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arigatouiris · 4 years

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an inconvenient crush // kozume kenma x reader (2/2)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the support! I really appreciate people coming in and telling me you liked my story! Makes me feel so loved and valid, I can’t even begin to tell you how special it makes me feel. Here’s the final part! Do let me know what you think! Thank you so much :”)

Word count: 4k+

Pairing: YouTuber! Kenma Kozume x Streamer! Reader

Summary: YouTuber Kozume Kenma has had the biggest crush on Twitch Streamer, (s/n) (y/n), who in actuality simps heavily after Kenma’s secret YouTube persona, puddinghead0.

What happens when their paths cross?

Kuroo is honestly tired of Kenma’s second-guessing, and (y/n) is a bit of a crackhead.

Warnings: unrequited love, one-sided crush, slight angst, pining, crackhead reader, internet bullying, slang, gaming references, haikyuu manga spoilers, fluff

C h a p t e r T w o: kozume in love

Kenma chuckled when he heard you scream over the controller. The both of you were currently fighting a boss named Martyr Logarius, and while you had beaten the game once, playing it in Newgame+ was extra hard. Kenma was certainly helping, but you had made a silly mistake and died for the fourth time in a row.

"You're dodging too early," Kenma said, still chuckling, "But it is entertaining to see you dodge in such panic."

"Shut up," You groaned over the microphone, earning more chuckles from him, "I'm trying, okay?"

"You beat this game, you said?"

"Ahhh!"

Kenma laughed some more, now covering his face with his hand. He could hear you laugh out of frustration as well, but while this entire orchestration felt funny to both of you, Kenma's heart bubbled dangerously. He loved the sound of your voice, and he absolutely adored the way you groaned and cursed at the bosses each time you died or each time you defeated them. You were good, and even as the game tested you, you trod on. He could see you loved gaming in its entirety, and slowly, he was learning more about you.

"I need a beer." You sighed.

"This game does that to you," Kenma leaned back against his bean bag, "I mean... Not to burst your bubble, but you do suck."

"Oye," You warned playfully, "I'm a streamer."

"Anyone can stream, (y/n)."

There was silence on the other end after that, but Kenma didn't think it was anything odd. The co-oping between you two was going on for a few days now, and it would last up to 5-7 hours at most. It was strange that despite college, you two managed to find time to sit and play, but after a point, it had become more than just the game. You began to crave his voice, crave the way he'd be there, whenever you were about to run low on health, he'd come over and give you time to heal.

Co-oping with Kenma was fun because it felt, oddly, as if he really cared.

"(y/n)?"

"I always thought you sounded familiar," Kenma blinked, "But I think hearing you say more words sort of... gave it away."

"Gave what away?" Kenma's heart was pounding now.

"Kozume-kun," He didn't want to hear the rest, "Are you puddinghead0?"

It took him several seconds to process what you said. He could practically feel his heart beat against his ears, and he could sense you getting impatient at him as well.

"Kozume—"

"How did you know?"

You took a few moments to answer.

"I... I've been a fan for too long not to recognize your voice, really. I just... I guess I had to hear you through the microphone to instantly pick it up? I don't know I... Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want you to know."

"Oh," His heart broke at how low you sounded. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't ask you because I knew you were him or anything! I asked you as Kozume—"

"Right."

"No, listen," You were panicking now, "I assure you, I didn't know until recently. I didn't even think... I never—"

"What did you picture him as, (y/n)?"

"What do you—"

"I'm sure you pictured him as someone different, right? It must disappoint you that someone you admire is in fact, a regular college student—"

"Don't say that! I really enjoy playing with you, and... I never even pictured how you'd look in the first place!"

"Sure—"

"Can we meet? Please, let me just—"

"Not happening. It was nice playing with you, (y/n). I hope you get the platinum—"

"Please, don't do this."

When Kenma hesitated, he knew that it was no longer an inconvenient crush. His fingers trembled and he couldn't look away from the television screen. His chest hurt and he was certain that his shirt was drenched.

"Please, let's—"

"Where do you want to... meet?"

"Oh, thank goodness," Your genuine relief made him want to laugh, "I was so certain you'd hang up. Oh, thank god. Uh, I don't know. You live near campus?"

He narrowed his eyes, "What campus?"

"Tokyo University?"

"You go here too?"

"Literature student! You go here? You mean to say the puddinghead0 goes to—"

"Please, just never call me that, okay?"

"Where do you want to meet?"

"I... Just come to campus, we'll figure it out."

What normally took Kenma 12 minutes took him 17 now. He spent some time pacing back and forth on whether to go or not, before understanding that he couldn't back out after assuring you that he'd be there. He wondered if you would come as a fan or as his friend (were you his friend?), but the foremost thing that Kenma worried about was what your interaction with him would be about. Why did you want to meet him? What explanation did you want to give?

Maybe she wants to thank me, he thought as he walked forward, finally bucking up and realizing that he might actually need to meet you alone as himself.

