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classyinnie · 2 years
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Kenma understands what it's like to be talked over and interrupted. Especially in a large group, he knows what it's like to be ignored because people can't hear him or think his opinion is irrelevant. It had never bothered him because it would take more of his energy to keep talking anyway. But when it comes to you, he finds it unacceptable.
Kenma was half-listening to you talking about a recent experience, but he didn’t fail to notice how you stopped midway and gradually lower the volume of your voice. Someone in the group changed the subject while you were still speaking. When he realizes you've been purposefully ignored, he can't help but abandon the game he's almost finished with and devote his full attention to you.
One glance at your glum expression, had him putting down his phone, turning to face you, and in a gentle voice coaxes you to, “Continue. What were you saying?”
Just seeing your face light up made him completely invested in your story. He honestly wouldn't mind ignoring the group conversation for you – never wanting to participate in it in the first place – as he finds what you’re saying more interesting. Eventually, Kenma would excuse you both to pull you in a quiet place so he could listen to you “better”. Your voice is his favorite thing, and making sure you feel heard has always been his number one priority. 
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venuscrashed · 9 months
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Haikyuu x Reader from another team
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This is gn reader but I accidentally thought of it as a male reader. Sorry.
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Never told his team about you. Not even Tsuki, so you can imagine their surprise when you showed up for a practice match and kissed him.
They shower him with questions and comments. He’s so flustered while you’re just laughing while giving him a back hug.
When the match started his team tried aiming the ball towards you. They want to see your skills.
When Yams got to go in the game you were celebrating. Tanaka and Noya where like “Yams you gonna impress your s/o 😏😏😏”
After the game you to went to go celebrate and hang out.
He goes and watches your game whenever he can. He’s your biggest cheerleader and vise versa.
He’s so happy when you guys have volleyball camp together.
He loves to practice volleyball with you. As long as you guys get to watch a movie and cuddle after.
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No one knew he could talk to someone, let alone date someone.
They tease and bully him all the time. Especially Kuroo, “Hey Kenma! We’re playing their school next.😉”
When you guys have camp together he likes to sit with you and lean his head on your shoulder during breaks.
He sometime ends up watching your game instead and gets in trouble.
His coach invited you to his team just so he doesn’t get distracted. If you joined he was even more distracted.
He silent watches your games. After he goes to your house and plays video games.
Will walk to your guys spot to meet up and go home with you.
Prefers to be lazy with you, no volleyball playing. But if you guys go up against each other…don’t expect to have an easy game.
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dabislilbaby · 7 months
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Kenma Fluff <3
@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa
It's late when you finally make it home after a long, exhausting day. "Ken?" you called, entering the mostly dark apartment. "In here." He called back from your room. You sighed, glad that he was home, before taking off your shoes and putting your keys on the hook.
The door was cracked open and you could see faint light seeping through as you approached. You found him sitting at his computer with his headset over one ear. Not surprising. He glances at you before putting his attention back on the screen. "Hey." was all he said. You smiled softly. He never did talk very much, but you didn't mind. "Hi." you replied. He moved his hand away from his mouse to grab the bottle of water sitting to his right. As he took a sip, you leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I'm gonna take a shower."
"Okay." He set his drink back down and glanced at you one more time as you walked away from him.
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He saw the bathroom door open out of his peripheral vision and it pulled his attention away from the screen for just a second. He turned his head quickly to catch another glance at you before he looked back at his game. He noticed how your hair was still slightly damp, and you were wearing one of his shirts that just barely covered past your hips. He paused his game and turned to look at you, moving his chair back a few inches. Before you walked past him, he reached his left arm out in your direction. "c'mere." he said.
You looked up from the sound of his voice. "Ken, m' tired." You mumbled, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand. "I know." He kept his arm stretched out to you and just stared, waiting for you to move closer. And after a few seconds you relented. You stepped closer to him and as soon as you were in reach, his hand held onto your waist as he pulled you into his lap. You settled yourself comfortably on his thighs and he moved his chair forward, caging you in between him and his desk. He unpaused his game and you buried your face in his neck, resting your cheek on the hood of his sweater. You felt his chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath, the smell of you shampoo filling his nose. He wasn't very good with words, but he liked when you were close to him like this.
When he'd enter a cutscene, he'd take his hand off the keyboard and rub small circles on your back, or your thigh while he listened to them talk. He wasn't surprised when he looked down to see you asleep on his shoulder, occasionally mumbling something incoherent. He smiled, and then kissed the top of your head.
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A/N: I've mentioned recently that I've been in a little bit a a rut when it comes to writing 🙇🏽‍♀️ I haven't been able to find the right amount of motivation or creativity to write anything, and it's really been bugging me bc I have so many unfinished projects in my drafts that I wanna share with you guys😭 but I think this might (very much so a big maybe) have been what I needed to get me back into it. So... hopefully I'll start posting fics again🥲
P.s. I know most of you follow me for MHA content and I'm still 100% posting for the fandom, but I think I'm going to start dipping my toes into other ones as well since I've expanded the list of animes I've seen and fell in love with
🖤🖤🖤
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fiorella-a · 8 months
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A secret to be kept
Streamer! Aged up! Future! Kenma x Reader
Concept:
-While playing a horror game full of jumpscares, he blurted out something– and that something was supposed to be a surprise for you.
Info:
-Gn! Reader
-Fluff
-Some cussing here and there
•Kodzuken is online
•Kodzuken's stream will start in 1 minute!
•Kodzuken is now live, click to join!
"Hello Everyone. Good evening, afternoon or morning to each of you here. Today we are playing a game called?"
