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lemonmaid · 1 year

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Could I request kenma x male reader omegaverse where kenma has a huge crush on reader but doesn't know what to do with it?

Warnings: references to meeting someone on the internet and getting kidnapped/molested.

Omegan Stranger

Kenma Kozume x male reader

"Kenma!! You've gotta meet my friend (Name)! I feel like you guys would like each other!" Hinata jumped onto Kenma, almost latching onto him as a baby koala.

Kenma sighed and tried shaking Hinata off, "Hinata, for the last time please stop coming up behind me, like that you are going to give me a heart attack".

"But! He also likes video games!"

Kenma just stared at Hinata, giving a look, "So you think just because we both like video games, we would like each other? Pass".

"Hey, what are you two gossiping about?". Kurro walked up towards the duo.

"Oh hey, Kurro! I was just telling Kenma about my friend that he would like!"

"Oh is that so~ well you should give up, Kenma's alpha is like non-existent. Speaking of which, are you sure you're an alpha? You know, I've heard of school testing coming out wrong".

"Can both of you quiet down? I'm trying to finish this game before the match starts... also I'm kinda already 'talking' to someone.." Kenma rolled their eyes and focus on his phone.

"WHAT?!"

...

The three walked towards a corner store, "come on Kenma, can you give us a little details about them?"

"No".

Kurro sighed, "Okay... how about where y'all met?".

"On LOL".

Hinata and Kurro, gave eachother a look. "Okay listen buddy, I'm sorry to say but the person might be an 40 old man".

"No they arent".

"Okay! But how do you know! It's a stranger!" Hinata yelled.

"Keep it down please, we are supposed to meet up today at the Internet Café".

Kurro put a hand on Kenma's shoulder, "As your best friend-"

"You're not my best friend"

"Shush, again, as your best friend, I and Hinata will come with you to make sure you don't get molested or kidnapped by a stranger on the internet".

...

Kurro snickered, "Are you really wearing your volleyball uniform to this "date"".

"Yeah because I told them that I will be wearing a red sweatsuit"

"Okay but what are they wearing?"

Kenma looked at his phone, "He said a yellow turtle neck".

Kurro whisled, "Oh so it's a guy?".

"Yeah... is that a problem?".

"Oh no! I'm an ally!"

Kenma gave Kurro a look, "Shut up, we are here".

Hinata looked through the window, "OMG ITS (NAME), I'LL BE RIGHT BACK".

Hinata ran inside, "Jesus what's his problem, right Kenma? Kenma?".

Kenma just stared at the duo through the window, his breath hitch.

'This scent... it reeks'

"Kenma... hello?" Kurro kept shaking his hands in front of the blonde, trying to get him out of his trance.

"Sorry I can't do this". Kenma started walking away from the café.

Kurro looked af Kenma in shock, "HEY BRO WHERE YOU GOING?!".

Hinata and (Name) came out of the café, "(Name)! These are my friends! Kurro and Kenma! Wait were did Kenma go?"

"Um.. I don't know? He kinda just walked away".

"It's okay Hinata, I'm just waiting on a friend to show up, which could be any minute now".

Kurro gave Hinata an awkward look, "Listen, why don't we keep you company untill your friend arrives? So it's safer!"

"Um..." (Name) looked at their phone, "sure that's okay".

...

[11:43 p.m.]

Kenma just stared at his PC screen, debating whether or not to turn it on. 'If I go online, my online statues would be seen and if they are on, they'll wonder why I didn't show up today'.

'Fuck it. I am not wasting my daily rewards on some man' .

As soon as Kenma launched the game, he saw that his inbox had three missed messages.

Hey! I'm at the café! Let me know when you are here! :)

Hey, I don't mean to be a bother but are you coming? My friend came by and is keeping me company until then.

Hey, is everything okay?

Okay, I'm going to go. Sorry things didn't go as planned. Maybe next time? :)

Kenma stared at the messages and sighed, 'God, I'm such a dick'.

[Ding]

Kenma looked and saw that he was invited to an private in game chat.

'Time to face my consequencess'

"Hey, sorry that I didn't show up. Something came up".

"Oh, it's okay! I wasn't alone but we should really try meeting up again next time".

"Yeah. Next time.".

"Yeah.... I was thinking at the in person tournament? It's this Saturday! There is a grand prize too!".

"Yeah, we can try Saturday. Are you thinking about teaming up?".

"Yeah! Of course!".

"Good. Let's do a practice round".

"Ready when you are!".

...

"So why did you leave yesterday?"

Kenma stared at Kurro, "something came up".

"Bullshit". Kurro crossed his arms, giving a judgemental mother look towards Kenma.

Kenma sighed, throwing the volleyball towards the wall, "I don't know, I just kinda froze".

"You froze?"

"Yeah..."

Kurro scoffed, "for an alpha that was adopted by two omegan parents. You sure are skittish around them".

Kenma dropped the ball, "wait, they are an omegan?"

"Duh".

Kenma looked at his chest, 'Is that why you were acting up yesterday'.

"Well if it makes you feel better, we are going to retry Saturday"

"Way to go buddy!" Kurro put Kenma in a head lock, " I knew you could get bitches!".

Kenam growled, "LET ME GO".

"Woah woah, easy there baby alpha. Oh my God look at my baby, he is already growling".

"Please shut up Kurro!".

"No, but for real, we need to get you to prepare! Don't want you freezing up again!". Kurro teased.

Kurro looked at Kenma, "why did you freeze up again?"

Kenma face turned red, picking his nails, "I don't know. At first, his scent reeked then it felt welcoming and I don't know it just kinda made me freeze".

Kurro smiled, "Man, that omega has gotten a hold on your alpha".

"..what".

"Wait how long have you've known him?"

Kenma took a minute, "Well we've been playing on LOL together for a year now".

"And yall are going to meet for the first time Saturday?".

Kenma nodded.

Kurro sighed, "Well you might aswell confess now".

Kenma started choking, "WHAT?".

Kurro started tsking, "No omega would meet up with a stranger they meet on LOL for christ sake. So let's get you to prepare for Saturday".

♡

[Saturday]

"Now Kenma, what did we practice saying?"

"Don't tell him that he stinks"

"Good. What else?"

"Make them feel like they are being heard in the conversation".

"Wonderful. Last thing?"

"Um... food is the way to the heart?".

"No, but just be a good host".

Kurro gave Kenma a pat on the back, sending him his way into the convention center.

Kenma laid eyes on (Name), freezing again, "hey buddy, you are going to be okay". Kurro pushed Kenma foward.

(Name) turned around and smiled at the duo, "hey! Are you Kenma?".

Kenma gulped, "um yeah".

"Oh cool! My name is obviously (Name)! You know the guy you've been talking too on LOL".

The two both nervously laughed, Kurro smiled at them, "Well I'll leave you kids to do whatever nerd shit this is! Later!".

(Name) smiled, "So... the tournament doesn't begin until 1:50, I was wondering if you wanted to check out the anime convention next door until then? There is a lot of VAs here!".

"Um yeah sure that's cool".

"Great!".

The two walked around endlessly in the hot box of an convention center, pushing pass people, looking at the over priced dropshipper vendors.

"Oo! Actually Kenma there is an local artist I want to check out before we go eat. Is that okay?"

"Yeah sure, what art do they do?"

The two walk up to the vendor, "Well they just do fan art but I can't resist keychains".

As the two waited in line, something caught Kenma's eye.

"Hey, (Name). I'll be right back!".

"Oh okay! I'll meet you at the food court?" (Name) chirped happily.

Kenma walked up to an LOL vendor that was selling keychains of the video game characters.

"Um excuse me? Can I get two of these?"

♡

"Kenma there you are!". (Name) smiled and walked towards the blonde carrying drinks.

"Hey" Kenma smiled down, rubbing his neck, "Well I got this for you".

