KARASUNO
AOBA JOHSAI
NEKOMA
FUKURODANI
SHIRATORIZAWA
OTHERS

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Not today Justin
i don't do bad sauce passes
almost home
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Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap

izzy's playlists!
noise dept.
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@gemswrites
KARASUNO
AOBA JOHSAI
NEKOMA
FUKURODANI
SHIRATORIZAWA
OTHERS
—NSFW Alphabet with Bokuto Koutarou
note: lmao me and @parttime-simp were talking about this while playing something and someone kept trying to get our attention but we were too invested in bokuto’s thighs
In the Middle | Masterlist
Summary: Y/N and Atsumu have been best friends since they were kids, and it has always been just that- friends. However, when a new and promising rookie sways both their hearts, they may realize deep rooted affections that could change their very own definition of love.
Pairing: Miya Atsumu x fem!reader x Sakusa Kiyoomi {Poly! AU}
Genres: Timeskip!Haikyuu, College!AU, crack, humor, fluff, jealousy and angst, childhood friends to lovers, teammates to lovers, Poly!AU
Warnings: crude language, NSFW language and content probably
A/N: umm this is my first ever SMAU and idrk what i’m doing but since no one has made a sakuatsu x reader one yet (from what I’ve seen at least) I figured I’m gonna make my 2am thoughts a reality.
Status: ongoing
Start date: 1/1/2021
Taglist: open! Send an ask if you would like to be added!
Masterlist
⊱ playlist ⊰
⊱ BI(tch)SEXUALS ⊰
⊱ MSBY Black Jackals + Komori ⊰
✰1: just admit ya like it
✰2: normalize friend cuddles
✰3: is she your girlfriend?
✰4: stay with us, soldier
✰5: well obama is not wrong
✰6: closeted gamer
✰7: our lil secret
✰8: his memes are better than mine
✰9: i. am. speed.
✰10: break time
Summary: Tendou lets it slip that you have a crush on Ushijima
Sorry, this isn't my best, I just wanted to get something written
Parties were not Ushijima's thing.
He wasn't much of a drinker (being unaware or not in control of his actions didn't really appeal to him all that much,) and god knows how awful it is being sober around a bunch of drunk people. And drugs were definitely out of the question.
Neither was he much of a music person. He most certainly did not dance, and the pounding of the bass in his chest was not one that he could describe as pleasant.
Not to mention this man cannot socialize for the life of him. Conversations were short - blunt - and soon enough everyone at the party was too drunk to even bother trying to speak to him anymore: too boring.
It was safe to say he was not having a good time.
It was a big highschool reunion of his year group at Shiratorizawa, and for some reason he had let Tendou convince (read: blackmail) him to come. The people who had organised it put money together to rent out a hall, and invited every single person who had been in their year.
Surprisingly a lot of people had shown up.
So he stood alone, having been abandoned by Tendou over half an hour ago, with his first cup of beer still in his hand; he wasn't fond of the metallic taste.
He had honestly been considering leaving in that moment, until he made eye contact with you.
You caught his eye from across the room, your outfit eyecatching, and your dazzling appearance even more noticeable. Your eyes met his, and you smiled, giving him a wave as you begun to make your way towards him, weaving between drunk swaying bodies.
Once beside him, you spoke, your voice as smooth as he remembered,
"Hey Ushijima! Enjoying yourself?" You asked casually, leaning yourself against the wall he was stood by, your eyes locked with his own, as if reading every bit of him. It was almost like a jibe, as if you already knew he'd rather be anywhere else,
"No, not really," he said honestly, olive eyes boring into your own, his gaze as intense as it always had been. You gave a sympathetic look, fixing your hair nonchalantly,
"Ahh, parties not your style? I can't say I imagined them to be," you said, offering a kind smile, "I watched your game on Saturday. You're just as good as you always were," you changed the subject, easing him into a topic more interesting for him, and he was thankful.
In all honesty, he felt bad for never keeping in contact with you. It was no secret that his grades were abysmal back in school, but you managed to keep him afloat, allowing him to even graduate. Every once in a while you would drop a message asking how he was, but he never found the time to reply.
He wondered if you disliked him for it.
"Thank you. Oikawa's sets are really easy to spike," he said, and you nodded. You seemed to be genuinely interested in what he had to say, and it was a nice change to every other person leaving when they realised he wasn't drunk enough.
You seemed to be just as sober as he was.
"He's truly talented," you agreed, stirring your own drink with your straw, looking down from his intense gaze, "But still, you're pretty amazing yourself, I'd say,"
And there was silence between the two of you.
You were glad for the loudness of the music, and the shrill screams of some girls you used to go to school with, as if the room were any quieter, you were sure Ushijima would be able to hear your heart pounding in your chest.
The quiet only lasted a beat, before (surprisingly) Ushijima broke it,
"How have you been?"
You looked up at him, slightly taken aback,
"Me?" you asked. He nodded, not breaking eye contact for a second, "Oh. Well I'm fine. Nothing much new, I'm finishing up Uni next year and I-"
"Woooo would you look at that!" The familar voice of Tendou interrupted you, and Ushijima sent him a fierce look, which shocked you, but you didn't have time to dwell on it, because Tendou had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, "If it isn't [Surname]! Fancy seeing you here," he joked.