He noticed that you were waiting outside the gates of the campus, airpods plugged in, head rocking lightly to some music that you were listening to. From a distance, you caught sight of him and waved almost hesitantly, shooting his heart to the skies. Your hair was tied in a messy bun and you were wearing anime merch, a Bakugou shirt with regular jeans. No matter what you wore, Kenma thought you were ridiculously pretty. Kenma had always thought you were pretty, from the very first video that you uploaded. He caught your stream in Kuroo's laptop when he had come over, and apparently it was your first time. You were hesitant and shy, but it gradually died down the more you played. Kenma found himself laughing so much that it alerted Kuroo, who had understood right away that you held a special place in Kenma's mind since no one could make Kenma laugh quite like you could.

When he was a few feet away from you, you looked at him awkwardly before he noticed you were red-faced. Is she... blushing?

"U-Uh, yeah so uh," She was so nervous that it was making him feel weird, "I don't want to treat you differently but I just realized that I was gushing to you about puddinghead not knowing that you are, in fact, puddinghead and god, I feel like an idiot."

Kenma had to laugh at that before shaking his head, "It's fine, I don't get too many compliments anyway."

"You had me simping all over you and you knock that down as compliments? Please teach me the art of modesty, senpai."

Kenma laughed some more before letting out a breath, rubbing the back of his neck. You were taking breaths now yourself; you were standing beside someone who had literally inspired you to start streaming gameplay, and you had no idea that you were playing alongside him all this while until he had practically confirmed it not too long ago. Of course, a part of you felt weird that he never told you himself, but perhaps he wanted to keep it a secret. Also...

He had been watching your streams. Kenma had admitted that as himself the first time you had met. You could practically die.

"There's this cafe down this road," You said, suddenly feeling a lot bolder, "We won't have to stand around awkwardly then."

"Alright."

The walk wasn't quiet, you were desperately trying to think of something to talk about, and you were mumbling a few things here and there about Bloodborne, and he commented back; but neither of you found your heart in the conversation and kept going because you didn't know how to handle the silence. While you admired Kenma, Kenma was also aware that you had no idea the feelings he had for you.

It made him feel a bit inadequate, and he wasn't sure how to take it.

When you reached the cafe, Kenma and yourself took the seats outside. You took in his appearance properly for the first time that evening; his hair tied in a messy, loose ponytail and wearing baggy clothing with black jeans and sneakers. Kenma was gorgeous, you wouldn't deny that, especially now that your heart was bubbling with excitement over how he was your YouTube idol. Strangely, his question rang in your mind:

What did you picture him as, (y/n)?

Your eyes softened at Kenma as he checked his phone for a minute; unable to look away. You stared at him the way folks stare at a rainbow, taking in all that unexpected beauty, not wanting to look away in case it might disappear. You felt yourself blushing when he looked up to meet your gaze, almost feeling time stop. But, you were too much of an overthinker to let that happen.

I'm sure you pictured him as someone different, right? It must disappoint you that someone you admire is in fact, a regular college student—

"Kozume-kun," What am I doing? "I can't picture anyone but you."

He was now staring at you like you were an idiot mumbling rubbish. He gulped, you could see the rise and fall of his adam's apple, but he wasn't saying a word.

"A few months ago, when I started the channel on Twitch, I could do it only because of you. You inspired me to upload my own gameplay because I now had a platform to be proud of it. But as Kozumu-kun, you gave me the courage to not only be proud of my gameplay but to see what's actually important," You smiled as you said, "Fun."

"You're giving me way too much credit."

You shook your head, "We don't always realize how little exchanges that we have with people cause ripple effects. Playing with you these past few days reminded me of what streaming for views made me forget. Views don't matter, the fun does. I let those comments get to me because the views mattered to me, and they still do. But, that's not everything. I learned that from you."

Kenma didn't know what to say.

"So when you figured out that I was... the YouTuber—"

"Puddinghead—"

"—Yeah, that. Didn't you think I lied to you?"

You shook your head, "You never had a face reveal, which meant that you wanted to keep it a secret. So why would I feel like you lied? You had every reason to—"

"Stop being so fucking adorable, it's actually pissing me off." Kenma snapped without realizing.

Both of your eyes widened—Kenma's and yours—at the words that exited his mouth. Your face was flaming at what he said, and Kenma probably felt like a suicidal ostrich. He wanted to bury his head under the ground and never rise, for that would keep him away from the embarrassment that was due; he could hear Kuroo's laughter in the distance, which made it all the worse.

"I'm... I'm not trying to be cute, you know?" You said, tilting your head a little, playing with a strand of your hair.

Kenma frowned at you, wondering now if you were doing it on purpose.

"What are you... doing?"

"There's a word for it!" You pointed an index finger in the air, "Hanker sore."

Kenma scoffed, "What's that?"

"It's finding someone so attractive that it pisses you off."

Kenma blushed, "Y-You're not all that attractive, you just... come across as cute sometimes."

Your eyes widened, "I'm a catch!"

