with a green ring, making the ominous picture of Kermit the Frog all the better. Why he had it set as that, you would never know.

Next to light up was Yaku's, "I have a feeling that even if we set something up, Kenma wouldn't show."

"And you'd be right. I'm extremely busy, and I don't go out anyways." Even if you couldn't see his face, it wasn't hard to imagine his deadpan expression

After a chorus of boos and sighs, the group's focus shifted to a new target; you.

"So, Kenma won't come, but what about you? I'm sure you would find time to hang out with your best friends ever?" Came Yamamoto, a slight devious hint to his question.

"Hm, well I do have a good week or two where I should have some time!" You pulled out your phone, opening up your calendar app just to make sure your schedule was actually open.

"Hell yeah! Maybe we could grab food and play some volleyball together? Like in high school!" Lev shouted, though whatever his next words were, they were already quieter, most likely thanks to Kenma deafening him for the sake of everyone else.

"That could be fun, but I'm not going to be Lev's babysitter this time." As he said this, Yaku sent a picture in the media channel, one from the last time everyone got together. It had been taken by Kuroo, and was of Yaku and Lev in some sort of dogpile, at the bottom of a set of stairs.

This earned some chuckles, as everyone recalled the drinking night that had taken place. Lev surprisingly, wasn't a light weight, and could hold his alcohol really well. However, Lev had the worst impulse control, and everyone knew this. So somehow, he had gotten away from the group, and was running down a set of stairs, which resulted in the picture.

"I think this time next week works best for me, by the way!" You chimed in, not wanting to get lost in the chaos of your little server.

With your confirmation, the little group got to work picking out a time and place. When that was settled, everyone began to log off for the night, clearly excited for their new plans. Soon enough, it was just yourself and Kenma.

"So, are you really not going to come visit with everyone?" You asked as you leaned back into your chair, feeling the tiredness weighing on your eyes.

He was quiet for a few moments, before a small sigh could be heard through your headphones, "I'll think about it."

"Why'd you change your mind?"

"I haven't changed it yet, I only said that I would think about it."

You paused, a small smile making its way onto your face. Kenma never seemed to surprise you. Even if he had told the others that he wouldn't show, one way or another, you already knew to expect him.

"Well, let us know then? Okay?"

"Okay."

And that was it for the night. The rest of your time together was spent quietly, you found some single player game to play while Kenma was typing away at something on his end. Eventually you both logged off for the night. You needed to get some sleep so that you weren't brain dead the next day, but something told you Kenma was still going to be awake when you got up anyways.

The next few days seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, you were sitting around a table with your old friends.

"I'm just saying, if you can't handle spicy food, Why would you order a side of papaya salad?" Yaku pulled the plate away from Lev, whose face was starting to turn a light pink

Lev in turn sent a glare towards the shorter friend, and in between suppressed coughs said, "I didn't think it would be that bad!"

Kuroo clapped a hand on his back, a loud laugh resonating throughout the restaurant as he did, "Well, you aren't the only one who can't handle their spice!"

At his words, Yamamoto and Fukunaga looked up simultaneously, both trying to hide the discomfort from their food on their faces.

"You know, Kenma can actually handle spicy foods pretty well," Yaku paused, eyeing the empty chair at the table for a moment, "Next time I see him, I'm going to give him a peice of my mind! He at least could have told us that he wasn't going to show, even if we all knew it."

"Looks like someone is a little sad that he isnt here." Came Yamamoto, taking a moment to elbow Yaku rather hard.

"I am not sad!"

"Its okay to admit it!" You cut into the conversation, a mild smile on your face as you do, "I mean, I'm a little sad that he didnt show too."

"Im sure you are." Came Kuroo's voice, directly across from you. He had a crooked smile on his face, and a devious look in his eyes, one that wasn't entirely foreign to you.

Immediately you understood the teasing tone to his words, your face starting to heat up, but not from your food. Ever since his last year of high school with Kenma, and you, Kuroo had it in his head that the two of you were hopelessly in love with eachother. Which wasn't entirely wrong. Not on your part anyways.

Love was a strong word to use. But it was probably the closest thing to the truth. Even though your friendship with Kenma had started off pretty rocky, you two eventually grew close. Close enough to pull all nighters playing games when you were supposed to be studying. Close enough to lean on his shoulder while sitting next to him on the bus rides. Close enough to dream about what it would be like to hold his hand.

However, with Kenma's particularly hard to read personality, you could never tell what he thought about you. Not to mention, you wouldn't want to lose him as your friend, or ruin what you did have. So you had kept this all to yourself, you would never admit this to anyone.