"The hunt!" You say excitedly, "Me and Kenma are in a call because I'm currently visiting a friend."
Kenma smiles at the camera while nodding at your words.
Chat:
:LMAO THOUGHT U KICKED THEM OUT 😭😠
:Heard that's a scary game
:Start! Start! Start! ✊✊✊
Kenma pauses while reading the chat, "alright Calm down and let's play the game, Y/n do you wanna read the game's information?"
"This game is in beta and is currently being observed for issues or bugs, please leave your reviews on what should be changed or whatnot.
Warning: this game will contain jumpscares out of nowhere. For those with weak hearts, please exit the game immediately.
You and your friends (recommended to play in multiplayer) decided to go camping out in Icho Woods, that's famous for it's haunted stories. Finding out there is no such thing as Icho Woods, you are now stuck in the middle of nowhere and desperately surviving. But hey! At least the haunted stories are true, though.
The game is fictional, anything that references in real life is pure coincedence."
After reading, you breathe in and out, "that was breathtaking. Now let's go on, shall we?"
Kenma nods his head before replying to you, "let's go."
Chat
:GOODLUCK YA'LL
:Hi! One of the developers here, hope you enjoy it :)
:NO WAY
:GET THE SCREENSHOTS YA'LL
:Blessing to be in this stream fr 😩
:(2)
"Okayyy we spawned in" you say in a surprised tone
"One of the creators of the game is here. I recommend adding a short cutscene of how we got here." Kenma looks at the camera and smiles politely.
Chat:
:The smile‼️‼️
:We're working on it! We're also planning on adding more lives for the players.
:AYO THE DEVELOPERS ARE SO NICE
A crawl was heard along with the sound of cracking bones. "What the hell was that? If i could be an emoji, it'd be the crying one" You say as you laugh nervously
Kenma chuckles at you, "No need to be af– THE FUCK?" Kenma swears as he gets killed.
Chat:
:We're working on that bug! If you stay at the spawn too long it'll kill you, promise we're working on it.
:Developers sweating nervously 💀
:LMAO STOP IT 😭
"Okay, I got killed too, yay!" You say still clearly nervous.
"Alright, follow me, love. I see a shed over there" Kenma says as he goes in first before your character follows along.
"We won't get killed here, right?" Kenma says jokingly
Chat:
:Nope! ☺️
:IMAGINE IF THE ROOF BREAKS AND THEY DIE
Kenma smiles at the chats.
"There's a battery here, i think it's for a light? A car? I'm not sure." You say to Kenma and at the chat.
"Oh, is that all?" "Yeah" "Alright, let's go out."
As Kenma opens the door at the shed, the monster was lurking around and spotted them. Giving them a thrill-chase. The monster climbs onto a tree before finally ending them.
"FUCK WILL YOU MARRY ME"
"HUH?!"
Chat:
:AYO KENMA?
:As developers, we didn't expect to help in a marriage.
:BRO IS DOWN BAD
:📷📸
Kenma coughs as he realizes what he said "Let's exit the game."
"Sure, sure." You agreed and followed along with him.
Once you both left the game, Kenma spoke again "Once you get home from your trip, we can talk about what I said" He says as he turns off his camera at the stream.
"Alrighty, Love."
"I'll end the stream now, don't worry, we'll leave in a review afterwards. Goodbye, chat"
"Babye, everyone!" You say with excitement.
Chat:
:*Gets onto knees* will u marry me bb? LMAO
:STOP MAKING FUN OF HIM, HE'S CLEARLY FLUSTERED YA'LL
:Bye for the two of you <33
:Looking forward to the reviews! Thank you and enjoy your happy life ❤️
:BYE BYE KENMA & BYEBYE Y/N!
•Stream ended 13 seconds ago
•Kenma is offline
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miya-rin · 1 year
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kenma loves it when you randomly kiss him - he thinks its one of the purest forms of love.
when you’re both watching the latest episode of your favourite show and you lift your head up ever so slightly from his chest and place a gentle kiss to his jawline. butterflies.
when hes shirtless and cooking something for lunch and you come up behind him to place your arms around his waist and press your lips right between his shoulder blades or on the top of his head he goes bright red.
if he’s live-streaming with his camera off and you go in to check on him, putting your hand on the side of his face to guide it up, then kissing him before pulling away with a smile he will make you stay with him for the rest of the stream.
every kiss - no matter how big or small - makes him fall a little bit more in love with you.
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wonderoustime · 7 months
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Can you write matching clothes with Kenma?
omg first ask!!! thanks for your request anon hehe <3
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pairing: kenma x gn!reader word count: 205 words genre: fluff content warning: none, this is just fluff
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you have kenma wrapped around your pinky finger, but there's just one thing he won't relent to and that is matching outfits. the first — and only — time you brought it up and tried it out, it ended with him nearly fainting from embarrassment at how cute he found it.
it's something you've always playfully teased him for but never taken it too far as to make him insecure or make him wear one. but when you stumble upon matching hoodies with the cutest design (a kitten sleeping on a blanket), you just can't resist — you had to get it.
"they're really comfy," you mention casually, dangling one hoodie to show it off with the other on. "besides, we don't have to wear them together."
kenma's eyes soften when he glances toward you as you're looking down at the hoodies, subtly fidgeting with the string on the one you're wearing. a small smile tugs at his lips as notices how you subconsciously want to match with him.
"here," he says, taking the hoodie from your hands. you look confused, then flustered and happy seeing him put it on. he quickly covers your face with his hand. fiery red and facing away, kenma mumbles, "we match now..."