He bit his lower lip, "Yeah, sure."

"Hey! I am a total catch, you could like totally fall for me!"

Kenma's heart skipped a beat, "Yeah, sure."

While you were sitting across him having a struggle over how he easily pushed away your claims, Kenma stared at you like you were all he could see, and as if you were a sight that he would forget if he didn't drink in your details at this very second. A moment later, you gasped before leaning forward.

"I think we should get something."

"Let's actually... go get your platinum."

Your eyes widened, "You... don't mind?"

He shook his head now that he was absolutely certain, "No, let's go back."

You were beaming and thanking him, acting as if he suddenly wasn't the YouTuber you had been simping after, treating him like a separate individual that he was, behaving as you would with anyone else; Kenma's worries dissipated in thin air, he was now confident that he had fallen in love with you, mind, body, and soul—your voice had ensnared and captured him, and now, your revelation had done the deed of claiming his heart.

"Oh, and," Kenma said, "No one will know."

You nodded before throwing him a mock salute, "Of course!"

You were legitimately freaking out.

Kenma had followed you as puddinghead on your professional Twitter and you had been staring at the screen for close to an hour now. You weren't sure if the reason for your heart to be beating the way it was was because Kenma was puddinghead or because you had finally learned what puddinghead looked like, but whatever it was, the feeling was intense.

Are these feelings romantic though? You wouldn't lie, before you knew puddinghead's face, you had pictured meeting him and dating him—the regular daydreaming that a person would do for the person they were simping after. And while those thoughts were innocent, now puddinghead had a name. Puddinghead was Kozume Kenma, an attractive college student, CEO of Bouncing Ball Corp, and YouTuber. Your mind was taking you to places, and juxtaposing your previous fantasies now with Kenma's face. No, no, no, you scolded yourself before covering your face with your hand. Yes, discovering his identity is huge, but don't forget, he thinks of you as a friend!

You were about to join his party on the PSN and co-op Bloodborne again, but all you could think about were how long Kenma's fingers were when they were placed on the table before you that day when you met him in the cafe.

You were practically out of it.

"Hey, Kozume-kun!"

"You know you can call me Kenma, right? I call you (y/n)."

"O-Oh," Your face reddened uncharacteristically. "R-Really?"

You heard Kenma chuckle and your heart was ready to combust, "Yeah, what's there to think about?"

Oh dear lord, "Okay. Uh... So..."

"So."

"Uh."

"(y/n)?"

Fuck, "K-Kenma-kun."

Kenma had his hand covering his jaw at how cute you sounded, but you were practically jelly yourself. It wasn't easy learning the identity of your internet crush and having to play with them as friends. It wasn't easy to accept these facts and to admit that maybe, just maybe, the person that they are in real life was equally attractive.

"We have to beat the Shadows of Yharnam today."

Did his voice always sound like velvet?

"Hm, I've heard they were relatively easy?"

"No," He said chuckling, "To you, they're definitely going to be a challenge."

When he chuckles, I feel like I'll die.

"Didn't you play against them without co-op?"

"Oh, yeah," You could practically picture him rubbing the back of his neck, "I did co-op for Gherman in the end, though."

Fuck, he's so cute!

"What?" Kenma asked, sounding confused.

"What?"

"You said 'he's so cute', you mean Gherman?" You gasped, "(y/n), he's... he's an old man?"

"Y-Yeah! Haha, I mean... Yeah. It's... I was..."

Kenma laughed before asking you to continue before you slapped yourself for making such a big fool out of yourself. Snap out of it, you scolded yourself once more. You can't like Kenma-kun just because you know he's puddinghead.

But, did you?

As days passed, you exchanged numbers with Kenma. Texting him was relatively easy since he barely tried to keep the conversation alive and you just had so much to say. Sometimes, Kenma believed he might be boring, but you kept texting him as if his personality wasn't really that much of a bother. He wasn't much of a texter, and you had caught on, a fact that didn't actually bother you. Kenma, however, would never leave you on read, would try to reply within the hour even though he doesn't text as often.

Your mind, however, revolved around the heart he had once sent you as puddinghead.

You were re-reading the tweets almost every night, and juxtaposing the image of an empty face with Kenma's. For some reason, puddinghead's image was slowly erasing itself from your mind; you became less fascinated with the YouTube persona, but instead, looked forward to hearing from his real-life identity, trying to know more about his day, about his other interests, and having learned that he was from Nekoma blew your mind since he was from a rival school.

Kenma and you often met at the cafe again, just to grab a few snacks and talk about games. It would be you most of the time who would be initiating conversation, and Kenma would listen and retort when he felt the need to. However, not once did you feel like he wasn't listening; not once did Kenma make you think you weren't keeping him engaged. His eyes were on you, his intense gaze enough to burn you to the ground. It practically had you shivering.

Your mind, however, still continued to revolve around the heart he had once sent you as puddinghead.

"I might need to go to a volleyball game soon—"

"Why did you send me a heart?"