Kenma held out (Name)'s favorite LOL character in a keychain.

"Oh my goodness, Kenma.. you didn't have too".

As (Name) reached out for the Keychain, Kenma grabbed the man's hands.

(Name) look at the blonde, "(Name)...."

"Yes?".

"(Name) if we win this tournament... can I court you?".

(Name)'s face flushed in red.

♡

[Few years later]

"Name... wake up. I don't have time for this today".

(Name) snuggled closer in the bedsheets, just coming off of his latest heat, "I don't wanna, if I do get up that means I gotta be a person today".

Kenma chuckled, "Babe, I love you but I'm trying to stream... I don't wanna anyone else seeing my omega laying in their natural habitat"

"NaTUrAL HaBiTAt, you make it seem like I'm an animal"

Kenma sighed, "Well.. you do bite..".

(Name) threw a pillow towards the man, "You dick!".

(Name) charged towards Kenma; Kenma grabbing (Name)'s legs and flipping him upside down.

"AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA! BOOM BOOM BOOOM".

This was my first request and I am very happy! It was long, barely proofread, but I think it was goof! I hope you enjoyed it. Thank you so much! This was kinda rushed, sorry user if this wasn't as good as you hoped it to be. Thank you for the request anyways!

#haikyuu x male reader #kenma x male reader #alpha kenma #male reader #omega reader #omega male reader #kenma kozume #kenma kozume x reader #alpha kenma x omega reader

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venuscrashed · 10 months

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Haikyuu x Reader from another team

This is gn reader but I accidentally thought of it as a male reader. Sorry.

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.

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.

#x gn reader #x male y/n #x female y/n #x female reader #x ftm reader #x reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #kenma x male reader #kenma x gender neutral reader #kenma x reader #yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi x male reader #yamaguchi x gn reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #headcanon #venuscrashed

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solannn · 5 months

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Haikyuu x Cat!male!reader

description: which,a cat human,[M/N] tries to forget his human past as a cat but it’s isn’t it's not easy as he thought

remember : this story implied male reader and I’m really strict about a fem aligned about reading it you can read it just don’t fetishized it please there’s no nsfw bcs the character aren’t adults so minor are accepted.

KITTY; 01

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You had 2 owners, one is named Kuroo and the other Kenma.

Kuroo is the one who adopted him alone on a desolate street

Kenma sometimes visited you because you lived with Kuroo. Now you've been living with him for about 2 years, you've gotten used to seeing him leave first thing in the morning to go to class.

You decide to go to his room and the first thing you notice is his volleyball, do you remember seeing her playing with Kenma, won't it do any harm if you try to copy their actions?

You transform into a human and take the ball in your hands, at first you didn't understand the basics so you forced yourself to watch tutorials on the computer.

It's 1:30 p.m. you went to eat for your lunch break, you picked up the ball and started playing again for hours but you forgot that your owner came back around 8 p.m. and you made a mess of the house

The door opened, Kuroo was the first to notice he had his mouth open when he noticed you he exclaimed

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ??" He enters the house and looks around to find his cat.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY CAT? ARE YOU AN ANIMAL KIDNAPER?? A THIE-” he noticed that you had cat ears and a tail.

“…” He looked you straight in the eyes you didn’t know what to say the room became silent before Kenma arrived.

“I didn’t know you had a b-” Kenma started to say appearing from behind making Kuroo jolt. Kuroo cut him off “I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND."

🧚‍♂️

“Are you trying to tell me you’re my cat, Kitty?” You were sitting on the couch talking everyone thought you were crazy in this room.

Oh yes, you forgot that they called you 'Kitty' because of Hello Kitty and the lack of originality.

You sigh trying to find your words “Touch my ear” The 2 boys raised their eyebrows Kuroo took your ear and pulled it very hard, he could tear it off you cried out in pain.

“I SAID TOUCH NOT PULL.” “YOU NEVER KNOW OK!!” he shouted back. Kenma was massaging his tampons because they were screaming so loudly.

“See I’m real!” You said letting a sigh escape your mouth you didn't know why but you couldn't transform yourself maybe from one to stress or something else probably.

You closed your eyes trying to concentrate, you took deep breaths and relaxed your shoulders. A few seconds passed and you became a cat again, you meowed. Kuroo & Kenma look at you in pure shock.

“Now I believe you it wasn’t so hard to do that” said the boy you gave him a glare,a death glare.

🐱

You turned back into a human to talk to them, you sighed “Calling me [M/N] is better than Kitty” you said, scratching the back of your head.

“Why was Kitty a good first name?” Complains Kuroo “It was shitty and no originality 😐” said Kenma “hey! I had no idea ok?☹️”.

“Actually, if you went to high school, that would be great, wouldn’t it?” “Yeah..” Kenma replied with his eyes on his console.

Kuroo smirked, imagining scenarios where you were in high school “ you should hide your tail and your ears” you nodded Kuroo already had an idea in mind.

"But how old are you? In your human form ig" Kenma asked curiosily if you didn’t mind "I’m 16 years I think I should be in second year" Kenma nodded

“Ah! I almost forgot, [M/N]” a warm smile appeared on his face before disappearing “you clean the house 😘". You sighed

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archivedzeke · 1 year

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STREAMER GETS FINGERED ! kenma kozume

warnings ! top m! reader , trans character (afab) , nsfw , fingering , voyeurism , exhibition , squirting , daddy kink , slight spanking

★ . . . “ keep your fucking hips up. " your hand came into contact with kenma's face , his head whipping to the side from the force of the slap as a sharp whine left his lips from the sting.

your long fingers were buried deep inside kenma's pink cunt , his legs spread wide just for you as you moved both your middle and ring finger in and out of him slowly , watching him suck them back in with minimal ease. such a fucking whore.

the black haired man could only hold his legs open and move his hips down against your fingers for better friction. thighs quaking as he asked you to give him more , make him cum.

kenma was propped onto his back , arms wrapped under the backside of his knees to keep his legs in the air. his streaming camera which was usually facing his gaming chair was pointed toward the bed , zoomed in on his dripping cunt.

" look at his pretty little pussy , taking my fingers so well. he's leaking everywhere. you like being shown off like this don't you bitch ? "

he nodded his head obediently , toes curling in ecstasy , " yes daddy. i l-luh-love it ! "

the poor boys legs were shaking and a bit sore , being forced to sit still as you had your way with him - antagonizing him with the slow movement of your fingers. he just wanted to cum.

you pump them in and out of him quickly , spurring on gasps and high-pitched moans. his pussy fluttered around your fingers , head rolling to the side but not once did he drop his legs.

" pluh-please daddy. . . ngh-oh fuck! " his slick juices seeping out and coating your fingers to the knuckle , the excess sticking to his thighs.

" are you going to cum baby? you've been so greedy , pussy swallowing my fingers. i'm sure our little viewers would love for you to cum like this " you placed a kiss on his ass cheek and smirked at the camera. slowing your fingers to hear the loud wet slick sounds that cause him embarrassment.

as if getting fingered on the live stream was not enough. kenma’s clit throbbed , twitching for stimulation. he’s been good, doing as you say and letting you pull orgasm after orgasm out of him.

" d-deeper! fuck. . . push them deeper " he let his words trail off into a gentle groan. pushing his ass back in time for you to push your fingers further into his cunt. “yes . . ah! like that daddy ! ”

there was a split second of shock as kenma's back arched off the bed with a girlish moan , thick cream gushing from his sloppy folds as he tried his hardest to pull away. " whoa baby , was that it? did i find your spot? "

you teased him to no end , stimulating the spongey area while rubbing gentle circles on his throbbing clit. kenma's broken garbled language had your thick cock begging for release.

but of course , you could deal with that after you've made him cum again from your fingers. it didn’t take him long , he was already at his peak again. but this time he felt different , wetter.

his clit twitched underneath your thumb and his pussy walls clenched around your fingers , spasming with wetness and heat before kenma's eyes crossed and a loud sob of pleasure left his throat. body going rigid and legs tensing in air.

clear liquid spurting from his cunt , and his hold on his leg going weak as his body went limp. but you leaned over to catch some of his release on your tongue with a giggle.