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cpidsworld · 1 year
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telling them u want to fck request but with inarizaki + nekoma pls !!
' telling them you wanna fuck without saying it
smau ft. nekoma third and second years x gn!reader
minors and ageless blogs dnfi
a/n: i'll do the inarizaki players in another post i hope thats okay!
request other characters or from different shows if you like!
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hi! if its okay may i request yan!kenma hcs? ty!
YANDERE KENMA HEADCANONS!!!
tws: isolation, murder, aphrodisiac, drugging, non-con, kidnapping, violence, bullying, breaking and entering, non-consensual picture taking, panty stealing/sniffing, camera placing, forced pregnancy
Kenma would for sure know that what he's feeling is wrong. He's too smart not to know.
Kenma would try to ignore those urges and be a normal person. He would try to court you normally. But, when that one classmate of yours got too close to you, nothing mattered anymore. Well... nothing but you.
Kenma would spread rumors about you to make you lean on him more. He's the isolating type, so it'll be awful rumors. You'll likely end up being bullied they'll go missing too
He would also sneak into your room at night and place cameras in every corner so he could get the best pictures and videos of you; keeps it on a flashdrive.
Kenma would steal some of your things over time. Specifically panties, lingerie, chapstick, and the like. He'd also take a few shirts/hoodies of yours to wear at night.
Kenma would try his hardest to keep from killing people, but some of the people around you are parasites. He stalks them for a few days and waits till they're alone to pick them off. He doesn't like to be messy about it. He'll purchase poisons and inject them into the bloodstream, or he'll simply bury them alive after knocking them out.
Since Kenma is incredibly smart, no one would find the body. No one would know what happened. And even if they did figure out that it was murder, no one would suspect that it was him. No one would think that the scrawny boy who hates exercise and social interaction would kill someone in cold blood.
Kenma would end up kidnapping you. It could be that you caught him, he feels threatened by the other students, you were distancing yourself from him- it doesn't matter. You'll end up in his basement or in a cabin that he purchased on the dark web.
If you have a uterus, he'll want to have your own kids. If he has to force it, he will.
He knows all about Stockholm, he'll force that too.
Kenma is male, so he has desires. He can only help himself for so long- especially if you're right there. If you keep refusing him, he'll just acquire an aphrodisiac or a roofie.
He honestly super scary. You'll never know when he's mad. He always speaks to you in that gravelly, monotone voice. His facial expressions never change. He's not easy to anger, but god help you if you manage it.
Kenma isn't one to starve you or beat you. He'll just lock you up for a few days and leave you minimal food and water. He'll deny you showers and hygeine though. You'll learn.
He forces cuddles and physical affection. He has to be touching his future wife/husband/spouse.
You'll never manage to leave him. He's Nekoma's brains for a reason. He will have everything thought out beore you can even plan to leave.
When you finally accept him, and Stockholm comes in clutch, he'll be over the moon. Hugs, kisses, a nice dinner, gifts. Anything you want.
He'll be the breadwinner of the house. Kodzuken makes bank tbh.
Overall, not the worst, but defintely still pretty bad.
"[Name], I love you. It doesn't seem like it right now, but you'll understand some day."
"[Name] is mine. You've jeopardized our happiness and now you'll pay with your life."
"The drink is a bit salty? Ah, I must've dropped some salt in by accident..."
"I love you so much, [Name]. You'll love me too someday."
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white-poppie · 10 months
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heyy could u maybe do a fem reader dealing with sh? with kenma, bokuto, and hinata(separate) from haikyuu. like she accidentally reveals them and they notice it and they all just comfort her? thank u and have a good day!!
You drew st★rs around my scars
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A/n: HUGE TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD! So sorry for delaying this anon, life has been complicated these days, I really hope it wasn't an emergency rq. Please don't read it if you are not comfortable, I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone, stay safe :)
TW: S*lf H@/rm, scars, bleeding, crying, distressful situations, poetical depictions of scars (please let me know if I am missing anything.)
NOTE: Please, in case anything is troubling you, do contact someone you trust or the national helpline of your country. It may seem that there is no point in living, but trust me, there are always things worth fighting for. Please don't hurt yourself you are far too precious to be scarred in this way. If you ever wanna talk, my DMs are always open, I have helped people before and it wouldn't be any inconvenience to help more people in need.
FInd the helpline of your country
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𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄
The heat dampened your skin, as sweat rolled uncomfortably, sticking the clothes too close to your flesh than you would like. The salty beads of precipitation, made you hiss in pain as they rolled down the fresh, irritated scars; it was all too overstimulating.
The urge to scratch the skin over your pants was irresistible, it was a sort of double-edged sword that was ruining your comfort.
You sighed and decided to change into some shorts instead, it would prevent the sweat build-up that would irritate your skin.
The cool air of the aircon hitting your skin made it so much more bearable.
What you had forgotten in the midst of your discomfort was the fact that your significant other was in fact about to come from his practice soon. You two had planned a pizza dinner today.
"Oi Y/N?" he called as he removed his shoes before entering. You were in a state of comfort, half-bliss at the relief from the scalding sweat, it took you a few seconds before you could respond, panicking you grabbed your pants and tried to slip them over the shorts, "h-here." you called out, puffing as your voice cracked.
But Kenma was quick, agile and laser-sharp; all too cat-like for your liking. It felt like those scenes where the perpetrator was caught red-handed.
Your pants were half slipped up, only till your knees, giving a good view of the scar on your upper thighs, that lay just below your shorts.