Kenma froze before meeting your gaze. "What?"

You almost wanted to slap yourself but you had said it. You couldn't hold it back, you couldn't keep mulling over your thoughts and therefore, you decided to tell the source of your problems what your problems were.

"Kenma-kun, I... I had a big crush on puddinghead," Kenma's gaze on you was unwavering, "Now that I know you're puddinghead, and... and you were the one who sent me a heart, I... I've always thought you were cute and all—"

"(y/n)—"

"—and it's a bit unfair if I like you only because you're puddinghead, but I gave it a lot of thought—"

"—(y/n), listen—"

"—and I don't want you thinking that my feelings are just because you're a famous YouTuber and I just want to like... I don't know... I enjoy every second with you and slowly I just—"

Kenma's finger tapped your forehead, freezing you in position. His cat-like eyes were boring into your soul, and there he was, face inches away from yours, expressionlessly staring into you.

"I've been in love with you for the longest time," Kenma's voice was gold, "No pressure, though."

"No..." What the fuck? "N-No pressure?!"

Kenma laughed at your outburst, "Yeah, I mean... I took sometime accepting it, to even think that I liked you over the internet didn't make sense to me. And then we bumped into each other and we started gaming together and I guess I understood that your internet persona was just a part of you I'd liked, and now I like you more."

Oh.

Was it really that simple?

"So... If I liked you as puddinghead—"

"Please don't call me that."

"—and if I like you as Kenma-kun, then..."

Kenma sighed before offering you a sweet smile, "It's probably the same thing, (y/n). Stop worrying."

"Can I kiss you?" You blurted out, without thought.

God, this woman, Kenma thought, before covering his jaw with his hand.

In less than a week, you'd learned the route to Kenma's apartment by heart. You went over to game at his place, and slowly began streaming as (y/n) again on Twitch. You didn't want to stream with Kenma yet, because you guys had just started dating a month ago. For liking you longer than you liked him, Kenma was relatively cool about you hanging over at his, and about initiating any sort of touch—because your thoughts were practically spilling out of you and as cute as he once thought they were, he didn't want you to say 'pinch me' every time he kissed you.

Kenma's hands were buried into your hair as he kissed you fervently, softly at first before pulling back to see how flushed your face was. He'd never really imagined you being here, out of the screen he saw you from, in his arms, kissing him back.

He chuckled at the thought.

"What's so funny?" You were legitimately a crackhead, but he adored you.

"I thought having a crush on you was very inconvenient at first."

"Why?"

He shrugged before pulling you to his chest, your face reddening at the contact. He noticed, but simply shook his head as you buried your face into his chest.

"Because I thought it was too good to be true."

"Am I the one freaking out each time or are you?"

"Yeah, that part even I don't get."

You giggled before wrapping your hands around his neck, bringing yourself closer to him. Your face was at the crook of his neck, eyes closed as his arms were wrapped around your waist. You were both currently on Kenma's couch, nuzzling with each other on a lazy class-less Monday.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing Kenma's roommate, in all honesty, did not know how to react when a famous Twitch streamer was lying asleep on his roommate. Kenma gave him a nonchalant look before placing a finger on his lips.

"She's asleep."

"Y-Yeah, that's definitely what I was thinking." The roommate said before rushing to his room and locking the door.

Well, Kenma thought before bringing his hand back around your waist, That's a problem for another day.

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spicyfoodboi · 4 years

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a cup of coffee

Genre: fluff

A kenma kozume x reader

A coffee shop AU

Synopsis: a day in a life being with the pudding-haired barista.

a/n: hey guys! Sorry for delaying chapter 2 but I just want to relax and fix the shadowban before I continue so I apologize. Anyways, I was inspired to write this because of the newest official art with KENMA IN A PONYTAIL!! And since kuroo was wearing a nekoma café shirt, it was bound to happen. Requests are open so please don't be shy to ask something! I'll attach the photo so you guys would feel the same vibe and why I was so excited to do this! Let's get started!

Your shared apartment always smelt like freshly brewed coffee. You loved the scent after all. You woke up to see your boyfriend's side of the bed empty, you sat up, yawning and looking around the room to see if kenma already left only to see him putting on his white button-down. You smiled, standing up and stretching. It looked like he hasn't noticed you were awake. You tip-toed over to the male and hugged him from behind, your chin resting on his shoulder.

He glanced at you from the side and smiled, buttoning up the last of his buttons. Then turn in your embrace, resting his hands on your hips, placing his forehead on yours. "good morning (y/n)." he whispered with a smile. His breath fanning your face.

"good morning ken-ken." you said, a smile gracing your features. You pull away and went out of the shared space into the spacious living room. You sat on the couch, opening your laptop to read some business emails.

Kozume follows you out, going into the kitchen and whipping up something. The smell of coffee wafted more strongly now. A minute later, he walked over and handed you your usual coffee, in your favorite mug. You couldn't help but smile.