" you made such a mess ken ! look at that ! ”

pulling your fingers away from his used pussy and spreading his folds, you glanced at the camera with a smile, bringing your other hand down on the fat of his ass before gripping the flesh.

kenma panted , mewled , and giggled. the orgasm leaving him in an almost braindead state. if he was this way with your fingers , he was going to be even better with your cock buried in his cunt.

𝗰𝘃𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘇𝗲𝗸𝗲™

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zmbiesuga · 1 year

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Hiii it’s me again 🫶🏽 so I have this thing where I tell people “ILL KISS YOU” when I beg for something. How would tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, and suna be with a bf that does that?

VARIOUS HQ BOYS . . . with a threat to kiss !

desc: various hq boys with a boyfriend who threatens to kiss them when begging for something

includes: tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, bokuto & suna x m!reader

warnings: kuroo being a loser because i love loser kuroo <3, tsukishima being tsukishima, me changing my drabble layout once again because i can never be satisfied

note: thank you so much for requesting!

rest assured, tsukishima will only look at you with a quirked eyebrow and a small smirk. "you'll kiss me if i do this for you?" he beckons, it doesn't really matter to him whether you were joking or not (because truthfully he'd probably do it either way.) and it's not like he needs a kiss to do something for his boyfriend in the first place, it's just that he likes the way your face flares up at him calling your bluff so cooly.

if it wasn't you, kuroo probably would've responded just as cooly as tsukishima. however, because it WAS you and you ARE the love of his life that he can feel himself falling deeper for everyday, he goes red in the cheeks. he's kissed you before, but each one makes him feel more giddy than the last (though, he'd never tell you that.) this prompts him to immeadiatley do the thing you asked without a second thought, as the flustered mess he is.

kenma simply tells you that you need to drive a higher bargain depending on what his precious boyfriend is asking. if it's something small, then he sees a kiss as more than enough to complete the deed. however, if it's something larger (or he really just feels like teasing you), he'll make you add something to sweeten the deal. your kisses are amicable, but only for so long.

you don't even have to threaten bokuto with a kiss, he's already doing the thing you asked him! the kiss only adds to his motivation, but he would do it no matter what. the kiss itself is seriously just a small fraction of the bigger picture, that he just enjoys doing things for you! and of course he'll accept the kiss later too, because he also likes to be appreciated.

good luck on even getting suna to listen up until the "I'LL KISS YOU" point. your voice is one of his favorite things, however he does tend to zone out and have bouts of laziness. at the threat, he'll simply look at you and smirk in a similar fashion to tsukishima's and reply: "how about you do it, and i still get a kiss?" in his defense, it probably is something you are fully capable of doing for yourself. despite his nonchalant smart-assiness, he'll still do what you asked, i mean if he gets a smooch out of the deal then it can't be that bad right?

#love letters from leo #my dearest haikyuu #kuroo x male reader #kenma x male reader #tsukishima x male reader #bokuto x male reader #suna x male reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x male reader #hq x reader #kuroo drabble #kenma drabble #tsukishima drabble #bokuto drabble #suna drabble #haikyuu drabbles #hq drabbles

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remuswriting · 1 month

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Cut the Cameras

Match Cut

When Tooru was nine years old, he met a pretty boy with long hair and a bright smile on the playground. It was the first time he’d ever seen him, which probably meant the boy was new to the neighborhood. So Tooru told him he was pretty, and the boy shoved him to the ground, telling him not to call him that.

“I’m Oikawa Tooru,” he said, a little starstruck as he stared up at the boy from the ground.

The boy looked at him, slightly concerned at the reaction, but introduced himself. Tooru believed that name to be his favorite word until he heard the name Y/N. That was far better than anything he’d ever heard before. Looking back on it, he’d fallen in love far too fast without even knowing it.

It was early winter during Tooru’s third year of junior high when Y/N received his first confession from a boy. He learned about it during their weekly phone call since they were in different prefectures—too far away from each other. He didn’t know who Aoi was, but he knew that he liked Y/N, and he knew that Y/N had uncomfortably rejected him.

Even though Tooru knew Y/N wasn’t interested in him, he thought about how Y/N could be interested in someone. He could be interested in someone who wasn’t Tooru, even though he was so interested in Y/N. Interested to the point that he’d write an over-the-top girly love letter to Y/N if he had to. It was the nausea and frustration that washed over him that made it hard to breathe.

“Are you there, Tooru?” Y/N asked, voice timid. Tooru tried to breathe normally, but it hurt. All he could picture was Y/N holding a faceless guy’s hand, and his chest hurt from how hard his heart pounded.

“I love you,” Tooru said, and his voice shook. He wished he sounded confident, but apparently, that wouldn’t be happening today. “This is me confessing to you: I love you.”

There was silence for 30 seconds before Y/N blurted. “I’m a boy!” He sounded completely frazzled. “I’m not a girl—never felt like one. I’m a boy.”

Tooru didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Both of their confessions were unplanned, and he was trying to process both of their words—trying to process the weight their words had on each other’s shoulders. He didn’t understand what Y/N said—didn’t know what it meant—so silence seemed to be the better option over asking insensitive questions. But the tension between them thickened, even over the phone.

“Okay,” he said, and Y/N let out a shaky breath. “Does this mean I like boys?”

Y/N’s laugh was filled with tears. “I guess?”

They spoke about it. Things were ironed out, and Tooru realized he’d never liked anyone but Y/N. The details of if he liked boys or girls weren’t relevant in that case, because Y/N could be anything in the universe and Tooru would still only want him.

One day during summer break, when they were both in high school and finally in the same prefecture again, Y/N confessed more. They’d been dating for nearly two years, and it wasn’t their first date by any means, but Tooru’s excitement always felt like the first date.

They were at a park, drinking soda from the vending machine, and Y/N sat so close to Tooru. Their sides were nearly touching. Tooru wanted to lean closer to him and feel the heat radiate through Y/N’s clothes.

“What do you want to do after high school?” Y/N asked as he looked over at Tooru. Tooru was already looking at him, admiring the way Y/N watched the world around them.

“Play volleyball,” Tooru said without hesitation, because that was all he’d ever seen himself doing. Volleyball was a core piece of him, and he didn’t know how he’d ever be able to part with it, so he hoped he’d never have to.

Y/N chuckled, his eyes glimmering in the sunlight. The wind blew Y/N’s hair back, exposing his face some. He’d recently gotten a haircut, and it was shorter, but not the length he wanted.

“I should’ve figured,” Y/N said, mild amusement in his voice. He looked away from Tooru, and his hair blew into his mouth. Tooru tried to bite down his laughter at Y/N’s reaction to spitting it out. “I want to edit videos.”

“Like our YouTube videos?” Tooru asked.

Y/N shook his head. “No, like movies or TV shows. Big things.” He got quiet for a second. “But I can’t stay here and do that.”

Tooru’s brows furrowed together. “What do you mean?”

“I… I’m never going to get to be myself here,” Y/N said, and his brows furrowed as he stared at something in the distance. “I’m always going to be forced to be”—he motioned to himself—“this person I’m not. And I don’t know how much longer I can do it for.”

“Then we’ll leave,” Tooru said, as if it were that simple. At 16 years old, it seemed that simple. Just about everything but getting to Nationals seemed that simple. “After high school, we can leave and start over.”

Y/N slowly nodded before looking at him. “Okay,” Y/N said softly. “Start over after high school.”