You prayed, you hoped, you begged that Kenma wouldn't notice from that far, that the blood wasn't seeping from the fresh scars, that your lips weren't trembling in shame, that you didn't look so utterly defeated and ashamed.
So you just sat on the ground, all the effort you had put up for months, crumbling down all because of the heat -- you were far too careless. You sat on the floor, covering your face with your hands, the pants still bundled up to your knees.
Kenma was petrified, frozen, he had no idea what to do. His heart had dropped to his stomach when he entered and saw your scars in full display. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.
He watched you break down, his hands, shaking and itching to comfort you, to help you somehow, but he is just spell-casted.
"Y/N..." he whispered softly and tries to walk with soft steps as if trying not to startle a sleeping baby, "look at me, please."
He said as kindly as possible, as he sits next to you, his heart breaking at how you softly shake your head.
"Baby please, I promise I won't get mad," he said in such a soft voice, like you would break if he was a tad-bit too loud. You shakily look up at him, eyes red and blood-shot.
"You are okay," he whispered and pat your head, "let's get you cleaned up, alright, we won't want any infections." he said and offered you a hand.
You shakily kept your hand in his as he pulled you up, ordering you to set on the edge of the bed while he got the medical kit.
"Are you gonna leave me?" you asked a little strongly, almost hating how vulnerable you sound.
"Never," he whispered softly and settled on the floor with the medical-kit, "I would never leave you when you need me the most, and I am not saying it out of obligation, I am saying it out of love."
"You are not alone, not anymore, I promise I am never going to blame you for any of this," he said and brushed your hair back, as he sat on floor, gently applying some antiseptic on your thighs with a q-tip.
He makes a mental note to throw all the blades and keep the knives and scissors away from your grasp while you are sleeping to prevent this kind of incident from happening again.
"I love you and nothing can change that, we'll overcome this together, I promise."
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𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎
Bokuto wasn't the smartest in the bunch, but he was perceptive of emotions, he noticed when people got quiet, he noticed when someone felt left out, he is always there in the sweetest way possible, his antics are just that adorable.
But right now, you wanted nothing more than to just tell him to go away, but you can't, you can't do that to Bokuto, you can't do that to your Koutaro. Even when you are on the verge of collapsing, your vision blurring as you gripped the sink to stabilize yourself from the roar of panic that echoed deeply within the caverns of your brain.
"Angel, let me in, come on," he knocks softly on the door, "I know you are crying, I'll- I'll give you space I promise, I just need to make sure if you are doing okay."
Bokuto knows how much some people value their personal spaces, it was never a problem for him, but he respected that, he would've let you be on any other day, but seeing the way you were acting for the past one week...he is scared. He is terrified of the mere aspect of you doing something reckless that might take you away from him.
"Kou, please leave me be, I just- I don't wanna see anyone right now."
"Baby, please," he almost pleads and you know he is going into his emo mode again, "I'll break the door Angel, but I am not letting you be, not like this."
You panic frantically as you hear that he will burst open the door, “Kou wait-“
“Get away baby,” he says as he braces himself for kicking the door down.
“3…”
Your heartbeat sped up, but you weren’t sure why, Koutarou’s reaction? Being scared that he would leave you? Or the fact that he was gonna break down the door and waste money for no apparent reason.
“2…”
You breath in deeply and unlock the door, standing behind it. You let him open the door.
Koutaro hugs you. No questions asked, no word spoken; just his muscular arms enveloped around your neck as he pulls you close by your waist. His lips rest on your hairline, just kissing forehead and rubbing your back, comforting you.
He slowly pulls away, and holds your face in his hands, no words needed to be spoken, you already know what he is asking, 'baby what did you do?'
You whimper and softly look down to your arms, not uttering a single syllable, seeing the beads of bloodseep into the sleeves of your t-shirt.
Bokuto gulps and looks into your eyes and then back at the sleeves. He held the fabric genty with his thumb and index finger, "I am gonna roll it up." He says and gently rolls it, careful not to hurt you. His throat turns dry and a broken gasp leaves his his mouth.
"Baby..." he says softly as tears line in his eyes.
"Kou I'm so sorry-" you sob and groan. You had been fearing that this day would come soon.
"Its okay," he says and wipes his tears and hugs you again, tightly, "I promise you won't be pushed to the edge like this again, we'll figure something out, alright?"
"We'll talk to a therapist, we'll- we'll figure something out, alright? You are safe, I'll protect you, I promise," he says and kisses your forehead as he cries again.
"I care about you way too much, please don't do anything reckless," he says softly and cries on the nape of your neck, even if you are the one who needs comforting right now. You nod against his t-shrt, your head buried in his chest.
"But baby you gotta promise me to tell me whenever you are itching to do something like this, whenever you feel as if you need to let the bad thoughts out, somehow, you need t talk to me. Give me a call if I am not here, I'll drive to you hell even run to you, barefoot if I have to."
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𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎
Hinata felt like a fool to have believed you when you said the scars that lay on your lower-belly were cat-scratches.
He noticed them when your shirt rode up a little while you stretched. the thin scars actually did resemble cat scratches, so he didn't think much of it.
Hinata was finally concerned when witnessed how you hissed when he wrapped his arms around your waist when you were doing something, or how you pushed him back a little when he poked your belly to get your attention.
For a long time he thought he had done something wrong, until he noticed how your smile was loosing its radiant glow that blinded a thousand suns, how your eyes seemed murky and grey instead of full-of verve...he knew something was very wrong.
"Did your cat scratch you again?" he asks suddenly and you are caught-off-guard.
"What cat?" you asked and he frowned.