"wow, thanks kenma! You know you don't have to make me a cup of coffee every day," you said, taking a sip. It was perfect as usual. He hummed in response. You followed his trail when your boyfriend stood near the doorway of the apartment, putting on his shoes, his nintendo switch in his hand, getting ready to play his game while on his commute to the nekoma café.

you rested your chin on the back of the couch and looked at him lovingly. "take care ken-ken! Love you!" you said before sitting down once again to go start on some emails.

"I will. Love you too, my player 2." he said before heading out the door. He has that effect on you, making you blush even though you aren't looking at him.

Lunchtime came and you were bored out of your mind. You have done most of your work and you wanted to go out. Go where exactly? To the nekoma café of course! You held onto your wallet and went on your way, down the streets of Tokyo towards the very popular café.

You enter the crowded coffee shop and heard someone call out your name. it was a very excited, new barista, lev. This caught the attention of the manager, yaku. The demon manager kicks lev, pulling him to the backroom but not before waving at you. You see yamamoto's blond mohawk, he glanced at you and smiled before going back to taking orders.

You see the bed-headed kuroo brewing cups of coffee along with your pudding-haired boyfriend. You get in yaku's line and wait for your turn, admiring kenma's concentration while making each order.

You reached the start of your line when kenma walked over and handed yaku a latte with a big heart on top and whispered something in the manager's ear, the tip of his ears pink. You didn't see his ears much since he always has his hair down but since he has his hair up in a ponytail, you can see them.

Yaku just sighs and hands it to you. "our kenma said to just give it to you. He has the bill covered." the manager said with a teasing smile that makes you blush.

"Are you sure? I can pay for it." you said as you started taking out the money but yaku just pushes the drink into your chest.

"don't worry about it. There's a open table over there. Just sit down and enjoy your coffee!" the manager said, pointing at the free table for two by the window. You smiled and thanked him before walking over and sitting down, taking sips of your coffee while looking out at the busy streets.

The coffee shop started to empty after the lunch rush. You sighed, taking one last sip, finishing the cup of coffee. You were about to stand up when you see kenma sitting down on the chair across from yours, his hands holding onto his nintendo switch. "hey baby…" he whispered, glancing at his co-workers and friends staring at the both of you, making you blush.

"hey, ken-ken! Thanks for the coffee earlier but you didn't have to, I would've paid for it…" you said sheepishly. You looked over at him just to appreciate how focused he is while playing his game.

To your surprise, he pauses his game and places his switch down and looks at you straight in the eye. "I like it when I see you smile. And I could see coffee is also one thing that makes you happy, it's the least I could do. Think of it as a proclamation of my love." he said, his voice low so only you could hear him. He could see his smile. It was a smile only a few people would see, you were lucky to be one of them.

That smile was enough to make you blush to the tips of your ears. He takes your hands in his, rubbing the back of your palms with his thumbs. You looked at him to see him staring back you, his grin bigger than before, making you smile before.

Both of you stayed there, talking about whatever came up. Video games or just about your day. The both of you were just happy that both of you could bask in each other's presence.

Good thing kenma's co-workers are nice enough to let kenma have the rest of the day off. You're lucky that they support and ship the both of you that they're willing to shoulder extra work.

Sorry for not posting yesterday, I was kind out of it, I'm kinda still I am since school is very stressful but here we go! Hope you guys enjoy this! Requests are open for this I'm willing to do another version of this, like for other characters so don't be shy to tell me if you want others! Thanks for reading!! Love you guys ❤💖💕💞

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90stimkon · 7 years

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have a good (hair) day

Rating: PG if u squint Length: 1,975 words Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou/Kozume Kenma (kuroken)

Summary: Both Kuroo and his son have a thing for long hair.

Notes: Part of an art/fic trade with @perjamensi ! We agreed on “Kuroken featuring baby Lev,” which is one of my fave things ever.

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In a moment of weakness, Kenma offers: “I’ll grow my hair out until the adoption papers go through.”

Kuroo looks up from where he’s sitting with his head in his hands like he’s reminding himself how to breathe. He nearly doesn’t hear Kenma, too overwhelmed with thinking how to solve the latest hurdle in the adoption process, but Kenma’s hand slipping him into the here and now reminds him of the world outside of his head. “You mean it?”

Kenma squeezes his hand and nods, offering the only things he can: a soft smile and his unconditional love. “Yeah. It’s going to work out, Tetsu.”

Narrowing his eyes, Kuroo holds his breath and tries to give Kenma an out. After years of begging Kenma to let it grow out and rejection time and time again, Kuroo had all but given up of the fantasy that had haunted his youth. “You know it could be years?”

“I don’t think it will be,” Kenma says, reaching up to touch his chin-length hair, freshly bleached as of a few days ago. His tone has a hint of hesitation, suggesting that he might have made a mistake but didn’t realize it until now.

“I love you,” Kuroo says, leaning over to kiss Kenma chastely on the mouth. He doesn’t care if Kenma’s just trying to cheer him up after another devastating blow to their family planning, he’ll take it -- so long as Kenma wants it too.