Y/N didn’t wait for Tooru to start over. He graduated high school before Tooru, and he had university figured out. Yes, the train ride to Kyoto would be expensive, but Tooru would figure it out. He was already setting money aside, and Y/N hadn’t even graduated high school two days ago. But then they were in the park they met at, and Y/N wasn’t himself.

“I can’t do this anymore,” Y/N said, and he forced distance between them. Whenever Tooru took a step forward, Y/N took a step back. “It’s not fair to you or to me.”

“What’s not fair?” Tooru asked, and Y/N wouldn’t look at him. He wouldn’t make eye contact with him, as if it’d hurt him. But then he looked at Tooru, and Tooru wished he hadn’t. The coldness in his eyes hurt more than not being looked at.

“Being with you,” Y/N said, and his voice was so dismissive. “It’s been going on for way too long. I can’t pretend to be in love with you anymore.”

Fear rushed through Tooru, making his fingertips buzz and his chest ache. He didn’t understand. Yesterday they had shared secret kisses as they whispered that they love each other, but now Y/N was saying this? He didn’t understand.

“It’s all been out of pity,” Y/N said. Tooru felt faint and ill and he couldn’t do this. “And liking the attention you’ve given me. None of it has ever been real.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Tooru asked, even though part of him wanted to yell that Y/N was lying. He was lying, because none of it made sense. This wasn’t him.

“Yes,” Y/N said as he sighed. “I never wanted you, and I can finally be free of you.”

“But I want you,” Tooru said, because he did. His chest had always ached with want when it came to Y/N, from the first day they met. Tears burned his eyes, but he tried to fight them off. “How can I make you want me?”

Y/N’s expression remained devoid of anything like him—compassionate, scared, hopeful. “Nothing. You can’t do anything to make me want you.”

Tooru clenched his jaw as he tried to not cry. Y/N had always been good at hiding himself, but never in front of Tooru. They’d always been open and honest with each other, especially after Y/N came out to him and Tooru realized he loved Y/N more than words could describe. This wasn’t Y/N. It wasn’t his Y/N.

“Why are you doing this?” Tooru asked, and Y/N simply tilted his head to the side as if to ask what Tooru could possibly be talking about. “Why are you breaking up with me?”

“Because I don’t love you—I don’t want you,” Y/N said. His voice was unforgiving in a way that made Tooru flinch. “I’m tired of being miserable every day because I have to pretend. I don’t want to be miserable, and I don’t want to pretend.”

That was when tears finally streamed down Tooru’s face, and he couldn’t stop them, no matter how hard he clenched his jaw or closed his eyes. His cheeks turned wet, and Y/N just stared at him. No reaction came from him, and Tooru didn’t cry harder from it, but he nearly did. He nearly completely broke down, but he had to keep some part of himself together. Even if Y/N knew he’d driven a knife into Tooru’s chest and turned it in a way he may never recover from, he couldn’t let himself fully feel that yet.

“Fine,” Tooru croaked out, his throat slowly turning raw from crying. It wasn’t loud crying by any means, but it still tore through his entire body as if to tell him he had been ruined. “We’re broken up.”

Y/N’s breath hitched so loudly Tooru could hear it, and there was a faint flicker of hope—hope that Y/N was lying. Perhaps Y/N was playing a part that Tooru knew nothing about. He wanted to scream at him, but he feared it’d make no difference. He feared fighting would only make all of it worse, and he couldn’t do that. What if fighting forced Y/N and Masaru apart? What if it forced Hajime and Y/N apart? Tooru couldn’t do that to the people he loved.

“Finally,” was all Y/N said before walking toward his house. It was so close to the park—closer than Tooru’s house. So Tooru watched him walk all the way there and into the house. His breakfast sat heavy in his stomach, some of it begging to come up his throat and onto the grass beneath his feet.

Tooru had never thought there could possibly be a world where there wasn’t him and Y/N. Maybe being in love and dating your best friend was the worst thing to do when it led to this, but Tooru knew there was no universe that he wouldn’t love Y/N. There was no universe where Y/N didn’t love him, even if Y/N said he didn’t—even if Y/N said he never did. Tooru didn’t believe it, and maybe his delusion caused him to run to Y/N’s house. He pounded on the door, and he didn’t know what he was doing—he didn’t know what he was going to say, but Y/N’s parents weren’t home, so he could talk freely.

Y/N opened the door, and he still looked so passive. Tooru shoved inside, not waiting for him to speak or invite him in. “We’re not fucking doing this,” Tooru said, and Y/N’s eyes widened a little. “We’re not breaking up when you’re the love of my life.”

“But you’re not mine, Oikawa,” Y/N said. Hearing him use Tooru’s surname stung, but he tried to ignore it. “So, we are doing this.”

“No.” Tooru grabbed Y/N’s shoulders. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, and God knows if you’re going to actually tell me right now, but you can’t seriously tell me this is what you want.” Y/N was quiet. He stared at Tooru with an annoyed expression, and Tooru couldn’t figure any of this out. “Talk to me.”

“Get out,” Y/N said as he knocked Tooru’s hands off his shoulders. “Get out of my house and leave me the fuck alone. That’s what I want.”

Tooru shook his head. “No, it’s not. I know you, and that’s not what you want.”

“You don’t know me!” Y/N yelled as he pressed a finger into Tooru’s chest, and it dug into the material so hard it’d wrinkle it and the pressure would cause a fingerprint bruise to rest there. “You may know my secrets, but you don’t know me!”

“But I do,” Tooru argued back, and he leaned into Y/N. He let the pain of his heart and chest ground him. “I know you better than I know myself.”

Y/N dropped his hand as he shook his head. “Get out.”

“Why are you lying?” Tooru asked, exasperation consuming his voice. “Why are you doing this to us?”

“Why won’t you leave?” Y/N snapped, and he took a step forward, which caused Tooru to stumble backwards slightly. “Why won’t you leave me alone when I’ve asked you to?”

“Because I don’t know how to,” Tooru admitted without hesitation.

Y/N stopped for a moment as his mouth opened slightly. He finally looked like he didn’t know what to say—like the act was finally melting away. “Have you really become so attached you don’t know how to say goodbye?” he asked, completely surprising Tooru. “Do you not know a version of you without me?”

“We’ve known each other since we were children,” Tooru said, as if reminding him. As if Y/N somehow forgot that information. “It’s inevitable for who we are to be connected to one another.”

Y/N turned away from him as he shook his head. “No,” he said, weak and wobbly. “No. I hate you. God, I hate you so much right now.”

For once in this entire fight, he didn’t sound like he fully meant it. It sounded like he was trying to convince himself. It sounded as if there had been a script and he was deviating from it.

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Tooru asked, far softer than he’d been speaking. “Just tell me.”

Y/N barely turned toward him, and Tooru couldn’t even see Y/N’s face, but he tried to picture the expression Y/N wore. He tried to, even though he feared it’d hurt him more. The idea of Y/N looking angry—genuinely hating him—made Tooru sick to his stomach, but he pushed that thought aside. It was all he could do.

“I can’t,” Y/N said, voice strained, and he was crying. “Just leave.”

Although he wanted to keep fighting—wanted to keep Y/N—something in Tooru paused. That urge to get him back faltered, because Y/N was crying. The boy who stayed strong for everyone else—feared that his weakness would only bring others down—was crying. Tooru had seen him cry before, but it’d been so long. It’d been so long since Y/N broke down.

“Okay,” Tooru said, even though he didn’t want to. “Okay, I will.”

It all felt robotic how he turned and left, the spring wind brushing over his face as if to tell him it would be okay. It wouldn’t be, though. It wouldn’t be okay at all, because he just possibly ended Y/N’s friendships with Iwaizumi and Masaru as well. That guilt and heartbreak would consume his entire chest until he couldn’t breathe anymore. He should’ve told Y/N to not bring them into this.