"And you aren't sad?" You give him a pointed glance, shifting in your seat as you try to find a way to shift the conversation to anything else.

Luckily you didn't have to. Much to everyone's surprise, the empty chair next to you was being pulled out, and a familiar two-toned haired man took a seat in it.

"Hey." Was the only thing Kenma said, ignoring the opened mouth gapes from the table.

The first to break the silence was Lev, who said, "Glad that you could make it! We were just talking about you."

Kenma's golden eyes flicked to him, then to you next, seemingly asking if you were talking shit about him.

"We were wondering if you were still coming, is all." You quickly followed up Lev's words, taking a moment to kick his foot under the table for his wording.

At this, Kenma nodded slowly then gave a small sigh, "I was finishing up a raid. But I told you, Prince, I was still thinking about showing up"

"Did you do well at least?" Yamamoto pointed a fork at him, thankfully making the table look at anyone but you. As you were sure that if they had, they would be fighting back the urge to tease you for your reaction to the nickname.

Fukunaga reached across to lower Yamamoto's fork, shaking his head slightly "Does Kenma ever lose?"

"Actually, I did."

The conversation about his game continued for a few more minutes before it stopped, and was replaced with another one. Eventually, the waitress came with the tab, in which Kuroo snatched it up before anyone else had the chance to try and pay.

"Are you guys ready to go play some volleyball?" Yaku hopped up from his chair, ready to take the lead.

With a small chorus of cheers, your little group of seven left the restaurant. Yaku was side by side with Lev, behind them was Kuroo, Yamamoto and Fukunaga. This left you and Kenma, who was falling behind more and more as you all made your way to the nearest park.

You gave a glance over your shoulder, eyeing him for a moment. His hair fell a bit below his shoulders now, and the dark brown had grown out more into the blonde, though he still wore it in the half updo that was typical of him. He seemed a bit taller than you remember. He seemed a little more comfortable in who he was, from what you could see that is. Though in the current moment, you could see an uncertain look in his eyes.

You took a moment to slow your steps, until you were matching strides with him, staying quiet as you walked side by side. Taking another look at him, his face was the same. He was staring straight ahead, seemingly trying to calculate something in his mind.

"You don't have to stay back here with me you know. Im sure it'd be more fun to talk with the others." Were his first words to you, still never looking over to you.

At this you paused, almost stumbling over your own feet as you faltered. "It's okay, I want to walk with you."

"Are you sure? It looked like you had more fun up there with them…"

At this, you stopped walking all together, carefully grabbing the sleeve of his sweater to get him to stop as well.

"What?" He asked, finally bringing his eyes to yours. The same eyes that could hold your whole world in them. The ones that were so warm, and comforting to you.

You took in a deep breath, steeling your nerves for what you were about to say to him, "Kenma, I want to walk next to you because I enjoy your company. My favorite thing to do is sit with you on call, even if we aren't talking. I can have fun with the others while we play volleyball. " You hesitated for a moment, your free hand balling into a tight fist as you exhaled and continued, "I haven't seen you in awhile, and right now I just want to be with you."

A thick and heavy silence hung over you two, as he started to process your words, his cheeks starting to turn a pale rosy color. "Be with me? I thought…I thought we were talking about walking,"

"Well. I-i just. I mean yes, I want to walk next to you but…" you struggled to get the words out, your mind a seemingly endless ocean of difficult thoughts and emotions, dropping the hand from his sleeve as you did, "But, I just…I figured that I should try to tell you that I like spending time with you, even if it's simply walking behind our friends."

He nodded slowly, and turned to look away, "Well, then, I guess we can walk together. But the others are getting pretty far away so we should…"

You blinked, following his line of sight, to see that your friends were in fact, starting to be just out of sight. "Oh…yeah, I guess you're right, let's go catch up."

You started to walk towards them, you could feel him intertwine his fingers with yours, taking a moment to adjust his hand until it felt just right. At this, you could feel your heart skip a beat.

"For the record. I've always liked spending time with you too. It's…its nice." He looked at you, the slight breeze in the air pushing some of his hair out of his face, "I've always thought that way, actually."

Another silence fell over you, but this one was different. It wasn't suffocatingly tense. It felt like the ones you had in the voice chats. You could stay like this for hours if you really wanted to.

Unfortunately, your friends had other things planned, as Kuroo's booming voice broke you out of your quiet and soft moment, "Hey, Kenma, you and your prince charming are getting left behind! Hurry up!"

You let out a small laugh in disbelief, and looked back over to Kenma, "Well, you heard him, we should go…"

He returned the sentiment, squeezing your hand slightly, "Lead the way, Prince"