Kenma tugs Kuroo and his hand closer, smiling against his lips. “I love you too.”

“You’re really doing it,” Kuroo gasps in awe.

Kenma glares from where he’s holding Lev in his arms. More complicated than the paperwork process was the day-to-day process of caring for and rearing a child. “I told you I would.”

“Yeah, but,” and Kuroo clamps his mouth shut, knowing better than the finish that thought. “It looks good.”

“It’s only been three weeks,” Kenma says, smiling fondly, as he holds Lev upright and holds the bottle for the baby.

Kuroo swings around to spoon Kenma from behind, chin now resting on the top of Kenma’s head. He can only see it from here, the dark roots barely pushing out at the tips, but he insists, “I can see your roots starting to come in.”

“That’s what hair does.”

Kuroo wraps one arm around Kenma’s waist and another on Lev’s head, brushing as the soft, fine downy head of hair he has. “It’s cute.”

“It’s nothing new,” Kenma says, taking on a tone of defensiveness even though it was a compliment. Years have gone by, and Kenma still couldn’t accept such attentions. He hugs Lev against his chest a bit protectively, shifting enough to glare at Kuroo.

“It’s kind of new.” Kuroo laughs as he rubs his chin against the top of Kenma’s hair to mess it up. “You’re growing it out this time.”

“Yeah, but it’s nothing new yet.” Kenma pushes Kuroo off and gently pushes their bouncing bundle of joy into Kuroo’s arms. “Anyway, he needs a diaper change. Take care of it.”

“Paaaaapapapapaa,” Lev babbles, grabbing onto Kenma’s shoulder length hair and giving it a tug.

Kenma immediately grimaces, sighing as he shifts Lev lower in his grasp. His hair isn’t much longer than he usually keeps it, and already it’s becoming a bother. More importantly, their child has understood the word, “papa,” for a month yet still refuses to say it correctly. “Papa.”

“Papapa!” Lev cheers back. He throws both of his arms up, jerking Kenma’s hair with his little palms.

“No,” Kenma says sourly. His eyebrow twitches as he struggles to detach his hair from his baby’s grasp, but Lev’s hold is as firm as the Iron Curtain. “It’s papa, Lev.”

“Papaaaaaa,” Lev shouts and Kenma’s about to smile when Lev adds, “papappa!”

Kenma sighs and wonders why he ever let Kuroo convince him they were ready for children.

“I can feel you staring,” Kenma says, placing Lev down for a nap. He’s sitting on the floor and has been up since three when Lev started crying, and he hasn’t had enough coffee for whatever nonsense Kuroo’s about to pull.

“You-- I-- Sorry,” Kuroo stammers, looking away with a thick blush.

Kenma sighs. Whatever it is, it’s not worth asking. Still: “What is it?”

At least Kuroo has never been one to run away, joining Kenma on the floor even though his face is entirely red and he still can’t look Kenma in the eye. He gestures to his own bedhead, which hasn’t changed in all the years they’ve known each other. “It…looks really good.”

Kenma reaches up to touch his head and grins when he feels the twin buns he was barely able to tie in place to keep it out of their child’s reach. Now that his hair is just below the shoulder, he needs to find more creative ways to keep it away from Lev. “They’re just buns.”

“Yeah, but they’re good buns.”

Kenma swats Kuroo’s hands away when he tries to touch them and lays down beside Lev, pulling out his phone. He mostly wants to check the time, but he also wants to check if his lives refilled since Lev started yanking on his hair and made him mess up. He ends up snapping his phone shut without bringing the game up. “Had to put it up so Lev would stop playing with it.”

“Can’t blame him,” Kuroo admits shamelessly. It’s annoying, but it makes Kenma smile.

“Come nap with us,” Kenma says while patting the free space on the blanket on the other side of Lev.

Kuroo makes himself comfortable and tosses an arm over Kenma’s waist, pressing their little family together. “Don’t mind if I do.”

Kenma gasps and holds his breath when Lev supports himself on his two feet. It’s not the first time Lev has stood up on his own, but Kenma has a special warmth in his chest that assures him this will be the day Lev takes his first steps all on his own. His focus is entirely on their child, but he can hear Kuroo sniffling in that way Kenma knows he does whenever he’s about to start crying.

Lev’s cried every single time he’s fallen down, just like Kuroo in that loud, ugly way, but he doesn’t cry this time, offering up his two dads a happy smile as he takes two steps and trips into Kenma with a loud, “papa!”

Kenma doesn’t mind when Lev grabs onto his hair and latches on for support this time, too busy kissing his son’s face and hugging him tight.

By the time Kenma’s hair reaches the middle of his chest, he knows he’s made a mistake. Lev begins to think anything that looks like string and either dangles or swishes is a toy, and it’s made a mess of their curtains, pillowcase tassels, and, most annoyingly, Kenma’s hair.