The walk to his house wasn’t far—only 20 minutes. He’d be stuck in his head for 20 minutes, and he knew it wasn’t a smart idea, but there was nowhere else to go, though. His steps were slow, because there was nothing left to him. He’d never been so drained in his entire life, and it was so bad that he didn’t even know how long he’d been walking. It’d all just been repetitive of one foot in front of the other until someone crashed into his back. Crashed into him so hard he stumbled, but the arms wrapping around him made it to where he didn’t completely fall.

“Don’t leave,” Y/N said, desperate. “Don’t leave me. I’m so sorry.”

Tooru took a deep breath in and let himself melt into Y/N’s embrace. “I won’t,” he breathed. “I’m staying right here.”

Y/N’s plan had been to cut off contact with everyone and disappear, because he knew his family wouldn’t support him. They’d most likely kick him out and make his life miserable, so he thought that going no contact would simplify things. To do this, he had to break up with Tooru. He had cut off all ties to everyone he loved or else they’d get caught in the crossfire.

Tooru told him he’d do whatever he had to in order for them to stay together. If that meant making up that he’d met someone new, then he’d do so. He’d do whatever Y/N needed him to do. He’d follow him to the ends of the earth if that’s what it took to keep him.

Now, three years later, Tooru gets out of his car and sees Y/N sitting on the swing he once told Tooru is his. It’s the only swing that doesn’t have creaky chains, and the seat isn’t completely worn to a faded gray when it’s meant to be black. Tooru always saved it for Y/N, not interested in it if Y/N was with him. It’s strange seeing Y/N back there, sitting on a swing in their childhood park, because he looks like himself now. No longer is he playing a part he never signed up for but now plays the part made for him. He looks like the boy Tooru fell in love with.

“There you are,” Tooru says, and Y/N looks up at him. Even though there’s distance between them, Tooru sees how puffy Y/N’s eyes are from crying.

“Tooru,” Y/N says, and his voice cracks. It’s so raw and full of emotion. “I’m—I’m sorry.”

Tooru hurries to his side, knowing things will only fall apart if the distance remains. Y/N has always loved close proximity, even if they’re not touching. He’s always preferred being in person over texting, because he believes it changes the experience entirely. Quality time is so meaningful to him, and Tooru knows this.

“You don’t need to apologize,” Tooru says as he crouches in front of Y/N. He doesn’t reach out for him, letting him take his time to come to him.

“I’m so scared,” Y/N says, and his voice is soft but not a whisper. “I—I don’t know what to do.”

Then he breaks down into tears, and he leans forward to press his forehead against Tooru’s shoulder. It’s an awkward angle, but he puts an arm around Y/N to ground both of them.

“We continue on,” Tooru says as he presses his cheek against Y/N’s hair. “We deal with everything as it happens, just like we’ve always done.” He lifts his face so he can press a kiss to Y/N’s hair. “It’s the two of us against the world. It’ll be okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

Y/N’s crying dies down a little, and his heart pounds so hard Tooru feels it through his chest. Tooru wants to fix all of this. He wishes he could make everything bad fade away so Y/N can breathe without fear and pain. The wind is gentle, brushing through both of their hair like a fine-tooth comb. Y/N has stopped crying, but his heart doesn’t quit beating so hard.

“I like Kenma,” Y/N whispers, but it’s loud in Tooru’s ears. He doesn’t pull away from Y/N, because he knows that’s the only way Y/N can say this.

“You like him?” he asks softly and slowly. “Romantically?”

Y/N pauses, far too long for Tooru’s liking. “Yes.”

It’s not the first time Y/N has liked someone else before, and it didn’t surprise Tooru the first time it happened either. He’s always thought of it as Y/N has so much love in his heart that he can’t just pin it down on one person. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt a little whenever it happens, because Tooru is only human. And what makes it worse is that he saw it coming. He saw Y/N’s crush on Kenma coming from a mile away.

Tooru takes a deep breath, and all he smells for a moment is Y/N’s shampoo. “Do you want to be with him?”

“I want to be with you,” Y/N says without hesitation.

That’s always been Y/N’s answer when asked that. He always says he loves Tooru and wants Tooru before wanting anyone else. He doesn’t have to say that for Tooru to say. All he needs to say is that he still loves Tooru, and Tooru will stay.

“I want to be with you too,” Tooru says, because it means more to Y/N than just saying he’s not upset. “But do you want to be with him, too?”

Y/N lets out a shaky breath, Tooru feels it against his shoulder. “Yes,” he says. “But I don’t want to be with him if it means losing you.”

Tooru pulls away, just enough for them to look each other in the eyes. Y/N reaches out and grabs at Tooru’s jacket, right over his heart, just to keep him close. “You will never lose me,” he says, and he puts a hand over Y/N’s. “I will admit that it’s hard to hear that you want to be with someone else—”

“I want to be with you,” Y/N says again, annoyance in his voice. “Don’t make it sound like we’re breaking up, because we’re not. I refuse.”

Tooru doesn’t know how to explain that this isn’t them breaking up—that he’s not sure he even knows how to do that. This is him trying to process everything as Y/N tells him, because Y/N has never said he’s wanted to be with someone else before. It’s just that it’s always been only a crush that he’s not sure where it’ll go. So Y/N’s been keeping this to himself, probably terrified of what Tooru will think—what he’ll do. So Tooru has to choose his words carefully.

“I’m not breaking up with you,” Tooru says slowly, and he hates that tears are pooling in Y/N’s eyes again. “I—I just don’t know what to do. You’ve never wanted to be with them before.”

Y/N looks away from him, but he doesn’t knock Tooru away, so Tooru’s hand squeezes Y/N’s hand, even if slightly uncomfortably. They both need the skin-to-skin contact. If they lose it, then all of this may crumble around them. Y/N will lose all the courage he has if Tooru lets go of him.

“Kenma is different,” Y/N says softly. “I don’t know how or why, but he is.”

Tooru lets the words sit with him for a moment, not saying anything because he fears the first thing coming to mind will hurt Y/N. There won’t be any comfort, because hearing that doesn’t bring any comfort to him. He knows Y/N doesn’t want this to happen. He knows that, but it’s still so hard.

“I knew you were forming a crush on him,” Tooru says, and he knows it’s not what Y/N wants to hear. He’s not sure if it’s what he needs to hear, either. “Always making comments about him with a smile on your face or hanging out with him more than you hang out with our other friends.” He pauses. “I knew. It was just easier to look the other way.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says, and a sob rips through him. He leans in and presses his forehead against Tooru’s shoulder, not wanting to be seen as he cries. “I’m so sorry.”

Tooru’s other hand makes its way to Y/N’s hair, where he rests his hand for a moment before gently petting him. He doesn’t comb his fingers through Y/N’s hair—he just pets his hair in hopes it calms both of them down.

“Don’t apologize,” he says before pressing a quick kiss to the side of Y/N’s head. “You’ve done nothing wrong. This is just how you are—full of love.”

“I don’t want to be full of love if it makes us feel like this.”

He doesn’t say anything in return, because he doesn’t know what to say. This is territory they’ve never crossed before. It’s always been small crushes that they’ve laughed off after a couple weeks, but he knows this is bigger. He fears what this means, but Y/N is here in his arms. Y/N is here and concrete and saying he still loves Tooru.

They only pull away because Y/N initiates it. His crying stopped minutes ago, and there’s still panic in Y/N’s eyes, but Tooru knows it’s okay to let go of him now. He knows that now is the time for some distance, so they can breathe their own air while being next to each other.

“I love you,” Tooru says, and Y/N looks him in the eyes, even though he looks nearly broken. “I love you, and you know that. I’ve loved you since I met you when we were kids.” Y/N’s breath hitches, and Tooru fears Y/N will start crying again. “I’m not upset. I’m not angry. This is not the end of us. I just need time to process it before we truly talk about it.”