"Love why do you have scars on your stomach then? Is someone bullying you? Hurting you?" he questioned softly, his eyes all observant and curious.
Your heartbreat fastened at the question, thumping widely against your ribs, "just nothing..." You said and internally groaned at your awkward reasoning.
"You know I am not letting you drop it, right? I care about you, even of it means that I am overbearing sometimes, I say all this out of concern, " he sighed, "I promise I won't judge you for anything." He says reassuringly, smiling with such glee that makes you tear up.
It felt as if you were cheating him, repressing your nature in front of him, but at the same time you wanted to conceal all of it. he was just too pure and you felt tainted...in the worst way possible, the irreversible way that can't be washed away like grime.
"Shoyo, I'm sorry," you whisper, "I-I hurt myself." You say as tears roll down your face.
"It got bad, I-I- relapsed, I tried to stop myself, I really did," you sob.
"You-you did this to yourself?" he asks bewildered, as if the concept of someone inflicting pain upon themselves is a foreign to him, "why?"
"It got bad Shoyo, my headspace wasn't exactly the best- I had stopped it a few years ago, took me all the effort, but I crumbled, I crumbled under the stress," you cry on his shoulder as he hugs you tightly, careful to not to touch the scars on your belly.
"I got you," he says as his lip trembles as he hugs you tightly,"I got you, I got you."
He breaks from the hug and looks at you, "promise me you won't hurt yourself- I'll figure something out, don't do this to yourself, you are so goddamn beautiful, don't hurt yourself like this." He hiccups and kisses your cheek.
"Are they new? Did you put rubbing alcohol on them? Bandage?" he asks, panicking a little.
You shake your head and he sighed, "I- sweetheart you should've cleaned them at least, they can cause an infection."
He sighs and asks you, "may- may I see them?" He questions softly and it makes your eyes widen, as you stare at him with shock.
"i promise I won't judge you, I gotta see them baby" he says softly and waits for you to roll up you t-shirt. He examines the scars on your lower belly, his heart breaking at the sight of how much you've hurt yourself, yet at the same time he is reluved that they don't see too recent, that means you didn't hurt yourself in the past few days.
He gently holds you by your waist and kisses your scars. A soft gasp escaped your mouth as he does this.
"Shouyo what are you doing?" you question, but he doesn' move, he just kisses your scars like its his lifeline, its ticklish but its so intimate that it makes you tear-up again.
"So frickin' strong," he mumbles against your skin, "I love you so much, I swear you are the most perfect person in this entire world. Your scars only make you look cooler."
He sighs and looks up at you, "but honey, you gotta promise you won't hurt yourself anymore, scars are cool, they tell your story, but I hate seeing you hurt yourself like this."
You nod hesitantly, "I'll try."
He smiles and rests his head on your skin, it doesn't matter to him, if there is a little trail of hair on it, or the scars littlering its expanse like constellations, he just loves you that much.
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silverflqmes · 7 months
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໒⦂ 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒.
synopsis. in which you find yourself falling in love with the player behind the main character of the game you have been coded into.
genre. mild hurt + comfort
for @diorlumx <3
kenma kozume x gn!reader
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a normal person wouldn’t believe it if they were suddenly told their life was etched into the very coding of the game, left in the hands of the person behind the screen. but that was reality — yours, and that of many others in your world.
you knew, you knew it all too well, as you were the exception.
why it had been you and not someone else, you were uncertain of, though.
part of you assumed something was wrong with you. that your file was corrupted or that a virus had found its way into your mind and consumed you wholly, allowing you privileges most do not possess.
however another side of you, thought it to be a gift, a blessing of knowledge.
for this love would not be possible, had it not been for the adulteration that allowed this interface between you and kenma kozume.
wheras your life was a singular branch to a great tree that was the story this simulation had created, the boy in front of you right now was none other than the player who controlled your fate with a series of clicks.
the protagonist of your tale.
one with an abundance of choices — each option more pleasant than the last, and yet.. it was you that he chose. the person who had captured his frigid heart and melted the ice away, layer by layer.
“y/n, i know we’re separated by reality.. but i just wanted you to know,” he paused, flushing a bit as his bangs fell over his visage. “that you are the reason i keep coming back to this game — why i keep holding off on finishing it.” he confessed, trailing his eyes back over to find you listening, offering him every ounce of your patience and attention.
he was almost certain any other person would have pushed for him to speak up — but you, you looked at him like he was your whole world. as though you’d waited a thousand years for him, and would wait a thousand more, just to hear the words fall naturally.
a smile lifted your lips as you picked his hands up in yours, squeezing them gently. “i wake up every morning hoping to find you again, kenma-san. wishing upon every star that litters the night sky to answer my dreams of truly being with you.” you answered softly, a bittersweet tone behind your words.
“how i wish i could cross the glass that sunders us from one another..” you finished in a mutter, lowering your gaze to the grassy expanse of the school courtyard. “but alas, fate is a cruel, wicked thing.”
the second year slid his hand underneath your cheek with great delicacy, as though you were made of porcelain. prone to shatter into a million different pieces if not handled with care. “fate is also a wonderful thing.. for allowing me the chance to meet you.” he reasoned quietly, urging you to lift your head and meet his loving gaze.
anyone who knew kenma outside of the protagonist character in front of you now would call him a joke for acting as he was.
to just about everyone, he was the hermit of nekoma high’s volleyball club — the unwilling setter thrust into said position by his childhood friend. but he was more than that, so much more.
kenma in love, displaying his true self, was the best version of himself. and he was right here, standing before you and slowly pouring that tentative heart out to you.
although the universe divided you both into reality and simulation, it was still kind enough to allow you one good, real thing. and that was the opportunity to meet again and again, even if an invisible wall separated you.
notes. i didn’t plan to add angst, but it just felt suited to build emotion.. anyway, i haven’t written much for kenma so i apologize if he is a bit ooc! i figured he would have a more vulnerable side if he’s in love yk? i hope you enjoyed though<3
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taeyamayang · 1 year
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boop!