Lev is only half of the problem though; the other half of the problem is Kenma’s other child, who just like their baby, can’t keep his fingers out of Kenma’s hair or cooing about how good it looks or staring too long whenever Kenma styles it, even in the most minimal of braids.

It’s unexpected, but Kenma doesn’t mind it as much as he thought he would, coming to anticipate and even enjoy the way Lev tugs on his hair with a quiet, “papa,” or the way Kuroo pulls on his hair at night, repeating his name over and over.

“What are you doing?” Kuroo asks, watching Kenma move irritably from their couch to their loveseat back to the couch to the rocking chair and, right where he began, the couch.

Kenma gets up from the couch and moves to the rocker again, scowling as Lev runs after him with the happy baby gurgle he hasn’t quite outgrown. “He won’t. Stop. Following. Me.”

“Pfft.” Kenma would hate Kuroo for laughing right now if he wasn’t so in love with that stupid hyena laughter of his. “He’s a baby, what do you expect? He likes clinging onto you.”

“I’m not what he likes to cling to,” Kenma corrects. He tugs at the ponytail behind his back, swishing it impatiently at Kuroo. He has some extra inches since they started this ridiculous ordeal nearly a year ago, only the bottom half a creamy blonde anymore. When it’s not put up in a ponytail like it is now, it falls just below his chest, a fray of split ends he keeps trimming since Lev keeps grabbing them. It’s this bundle of hair he shakes at Kuroo. “This is what he likes to cling to.”

“Papaaaaaa!!” Lev shouts both excitedly and impatiently, throwing himself at Kenma’s knees when he swishes his hair.

Kenma retreats again, this time running to Kuroo and crawling into his lap. Kenma crouches into a ball there, as if trying to hide. “Save me.”

“He’s your baby,” Kuroo says, though he wraps both arms around Kenma, playing along with with the hiding game. Just like his son, Kuroo’s fingers roam up to Kenma’s hair and give it a stroke, but Kenma pushes his hands down. “I know you said this was temporary, but we really should touch up your hair.”

“He’s your baby too,” Kenma says, ignoring Kuroo’s second point completely and opting to poke his husband in the stomach. “Do something.”

“Lev!” Kuroo calls out brightly, and he scoops their child into his arms as Lev does his best to crawl up the furniture. Kuroo settles their baby against his and Kenma’s chests, and though Kenma groans when Lev tries to grab as his ponytail, he pets their child’s hair and cheeks. Kuroo leans down just enough to kiss Lev on the forehead. “Oi, Lev. Leave your papa’s hair alone. It’s annoying him.”

Lev only lets out a happy cry, this time latching onto Kuroo’s bedhead and yanking it rough enough that Kuroo starts yelling. Kenma really should feel bad about it, but he starts laughing.

“Kenma, I’m home!” Kuroo calls out tiredly, toeing off his shoes and dropping the groceries he bought on the table. Today is a never ending day, one thing after another: wake up to Lev crying, make coffee, forget to eat breakfast because Lev’s refusing to be potty trained, go to work, remember to call Kenma during breaks, come home to clean Lev’s puke off the wall, go grocery shopping, time for dinner, Lev will need a bath and a book read to him before he’ll go to sleep. It feels like today will never end, and Kuroo’s ready to collapse against Kenma and sleep for a solid five hours before Lev screams them both awake and they repeat the cycle tomorrow.

When Kuroo enters the living room to see Kenma holding Lev in his lap though, his chest swells tight with affection and he thinks it’s all worth it.

Kenma looks up and Kuroo has to blink twice to adjust to the sight of him: his hair is chin-length and freshly dyed a honey blonde. Smiling more widely than Kuroo’s ever seen him smile in his entire life, Kenma holds up the manila folder sitting to his right.

“I know it’s over, but I’m going to miss your hair,” Kuroo says, kissing Kenma’s neck once they’re tucked in, spooned together, and ready to turn in for the night. It’s a little strange now that Kuroo doesn’t have a nest of hair to bury his face into at night, but Kenma’s hair still smells like their favorite shampoo and it’s as silky as ever, exactly how Kuroo loves it.

“Long hair is annoying with a baby,” Kenma agrees. He rubs the tips of his hair and rolls over in Kuroo’s embrace to smirk at him. “But I was thinking I’d grow it out until we adopt the next one.”

#kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #haikyuu!!#myfic

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kaminari denki is best boi!! I love the way you draw him! he deserves all the love!!!! thank you for giving him love

Thank you!!!!!!! aND ISN’T HE!!!!!!!! I adore him and he’s so much fun to draw and all I want is for him to be showered in love did I mention I love him I’m in love with him

Anon said: THE JOKE IN YOUR BOKUROTERU COMIC ABOUT DAICHI NEEDING SOME SUGA HAD ME CRYING ON THE FLOOR FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES

I’M HAPPY YOU LIKED IT LMAO

Anon said: OK. Okay, now you've done it. I'm starting bnh today. I'm blaming u when I fall into a new Fandom hell orz

👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 let me know how that goes anon I hope you’ll love it as much as I do ahhhh

Anon said:Beautiful anon here (that sounds so wrong but you know what I mean). I'm so happy I got a doodle it's so cuteeeeeee and another one today with Denki getting some Kiri Baku love. I'm officially deceased. Please show these drawings at my funeral, thank you.