Y/N nods, but it’s not full of certainty. It’s a small nod filled with nerves. “Okay,” he says, and he chews at his bottom lip for a second. “This isn’t a break, right? Because I don’t want a break.”

“It’s not,” Tooru says, and he knows Y/N is asking because they’ve done breaks before. Never for anything like this, but for when things felt like too much. However, their breaks aren’t like normal breaks. They still lived their lives with each other, not cutting each other out. The difference is during that time they’re best friends first. Almost acting as a reminder that their relationship relies on that friendship before it relies on romance. The breaks never lasted long, though—only two months at most. That’s not what Tooru wants this time. “We’re together.”

“Okay,” Y/N says before he leans in a little, and Tooru leans in to softly kiss him. Gentle and reassuring, telling him that they’re okay. This situation here is okay. Y/N pulls away and presses a kiss to Tooru’s forehead, as if Tooru is the only one who needs reassurance.

It’s quiet for a moment, and the park is so quiet. The only time it’s been like this before was years ago, and maybe it’s a sign that the important things discussed here will have silence. They’ll have the space they need.

“They moved last year,” Y/N says, and he’s looking over Tooru’s shoulder at his old house. Tooru looks at it before getting up and sitting on the swing next to Y/N. “Do you think they miss me?”

“Yes,” Tooru says, because he knows Y/N’s family. None of them are inherently cruel people, but they aren’t accepting. They wouldn’t be who Y/N needs in his life, and it’s okay that Y/N cut off contact. Tooru will never judge him for it, because that’s what Y/N needed and he’ll stand behind him in that. “But I don’t think it matters.”

Y/N is quiet for a moment. “I wouldn’t miss me if I were them. The way I left still feels so cruel—a letter saying goodbye and that I’m okay. It’s still a miracle they didn’t contact the police or try going after me like I feared they would.” He chuckles, but it’s sad and airy. “I feel like I messed up.”

“You didn’t,” Tooru says without hesitation. Y/N looks away from the house and at Tooru. “You did what you had to, Y/N. I will always be here to remind you of that and remind you that you’re a good person, because I know you think you’re not. I know you think that you’ve caused so much pain that you can’t be good, but that’s not true. You are good—you’re the best person I know.”

Y/N looks down at the ground, and the creaky swings are the only thing heard between them. “This wasn’t how I planned on coming out.” Tooru watches Y/N start crying again. “I—I don’t know how I planned to come out, but not like this—not with a photo from high school and someone telling the world for me.”

He looks at Tooru, and how much pain he’s in rips Tooru in half.

“We’re going to get everything sorted,” Tooru says, because that’s what matters. Y/N needs to know that this isn’t the end of the world—he will be okay. “It’s just going to take some time, but everything will get sorted out.”

Y/N slowly nods. “Okay.” He looks at Tooru. “Where do we go from here?” Tooru tilts his head a little. “Do we go home? Or do we go somewhere else?”

“That’s up to you.”

Y/N looks at the sky, which is so cloudy but beautiful. Tooru can’t look away from Y/N, though. Something that he’s always struggled with is that he’s never been able to look away from Y/N.

“I can’t… I can’t face anyone right now—or anyone but you and Masaru, maybe Hajime as well,” Y/N says, and he shakes his head. “I don’t know. I—I don’t know what to do. I just feel so lost.”

“Have you eaten yet?” Tooru asks, which may be the silliest question for some people. However, he knows Y/N. He knows Y/N will forget to care for himself when the world crashes around him. Y/N would rather save those around him than save himself, and Tooru has always loved him for it, even if it hurts him just a little.

“I… I don’t know?” Y/N says as he looks at Tooru. “I think I may have had breakfast at the hotel this morning, but I don’t remember.”

Tooru stands up and turns to Y/N. “Then let’s get something to eat. We’ll figure out our next move after,” he says, and he extends his hand to Y/N, who looks up at him with fond yet sad eyes. Tooru wants Y/N to pull him down and kiss him. “You ready?”

Y/N looks at Tooru’s hand before back at Tooru’s face, searching for anything that’s off. Tooru doesn’t move. He just holds his hand out for Y/N to take when he’s ready. When the muscles in Y/N’s body slowly loosen, Tooru knows everything is catching up. The reality is that this moment is okay. They are okay. There’s no reason to be scared, because Tooru is here to stay, no matter what.

Y/N slowly nods as he takes Tooru’s hand, and Tooru has always believed their hands were made perfectly for each other. He’s always believed every aspect of their beings was made for each other—soulmates who found each other early on.

“Yeah,” Y/N says, and it’s the most confident he’s sounded the entire conversation. “But let’s get takeout and eat it in the hotel room.”

Tooru grins as he nods. “Of course,” he says as he pulls Y/N up, and their bodies press against each other. “As long as I get a kiss.”

Y/N’s smile is breathtaking, as it always is, and his kisses are even more so. Tooru can’t breathe, but this time it’s a good thing. This time it’s because Y/N loves him so much, and he loves him so much in return.

Tooru glances at Y/N’s empty childhood home as they walk to the car. Part of him wishes for Y/N’s family to find out and to welcome him with open arms. They’d forgive the years of no contact because they’d understand why he did it. However, he knows them, even if they’ve not spoken in a while. Although he’d been a constant at family dinners growing up, he wasn’t a constant without Y/N. Yes, he is as much to blame as they were for their loss of contact, but he doesn’t regret it. He doesn’t regret it, because he knows that they will never welcome Y/N with open arms. They will never see Y/N as their son, and Tooru wants nothing to do with people who treat his boyfriend that way.

He knows that Y/N is happier with the family they’ve collected over the years. Sugawara is similar to an annoying brother-in-law who cares for them both but will always pick Y/N first. Daichi, who came along with Sugawara, is the person to bring them back to reality. The boy next door or maybe even cousin if he truly needs a title, but Tooru believes Daichi to just be Daichi, and that makes sense to those who matter. Iwaizumi and Masaru have always been their family, from the very beginning to now.

Then there’s the people they’ve only known for a couple months, but they’ve grown into something that resembles a family—a slightly dysfunctional one. Tooru knows Y/N wouldn’t change it for the world, though. He knows Y/N is grateful for these people and for more than just being part of his film.

Tooru looks away from the empty house, and there’s no longer any sadness when it comes to that part of their old life, because they’ve made a new one. They’ve made one full of love and acceptance, and that’s what they both need right now—Y/N more than him.

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captain-lessship · 1 year

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Random Haikyuu x Reader Head Cannons

Kuroo:

He actually doesn’t cuddle you in your sleep. Controversial, I know but given his sleeping position, he just can’t.

To every rule there is an exception: He will cuddle you til you fall asleep. After you’re asleep, he removes his arms from you.

You stay pressed to his side and he enjoys you being there

You almost always fall asleep before you. But you always wake up before him.

You peer your eye over the edge of the blanket, smile hidden as you admire his squished face he has in between pillows

Bokuto:

Surprisingly a good dancer. True he gets a little excited and spins you a little too much but he has great rhythm and timing

Loves dancing with you. Anywhere. Anytime.

Dances in public. There is so many videos of him and you that were trending do to his volleyball fame

Dances in the kitchen, til you complain that the food might burn.

He loves dipping and spinning you.

The giggles you let out are the reason he loves it.

Kenma:

no matter you cook for this man, he sees it a a five Michelin star meal

If he thinks really hard, he can almost taste the very first meal you cooked him.

You bring him hearty snacks when he’s gaming.