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kenma is never the clingy type, at least not in front of others. never the type to hold your hand when eyes dart to you or your famous streamer boyfriendㅡa label that actually took months for his viewers to believe that it isn't a scheme to get people to talk about him, because according their limited (yet they think is sufficient) receipts, kodzuken has never treated you as someone more than a friend. hence, the relationship is nothing but a mere public stunt.
bullshit.
they know nothing.
because if they do they wouldn't call this, you sitting on your boyfriend's lap with back against his chest as he casually play games with his friends, friendly.
it's one of those rare moments of kenma insisting on you keeping him company. his delicate fingers wraps around your wrist as he slightly tugs on it when you were about to leave his gaming room. he taps on his thighs. right then, you are met with a pair of bright eyes pleading you to stay. playing his cards right, he knows you'll give in and he's absolutely right about it.
it is with a new perspective, your head titled up to study his face from below, you find something rather amusing. he slightly levels his face downwards to meet with you cheek-to-cheek (his huge headphones get in the way most of the time). but in this angle, his button nose has caught your interest. the rounded curve accentuates his bow-like upper lips, mouth slightly parted as he focuses on the game on his screen.
without giving it much thought, the pad of your forefinger prodded on the tip of his nose. he blinks at the sudden contact, glancing down to you for second before his face breaks into an endearing smile.
"is there a dirt on my face?" an airy laugh fans against your cheek. you shake your head.
"no, you're cute."
in a snap, kenma loosens the cage around your torso and removes the headphones clamped on his ears to place it around his neck. his fingers and hands lose interest on the keys and mouse of his computer as he buries his face at the crook of your neck, reliving comfort and fondness.
he hums, inhaling your scent, satisfied that you are close to him. he nudges his nose against your neck; his moist lips lightly brushes on your skin, hence sending shudders to your body. he wraps his arms around your waist as a gentle kiss lands on your shoulder.
"thank you but..." a soft smack of skin-to-skin contact is heard as he lands a kiss on the base of your neck. then, another. and, another. until his mouth reaches the back of your ear. the tip of his nose grazing on the shell and he whispers, making the tiny hairs at the back of your neck stand, "you're cuter, baby."
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natashawritesstuff · 1 year
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After two years, you and Kenma are breaking up. It’s not that you want to, or that he does, it’s just that the two of you don’t make any sense. You can’t force the stars to align after all. He’s quiet and reserved and only speaks when necessary. And you’re- just not that.
“I don’t want you to go,” Kenma tells you as you load the last box into the trunk of your car. 
“I’m not going to stay so,” you remind him, closing the trunk and going around the driver's side door. He grabs your hand and reluctantly turns around to face him. “What?”
“I love you, okay.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“That’s not fair. 
“What’s not fair is you asking me to move in and ignoring me twenty hours of the day—never bothering to tell your streaming schedule but getting mad when I accidentally interrupt. Saying I talk too loud…laugh too loud. I mean why were you even with me?”
“Because I wanted to be. I wanted things to work just-”
“Just what?”
“Just sometimes you’re too much for me.”
You take a step closer and advise in the sweetest voice, “then please, go find less.”
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90skiyoomi · 1 year
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bulls in the bronx
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kenma x reader
angst
tw: mentions of suicide and depression. this fic can be extremely triggering as there's a strong mention of suicide and description of a suicide attempt so please skip this story if it triggers you easily
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it felt like any other day.
getting off work and going home to kenma.
it has become a routine that you have been very fond of as you get to see the love of your life after a stressful day at work.
you'd never thought that tonight would end up like this. it all started because kenma didn't want to get off his games when it was supposed to be a pre planned date night.
you were supposed to takeaway some of his favorite food and have dinner together before having a movie marathon.
it took him almost 3 hours to get off his game when he said "5 more minutes"
at this point, you have already gotten sick of waiting and finished your portion of the food before placing the rest in the fridge for whenever he decides that he's hungry.
one thing led to another and here we are again, quarreling about how you didn't wait for him to finish up and how you were going to just go to bed when you said that you were going to have dinner with him.
you were exhausted.
this wasn't the first time this quarrel happened. you've lost counts on how many time you had to wait for him to finish his god damn games and have a proper meal with you. it felt like you were living with a man child that needed constant reminder to do basic necessities like eating and showering. it was draining.
work hasn't been good too as your boss has been putting more workload on you and not giving you the pay raise that you deserve. what's more frustrating is that the new comer that joined a month ago has already gotten a promotion because she has big tits and she sweet talked her way through it.
it seemed like everything is falling apart and you don't know how to spiral out of this dark hole.
you knew that the medications weren't working anymore so you've stopped taking them for months now. it just made you feel numb and you didn't want to have a pounding headache everytime you take it.
but life was not doing well. life was kenma and it seemed like he's halfway out the door too.
"please don't take this out on me"
cause you're the only thing that's keeping me alive
kenma just looked at you like he was bored.