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I’M GLAD YOU LIKED THEM ANON!!!! 💕💕💕💕

Anon said: GLASSES AKAASHI AND PONYTAIL KENMA THANK YOU SO MUCH

Anon said: OMG THE WAY YOU DRAW AKAASHI IS SO PRETTY I'VE LITERALLY ASCENDED TO HEAVEN

Anon said: I love how you design akaashi and kenma for your tattoo AU (◕‿◕✿) if it's not too much trouble can I see a little bit more of those two please and thank you!!!

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Anon said: Dude!! Your akaken designs are rlly sweet I love em. Akaashi's tattoo especially is rlly cute gosh but!! Is there any purpose behind the rings they both had around their necks??

👀 👀 👀 .....yep, they’re a matched pair - I didn’t make it 100% official because not everyone reading the AU might ship AkaKen, but to make a pretty long story very much short the rings symbolize their relationship being the closest thing to married they can get in Japan 👍

Anon said: Sono le 2 di notte cosa ci fai ancora in piedi? Anche se è vacanza non è una scusa per non dormire! (lmao scherzo anch'io sono sveglia ma cerca di riposarti okay?) (Tra l'altro adoro il tuo ultimo fumetto, kenma è perfetto!!)

lmao fun fact il mio ritmo sonno-veglia è un completo disastro e la maggior parte della roba che posto viene completata alle due di notte hahahaha #I’mAMess

Anon said: Uraraka is me

Uraraka is all of us poor broke souls lbr, she’s Relatable™

Anon said: can i just say that i love your art so much!! I've only just got into bnha recently, i watched the anime a while back but your art convinced me to start reading the manga too so thank you so much for being the main reason i have no life rn :) :) :)

You’re welcome 👍👍👍👍 now we can be in hell (or heaven, depending on how you look at it) together hahaha

Anon said: Please pay with color more!! I love it so much!!

OH MY GOSH!!!!! I’m super happy you liked it!!!!!!!

Anon said: BNHA season 2 comes out at april, and can you draw some katsud,eku? bc theyre my life hnGfF

Aw anon, I don’t ship them romantically! Well, I mean, I don’t mind them, but producing stuff for them is a bit... but if you’re okay with them being buds then SURE I’ve decided a while ago that in my comics their relationship is gonna be a couple steps ahead already hahaha

Anon said: hmm do you have any special feelings about toshinori/aizawa?? bc it is. so rare,, (also all of your art keeps me going. I love getting notifications that you've uploaded smth ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ )

AHHHHHHH thank you so much!!!!!!!! and... uhhhhhhhhhhhh I’ve never really thought about them like that tbh? The only Aizawa ship I ship is with Yamada, and even that is just because my sis ships it and suggested fics and I end up shipping stuff really easily lbr haha I dunno! I’ll have to think about it a bit

Anon said:Did you considered Akashi x konoha?

I have! Because it has been mentioned to me already a couple times, and because Konoha miiiiight be one of those haikyuu characters I kind of just ship with everyone, oops - as you might have noticed I’m kind of really deep in Aka.Ken and Kono.Komi so Kono.Aka isn’t exactly something I spend time thinking about, but it sounds really damn nice o

Anon said: I'm rewatching bnha and I have a completely different perception of it this time thanks to your art

Anon said: When you become unreasonably obsessed with that one ongoing comic strip... AndwhyarentthereanymorethothatsastupidthoughtcuzartistsneedtimebutitssogoodandINEEDMOREEEyouregoodatthis Btw ur art is cool. Ur cool. :D

Anon said: Hi i just wanted to tell you that i really really enjoy reading your comics! Have a great day! :D

Anon said: I just wanted to say how much I love your art and art style! Even though it's simplistic, that's what gives it the charm 🦉

Anon said: ngl, I visit your blog everyday to see if there is an update on that bokukuroteru comic (I mean... I would still visit regularly for all the awesome art but that comic is E V E R Y T H I N G)

Anon said:hi! i just started looking at this today and let me just say, your art is amazing this yaoi is amazing and omfg ily(platonicly and role modely)

THANK ALL OF YOU SO MUCH HOLY SMOKES!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕

if there’s any ask I haven’t replied to yet it’s either something I mean to draw for OR it got lost between those I mean to draw for orz either way I read all of them as soon as I get them and they make me!!!!!! super happy!!!!!!! so thank you, even if I haven’t explicitly answered it here know that I appreciate it and it made my day brighter when you sent it! Thank you so so so so much!!!!!

#fran answers #will i ever learn to answer before a ridiculous amount of time passes #the world may never know #i get distracted so easily I'm so sorry o<-< rip #anonymous

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