Has asked you to feed it to him so he can continue gaming. (you said no)

He jokes you’re a healer with your food. Stamina +10, Sadness -25

You sneak vegetables into every dish

On the *extremely* rare occasion he offers to help, you and him are quite the cooking duo

A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach

Sugawara:

Married old couple energy

You have matching chairs, they are also right next to each other

He loves to watch you do your hobbies even if he isn’t interested in them. He’s more focused on the joy that they bring you

You didn’t even confess. It was more of you spent everyday with each other and asked “Are we dating?” And he replied with “Yeah?”

Soulmates. Period.

All of your friends say your relationship goals even you just think you both are mature enough to be with each other

Even when problems do arise, it never lead to a screaming match. Instead you talk through the issue with terms like “I know you did this because of *blank*, but I did not like that/understand why because *blank*”. If you two can’t come to an agreement and are getting agitated: you both will go into separate rooms to calm down.

Healthy relationship baddies

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wonderoustime · 8 months

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Can you write matching clothes with Kenma?

omg first ask!!! thanks for your request anon hehe <3

pairing: kenma x gn!reader word count: 205 words genre: fluff content warning: none, this is just fluff

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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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Kodzuken's Oversight

Kenma doesn't realize the camera's still on

FTM!Kenma x Top!Male Reader

Request

Series: Smile! You're on Camera!

Contains: Filming, Fingering, Hair-Pulling

Words: 695

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"Hey guys, my boyfriend is here watching me play, don't mind him." Kenma pushes your face away from the camera, not wanting his fans to see you and potentially thirst over you.

You put your hand on his thigh, making him jump. He shoots you a look before focusing back on his stream.

Your hand moves to his boxers, slipping inside and teasing his clit. Kenma's eyes widen, stopping in the middle of his sentence.

"Uh- Sorry. I just remembered something but it's nothing, sorry about that." He struggles to keep a straight face while your fingers move down, ghosting around his entrance. "So- uh, the...um..."

You slip a finger in, making Kenma gasp. "Sick? Uh- no....I- I just..." Kenma eyes the chat, blushing when he sees some of them catching on. "Guys, no- listen...I'm not- uhm- hnn-" He bites his lip, breathing heavily as your fingers hit his sweet spot.

Kenma slaps your arm desperately, knowing he won't be able to stop himself from coming. "St- nn- fuh~" He lets a moan slip out. "No- it's- fuck~"

"They know, love." You whisper, smirking.

A donation pops up on the screen: nsfw kodzuken stream?

You smirk. "Why not? What do you think, Ken?" You hit him in just the right way.

"Aah~!" He moans, ruining his underwear. "Fuck.."

"I think they wanna see more." You pull his underwear off. "C'mon doll."

Kenma pouts. "I don't want them to see you."

"What? Afraid they'll all fall madly in love with me?" You smile.

"Yes!" He frowns.

"Turn off the stream then," You squeeze his thigh. "You can have me all to yourself."

Kenma turns the stream off, or so he thinks. Kenma stands up, taking his hoodie off and throwing it to the floor. He pushes the chair back with his foot and looks at you expectantly.

Grinning, you move behind him, slipping your underwear off and bending him over. "Sorry you had to cut the stream short."

"Whatever! Just fuck me!" Kenma looks back at you, spreading his cunt so you can go inside with ease.

"Needy now are we?" You laugh, easing into him. "I don't mind a demanding Kenma though."

"It's your fault!"

"I'll make up for it." You push in, bottoming out and making Kenma moan in bliss.

"Fuck~ don't even wai- aah~!" You interrupt him with fast, relentless thrusts. "Yes~!" Kenma rolls his eyes back, grinning at your roughness.

You fuck into him, shaking the table and dropping things on the floor. Kenma doesn't even acknowledge it, too focused on getting fucked. "Fuck.." You groan.

"Ooh~! (Name)!" Kenma gasps. "Mo- more~! Please~!"

"Horny little slut-" You grab his hair and pull his head back.

"Co- coming~!"

You glance at the screen, a notification showing that Kenma's still streaming. The webcam is still on too. "Shit- Ken." You slow down.

He whines. "Don't stop!"

"You want all your viewers to see you get fucked?" You smirk.

Kenma makes a confused noise. "Ju- just fuck me!"

"Okay," You go back to your previous pace. "Got anything to say to everyone watching?"

He assumes you just have some sort of camboy kink. "Lo- love yo- your co- cock~!"

"Fuck Ken, you're shameless~" You grin. "You really don't care?"

"Nngh~ no~! On- only ca- care about you~!" He's too out of it to notice he's still streaming.

You grab Kenma's cheeks, showing it to the camera. "Smile!"

Kenma grins stupidly, missing the flashing green light on the camera.

With a few stutters of your hips, you finally come inside Kenma. Your movements come to a gradual stop while run your hands along his back. "Ken.."

"Mm.." He turns to you.

"You do know you're live right now, right?"

He looks at you with a blank expression that changes to shock. "Are you serious?" He asks before turning back to the screen. "Shit.."

"Are you gonna get banned?"

"No...just a warning for not putting an age restriction...ugh." Kenma turns the stream off and slumps onto the desk.

"It'll be fine then, they probably liked it." You ruffle his hair.

"I guess." He sighs, too tired to get worked up about it.

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Hi Rome! could I request gamer!kenma w a boyfriend who wants to hold his hands but he's gaming so when his boyfriend tries to hold his hand he slightly pushes it away but their cat 🐈 sees it and holds reader's hand instead and kenma witnessing it all happen

Oh absolutely

(Name) felt a little needy, wanting attention from his boyfriend who was playing on the switch with a single joycon and other hand free.

(Name) carefully went to interlock their fingers, wanting to be close only for kenma to push his hand away slightly, not even seeming to realize he had done it for a second. When he did realize and saw the dejected look on his boyfriends face he went to grab it....only to be stopped by a small paw.

(Cats name) placed his little mitten in (name)s hand, staring at kenma before snuggling closer to (name), kenma just staring in shock.

"Did he just..."

"You missed your opportunity to hold my hand so he took it for you" (name) said bending down to give a smooch to (cats name)s little forehead "he's out to steal your man"

Kenma just glared at the cat going to grab (name)s hand only to get swatted by the feline "I feed you" kenma hissed "and I read him little bedtime stories"

"You read him horror novels"

"Same thing"

#haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #kenma x male reader #kenma x reader #fluff

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july 6th, 2012 (chapter one)

pairing: nekoma x male reader, yachi hitoka x male reader, and kuroo tetsurō x male reader

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a/n: not me coming back after 3 years

not many people know much about [name] on a personal level at school.

he didn't seem to hang out with anyone during school hours, not like many people would try.

[name] has a syndrome called "the resting bitch face" that intimidated a lot of people. not only that but he is also at the top of his class which fuels the fire of him being untouchable.

many girls in nekoma had a crush on the second-year boy. although he was aloof, he does have a handsome face and an aura that oozes out confidence but not in an arrogant way. he was just so... attractive.

[name] sat boredly in his math class as the teacher went on about logarithmic. he span his pen around his fingers as he turned towards the large windows.

it was grey outside and he sees dark clouds surrounding the sky.

"fuck," [name] cursed inside his head as he continued to glare out the window. he was in a rush getting out of the house today and didn't have time to check the weather forecast. he definitely didn't bring an umbrella to school.

[name] just hopes his little sister had time to pack one.

normally the two [last name] siblings would go to school together but [name] had to go out early to run some errands before school started.

the boy was so zoned out he didn't even hear the school bell ring until he heard his teacher say, "Class dismissed".

many of his classmates already left the classroom before he finally got up to collect his belongings.

it was the end of the day and students were getting ready for their clubs or staying after school to study. [name] didn't bother joining a club since he had other responsibilities to attend to.

when he exited his classroom many female students were loitering around wanting to get a glimpse of the handsome boy. some pretended to go through their lockers while some were in groups of circles, gossiping to their girl friends.