"i can't do this tonight, i'm going to kuroo's"
the door slammed shut as you were drowning in your own thoughts.
he just left.
what's the point in anything anymore?
your parents have already disowned you for god knows what reason. it seemed like you were going to get fired anyday now. and kenma just seemed so disinterested in you.
everything is falling apart.
at the corner of your eyes, you could see 2 full bottles of anti-depressants on the shelf.
the ones that were left untouched.
you stumbled your way there and grabbed the two bottles, and walked to the kitchen to grab the half bottle of vodka that you never touched for months.
i'm sorry but i made up my mind
you easily swallowed down a bottle of pills and downed it with vodka. you felt the burn from the alcohol going down your throat but nothing can hurt more than life itself.
you didn't expect it to hit you so quickly as you downed the rest of the pills that were left.
and seconds later the bottle of vodka seemed to have finished too.
everything felt like a blur. you were stumbling into the kitchen to get whatever alcohol you can lay hands on.
and then, there was the agonizing pain.
it felt like your stomach was ripping itself apart.
you couldn't stand properly and you were using all your strength to hold yourself up as you reached for that bottle of alcohol.
that's when you hear the doors opening.
and that's when everything went dark.
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kzuromi · 1 year
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( ☆ ) — AMBIENCE
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pairing: kenma kozume x gn!reader
genre: fluff
warnings: none
a/n: some quick little thoughts/headcannons i have about kenma and his gaming <3
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i just feel like kenma’s gaming sounds would serve as ambient noise for you to relax or fall asleep to. him speaking softly to his friends or to his stream as to not disturb you but still provide comfort that he’s there. and if he realizes you’re awake and listening in, he’d offer to leave whatever he’s doing and have a quiet gaming sesh with just the two of you.
although he could never follow his own advice, kenma definitely wouldn’t allow you to stay up all night playing games — even if it was with him — because he values your sleep schedule more than his own. you’d probably end up falling asleep anyway, either to his inaudible whispering or his cuddled close proximity. i think he’d find both super endearing.
after a while, it would become a habit; an unspoken rule. even if you never tell him directly, kenma knows he’s your best relaxation strategy. if he leaves the room for more than ten minutes, you’d be out looking for wherever he went and wondering when he’d return. he’d secretly blush and reassure you that he was just grabbing a late night snack and then you’d both walk back together. only once you’ve heard his keyboard or controller clicking resume could you finally calm your nerves again and doze off peacefully.
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chatsukimi · 1 year
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Friends
Friends to lovers. gamer!reader, highschool!reader, canon-compliant
'Oh, we're just teammates.'
You've been repeating this phrase ever since you arrived in Miyagi with Kenma. His team arrived to play a practice match against Karasuno, and you and Kenma's gaming competition has its last round scheduled at eight.
'Why do people think that we're...?' you mumble.
Kenma scowls, turning his back on the boy with a yellow mohawk. 'Yamamoto, stop bothering Y/N.'
'But-'
Kenma’s judgmental stare stops Yamamoto on his track. You pad behind Kenma, returning to the bedroom. Everyone else eats downstairs. You hear the faint cackle of Kuroo's laugh seep through the floorboards.
'Y/N, do you want to go to a gaming convention when we get back?' Kenma tosses the words out, a lock of hair in his side profile.
'Sure, when is it?'
'January,' he says.
Oh. You nod, thinking in your head, you didn't think you'd be friends for that long.
Since a five am at an internet café, this boy with wondrous yellow eyes has snaked into your life. Now you can't imagine a Saturday morning anywhere but sprawled on one futon against the wall, your head leaned on his shoulder, playing a video game. His shallow breaths hit your cheek as he settles his hand on your side. It barely touches your hip.
This room is filled with futons, empty apart from the two of you. The motel located beside Karasuno hosts not only the Nekoma team, but, looking out the window, runaway Karasuno children too. An orange haired kid and his friend like to ask Kuroo for volleyball advice at random intervals.
When you finish your game, you say, 'it's been five months after we first played together.'
'It hasn't been that long,' he ponders.
'Not that long.' You relax and set the video game down. 'Feels like it.'
He scrunches his eyebrows together. 'What do you mean?'
'No, I don't mean it like that.’ But you did. ‘We live in the same city, we're both in second second year and all... We'll probably be teammates for a lot longer.'
He pulls you closer.
'You're an idiot if you think we're just teammates.' His eyes wandering across the room to you, he says, 'we're friends, dumbass.'
Friends.
It's enough.
'You're the dumbass.'
'Am not.'
'Are.' You gulp, taking in his face, imprinting every detail in your memory. If this were a dream, you'd wake up soon. 'You are the biggest idiot I know.'
To tell you the truth, Kenma is good at figuring out others' feelings. Surrounded by Kuroo's friends, he's never needed to work hard at it. Weekdays, holidays, they were spent buried in his online world, hanging around afterschool at most. But when it comes to you?
His heartbeat stutters.
Daylight blows in through the curtains.
'Am not,' he says, without any venom.
...
You're leaning against the vending machine when you meet the Karasuno boys. First comes Hinata. That boy beside him, Kageyama, is a piece of work.
'You're Kenma's girlfriend, right?' Hinata says.
You swear you hear Kageyama whisper '... setter...', but leave it with a benefit of a doubt.
'That's right, shrimpy.' Here comes the rooster-head. 'Ah, young love.'
As though to make a point, Kuroo leans against your shoulder.
Kageyama whispers, 'boke, Hinata, boke' but you're whirring around to chastise Kuroo when Hinata caws.
'Wah, Y/N! Why haven't I talked to you sooner? Kenma's never told me.' You fight off a wince. 'You're always standing with him. I've seen you a few times, sometimes after matches. You play video games with him, don't you?'