[name] paid them no mind however as he walked towards the front doors of the school, eager to get out and pick up his little sister before it starts to pour.

as he changed into his outside shoes and turned around, he accidentally bumped into a girl whose stuff was now all over the floor.

"[last name]-senpai! i'm so sorry!" the girl stuttered frantically as she bent down to try and collect her papers as quickly as possible.

"don't bother," came his short reply as the girl froze up, scared and embarrassed. "it was my fault."

[name] crouched down and picked up the remaining papers swiftly. he couldn't help but look at the contents of the papers.

croissant recipe. how to make a red velvet cake. how to pipe flowers on cupcakes.

ah... this girl is from the baking club.

"thank you, [name]-senpai!" the girl blushed as she took the papers from his hands.

"don't mention it," [name] remarked and started walking towards the exit.

"wait-!" she gasped, wanting to say more to the male but he was already outside the door.

he walked a few blocks before turning the corner to his bus station but to his demise, he saw his bus leaving as soon as he turned the corner. not only that but it started to rain... heavily.

"what a shitty day," [name] grumbled as he stood at his bus station, waiting for the next bus to arrive in the cold rain.

after a couple of minutes, he decided to sit down on the floor, tired from standing still for 15 minutes. he didn't care anymore, he was already soaking wet from head to toe so it was not like sitting on the wet floor would make a difference.

[name] zoned out again as he continued to wait. he didn't realize the rain stop attacking his body until he looked up and saw a male wearing the same uniform as him, with his bed head sticking out from all directions.

"you're [last name] [name]," the rooster head said as he held out his umbrella for the both of them.

"yeah? and what's it to you?" came his reply as he continued to sit on the ground.

"tsk tsk tsk no need to be hostile, [last name]," the other boy chided as he wore a smile on his face despite [name]'s rude reply.

"and who are you?"

"kuroo tetsurō."

"the volleyball captain?"

"oh? so you have heard of me."

"all bad things."

"nobody likes a liar, [last name]."

[name] just rolled his eyes and ignored the boy.

"i've heard a lot about you too," kuroo said eyeing the boy.

"what do you want?"

"just to talk. i know you don't hang around a lot of people. kenma told me, he's in your class."

"so what? I'm a pity case? i don't need friends."

"everybody needs friends, [last name]. and it's not a pity case, I actually find you quite intriguing."

"and? why is that?"

"you're so popular yet nobody knows who you really are. you haven't joined any clubs yet and you're at the top of your year."

"are you stalking me?"

"nope. word travels fast in nekoma."

"what do you want?" [name] finds himself asking this question again.

"you should join the volleyball team."

"not a chance," kuroo frowned a little at his response.

"why not?"

"are you kidding me? it's July. it would be too late to join any sort of club."

"it's never too late."

"I don't know a single thing about volleyball."

"so? we'll teach you. you're pretty smart, you'll catch on quick."

"no."

"why not?"

God, [name] hated why notters.

"why do you want me to join so bad?"

"kenma is observant. you guys are in the same year and pe class. he tells me you're smart and quick with your strategies. finding out people's weakness in a matter of seconds and working around it."

"is that all you want me for? didn't you say your friend is observant? I think you guys are fine without me."

"I know who you really are. who you were."

"what the hell is that suppose to mean?" [name] snapped, standing up.

"you went to ushimi middle school and played as their wing spiker. you were a volleyball player."

"so you are a stalker."

"no, I'm just really good friends with that airhead wing spiker that played during your second year."

[name] only knew one airhead wing spiker during his middle school days, bokuto kōtarō.

"I don't play anymore."

"why n-"

"if you say why not one more time I'm going to punch you in the face."

kuroo bit back a smirk, knowing he irked the male.

"consider my invitation," kuroo said as [name]'s bus finally arrived.

he didn't say a word to kuroo and got on his bus, not sparing the volleyball captain a glance.

"you're late," [name]'s younger sister, [last name] kazuha, pointed out as she saw her older brother approaching her elementary school.

"yeah I know, I'm sorry," the older one out of the two replied as he took his sister's froggy umbrella and held it for the both of them, his other hand holding onto his sister's.

"what happened?" kazuha looked up at him with her adorably big [eye colour] eyes.

"hmm... don't worry about it. just tell me about your day while we walk home," he offered a small smile to kazuha as she brightened up and told her older brother all the exciting things she learned.

"go upstairs and do your homework but don't be too loud okay? mommy's resting," [name] whispered and put his finger in front of his mouth in a hush symbol.

"okay! I will be quiet for mommy," she whispered and copied his hush motion as well.

kazuha quietly ran up the stairs while [name] dropped his bag on the floor with a loud sigh and loosened his school tie.

[name] went up to his room as well and took a shower, changing into some nice warm and dry clothes.

he went over to his mother's room where she was still soundly asleep. he walked over to her window and pulled the curtains to let light through. it wasn't much light but enough to make the once pitch-black room have some sight.

he heard a groan and turned toward his mother.

"oh, sweetie. you're back from school?" the woman smiled at her child weakly.

"yeah, it's raining cats and dogs out there," he commented.

"sounds like a good day to stay in bed."

[name] didn't mention how she always stayed in bed for the past few years.

he walked towards her and sat on the edge of her bed, grabbing something from the nightstand.

"mother, I'm going to have to take a look at your arm."

"no," came her cheeky reply.

"mother," [name] said sternly as he prepared the thing in his hands.

"fine..." she muttered and gave her son her arm.

it was silent when [name] gave his mother her medicine.

she sometimes felt guilty about how [name] had to take care of her and little kazuha when he should be going out and hanging out with friends at his age.

"how was your day, [name]?"

"same old routine. I got drenched by the rain though."

"what did I tell you about being prepared for the weather, [name]?" she scolded her son lightly.

"sorry I was in a rush."

I was getting groceries before school.

"you can get sick, [name]!"

not as sick as you, he said in his head.

"it's okay, mother. a guy... offered me his umbrella."

"oh really? that's nice of him," she smiled.

"he offered me to join our school's volleyball club..."

"that's wonderful! you haven't played in so long."

"I didn't say I was going to join."

his mother frowned.

"but you loved volleyball..."

"you know I stopped playing after he left."

"that shouldn't stop you from playing it. volleyball used to be your passion."

his mother, ayaka, was sad to hear her son did not want to join his high school's volleyball club. when he was younger he wasn't passionate or enthusiastic about many things except volleyball.

she was happy when her son found something he finally loved but after some stuff happened, he swore to never play volleyball again.

"get some rest while I make dinner, I'll wake you up when it's finished," [name] said after a couple of moments of silence passed and he stood up to walk out of her room.

[name] sighed as he took some of the groceries he bought earlier that day and started cooking dinner. the cooking club was nice enough to lend over some free space in their fridge for the boy to put his groceries in.

even though he didn't have friends at school, he was on good terms with most people and is highly respected.

he was really tired when he finished cooking dinner. waking up early, going grocery shopping, attending school, taking care of his kid sister and sick mother, providing dinner, and having to do a closing shift at the Cafe he worked at was too much for a 17-year-old boy.

sometimes [name] wished he could have a different life.

he loves his sister and mother dearly but sometimes he wishes he can be like normal teenage boys his age.

before he delve deeper into self-pity he cursed himself for his selfish thoughts.

no, not today.

he wasn't going to make his day worse by going into his life crisis.

he made a plate for two.

he brought a plate to his mother who thanked him with sad eyes and left the other plate on the dining table.

he opened his sister's bedroom door, where she was sitting in her little makeshift fort.

"dinner is ready downstairs once you're done," he said to kazuha who smiled and thank him.

he went back downstairs and got ready to go to work. this time bringing an umbrella.

even though he was exhausted from a long day, he was ready to work a long night shift with his annoying coworker to provide for his family whom he cares for so much.

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