How do you say to a little kid, 'I'm sorry but your whole life's been a lie'? That's what you feel like, facing Hinata's frighteningly casual grin. How could anyone correct him of anything? You'll lock Kuroo out of the bus when this thing blows over.
'We're playing in the same gaming competition,' you say. 'That's why I'm here. Our final round is tomorrow.'
All that your relationship is built on is a game. A game, and certain persistence in keeping up the front.
...
'Kuroo,' Kenma warns, rising from his seat. 'I'm getting my phone from the gym.'
That's to say, don't try anything with you.
Kuroo hands over some keys, smiling. He had indeed locked the phone in the supply closet so Kenma wouldn't play that and not volleyball.
'Poor kitten,' Kuroo coos. When Kenma's out of sight, he sighs, palm on his chin. 'Ah, young love.'
You pick up your phone. Kuroo studies you for a long moment, before even he begins conversing with a teammate. Zipping up your jacket, you force yourself to ignore, ignore, ignore them.
When Kenma returns, phone in hand, his face is unreadable. He sits before his dinner, pausing before he speaks.
'I ran into Kageyama. We're dating?'
He… what?
'Come on, I would never think that.' The words slip out before you can help yourself. 'We're only friends.’
‘Oh, he was confused?’ Kenma scrutinises you.
‘We’re only friends, acquaintances,’ you add, ‘like you said.’
Something ugly twists in your gut. You’re losing the feeling of the floor under your sneaker-clad feet. You pray the silence continues for as long as it takes the situation to disappear.
Because Kenma shouldn't be pushing his chair back. Screech. He should be brushing this subject off, or cracking whatever jokes due to friends in these circumstances.
Because it is six fifty and, 'sorry. I need to charge my phone.'
He is exiting the dining room.
‘Hey, Kenma!' Kuroo calls after him, to no avail.
When Kenma chooses something, he commits completely.
Losing your appetite, you push the bowl of rice on the table away. Your breathing grows more and more distressed until the glare of the lights overhead forms a headache at your temples. The coach has gone for drinks with the other coaches. So far, no one has noticed Kenma's disappearance. He vanishes often.
'What happened? Messed things up?'
‘Just- stop.' You bow your head . 'It's only an hour before the final round.'
Kuroo attempts to relieve the situation. 'Anyone can tell what's between you two is not platonic.' He puts a calming hand on your back, but you swipe him off- even though you wish someone's hug would swallow you whole.
'Then what is it?'
You take a deep breath. You straighten your back.
'Yeah... yeah, that's the problem. I'm not good at this.' A smile wavers over your face. Bitter. 'Wouldn't it be better if this was just some game?'
You pay attention to Kuroo’s conversation with Yaku, the noise droning like static. Like waiting for an old game to load when it’s already been disbanded.
At seven, you step out for some fresh air.
The moon glistens over the countryside. Kenma sits on a plastic stool. You face his back. He keeps still- perhaps he hasn’t noticed.
'Hey.'
He tenses. No phone rests in his hands.
'What I said earlier...'
‘No, it’s fine. I was overreacting.’
You watch him fidget as he’s always done when nervous, picking at his nails.
'There's a different world online. I know you know that,’ you dare to begin. Your ears burn.
You focus on counting the stars above you, thousands of them, instead of meeting his eye. Regardless, when you reach count ten, you lower your gaze with intent to see. Whether or not his reaction be good or bad.
You continue, 'but I feel like I'll fail you. I don't want to mess up reality and destroy everything in there.'
He cards through his dyed yellow hair, then stops. ‘We’re playing our last round in an hour. Don’t worry.’ He wants to say, I'm not someone you should love out of pity.
You drag another chair over to his side.
‘That’s not what I mean.’
He opened your eyes to a world beyond gaming. He was the one to lug you out of an internet cafe to here, Miyagi. He made you feel things you’d be contrived to let go now. And letting it fade is to let it go. You would never feel the tips of fingers on your palm again. Lights dapple the village under the hill.
It is seven-o-five.
You stay.
‘I don’t play with you just because of games,’ Kenma says. He looks absent-minded, hesitating, before the exhale. ‘It’s more than that.
‘And not because we’re friends either.
‘We are, but- it’s hard to explain. Each time I pass one level, I want to get to the next. I would like to be with you forever.’
'So,' you offer, understanding what is meant by the phrase, the commitment it accompanies, 'come on, let's play.'
...
It is morning in Spring at the internet cafe. Falling cherry blossoms litter the path there, flush against concrete. It is the even footfalls matched with casual hands in one’s pockets, and the hair tied back how you recommended it. The bell dings. It is chaos and beauty and more.
He sits down.
‘Kodzuken the streamer, huh?’ He’ll never grow sick of eliciting your little smile.
He says, ‘I had to try it out.’
The promise is kept.
Fin
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Here is part i and part ii if you would like to read the beginning and middle of the story :)
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kenmaslittlebrat · 2 years
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(I made the header myself im quite proud think it can be smaller tho)
Anyways imagine Streamer Boyfriend Kenma
Imagine bringing him sweets and other small foods.
Imagine giving him a lil kiss before his stream starts.
Imagine his fans and viewers adoring you for all you do for Kenma.
Imagine his chat spamming the chat when they wanna see you again.
Imagine while giving him his food as you sneak a lil kiss then quickly going off with your day.
Imagine helping him set up his stream, tying up his hair for him and giving him some non crumby food.
Imagine cleaning his keyboard for him every once in a while, when it gets dirty.
Imagine dragging him to bed once he's done with his stream, taking the hair tie out of his hair tucking yourselves under the covers cuddling him to sleep.
Imagine Streamer Boyfriend Kenma <3
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