You glanced at him, nose wrinkling at the smell of alcohol on him; he was clearly plastered,
"[Surname] went to our school, Satori," Ushijima reminded him, and Tendou let out a belly laugh, his arm, which had slipped up from your shoulders to around your neck, squeezing you tighter,
"Of course I know that Ushiwaka, I'm messing with ya!" he said, before turning his attention to you, "You're looking good, [Surname]. Did you change your hair?"
"Tendou you saw me in the Konbini, like, a month ago, I haven't changed since then," you said, pushing him off of you, and offering a grimace, "Although I can't quite say I was looking my best,"
He laughed again, and Ushijima watched on silently. It was like he wasn't even there again. He watched you laugh at Tendou's antics, how the corners of your eyes creased, and how you covered your mouth with your hand.
He wanted to see you laugh becuase of him like that.
After a few moments, thinking whatever interaction he was having with you was prematurely over, he was ready to slip away and head home once again, until Tendou caught his attention
"So do you still have that massive crush on Miracle Boy?" the red head blurted out, rather loudly might I add, and immediately you froze up, staring at him like he had just killed someone. Ushijima's ears perked, finally engaging in the actual words shared between the two of you,
"Tendou," you hissed out, grabbing him by the neck, "time and a place!" you shouted, knocking the back of his head, then turning your head to Ushijima, who's eyes were trained on you, "Forget you heard anything!"
"Was he talking about me?
"No!"
"Yes,"
"Tendou, shut up," you hissed out, putting the man in a headlock, beginning to drag him away, "Sorry Ushijima-san! I'll catch you another time! Thanks for chatting with me!" you called to him, scrambling off before you could be embarrassed further.
Despite the humour of it all, Ushijima felt himself genuinely smile slightly: perhaps parties weren't all that bad.
Ushijima finding out reader likes him it night be Like Tendou spills it up or smt
Hiya nonnie!!
Sorry, this isnt my best work, but I hope you can enjoy it all the same (*˘︶˘*).。*♡
Summary: Tendou lets it slip that you have a crush on Ushijima
Sorry, this isn't my best, I just wanted to get something written
Parties were not Ushijima's thing.
He wasn't much of a drinker (being unaware or not in control of his actions didn't really appeal to him all that much,) and god knows how awful it is being sober around a bunch of drunk people. And drugs were definitely out of the question.
Neither was he much of a music person. He most certainly did not dance, and the pounding of the bass in his chest was not one that he could describe as pleasant.
Not to mention this man cannot socialize for the life of him. Conversations were short - blunt - and soon enough everyone at the party was too drunk to even bother trying to speak to him anymore: too boring.
It was safe to say he was not having a good time.
It was a big highschool reunion of his year group at Shiratorizawa, and for some reason he had let Tendou convince (read: blackmail) him to come. The people who had organised it put money together to rent out a hall, and invited every single person who had been in their year.
Surprisingly a lot of people had shown up.
So he stood alone, having been abandoned by Tendou over half an hour ago, with his first cup of beer still in his hand; he wasn't fond of the metallic taste.
He had honestly been considering leaving in that moment, until he made eye contact with you.
You caught his eye from across the room, your outfit eyecatching, and your dazzling appearance even more noticeable. Your eyes met his, and you smiled, giving him a wave as you begun to make your way towards him, weaving between drunk swaying bodies.
Once beside him, you spoke, your voice as smooth as he remembered,
"Hey Ushijima! Enjoying yourself?" You asked casually, leaning yourself against the wall he was stood by, your eyes locked with his own, as if reading every bit of him. It was almost like a jibe, as if you already knew he'd rather be anywhere else,
"No, not really," he said honestly, olive eyes boring into your own, his gaze as intense as it always had been. You gave a sympathetic look, fixing your hair nonchalantly,
"Ahh, parties not your style? I can't say I imagined them to be," you said, offering a kind smile, "I watched your game on Saturday. You're just as good as you always were," you changed the subject, easing him into a topic more interesting for him, and he was thankful.
In all honesty, he felt bad for never keeping in contact with you. It was no secret that his grades were abysmal back in school, but you managed to keep him afloat, allowing him to even graduate. Every once in a while you would drop a message asking how he was, but he never found the time to reply.
He wondered if you disliked him for it.
"Thank you. Oikawa's sets are really easy to spike," he said, and you nodded. You seemed to be genuinely interested in what he had to say, and it was a nice change to every other person leaving when they realised he wasn't drunk enough.
You seemed to be just as sober as he was.
"He's truly talented," you agreed, stirring your own drink with your straw, looking down from his intense gaze, "But still, you're pretty amazing yourself, I'd say,"
And there was silence between the two of you.
You were glad for the loudness of the music, and the shrill screams of some girls you used to go to school with, as if the room were any quieter, you were sure Ushijima would be able to hear your heart pounding in your chest.
The quiet only lasted a beat, before (surprisingly) Ushijima broke it,
"How have you been?"
You looked up at him, slightly taken aback,
"Me?" you asked. He nodded, not breaking eye contact for a second, "Oh. Well I'm fine. Nothing much new, I'm finishing up Uni next year and I-"
"Woooo would you look at that!" The familar voice of Tendou interrupted you, and Ushijima sent him a fierce look, which shocked you, but you didn't have time to dwell on it, because Tendou had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, "If it isn't [Surname]! Fancy seeing you here," he joked.
You glanced at him, nose wrinkling at the smell of alcohol on him; he was clearly plastered,
"[Surname] went to our school, Satori," Ushijima reminded him, and Tendou let out a belly laugh, his arm, which had slipped up from your shoulders to around your neck, squeezing you tighter,
"Of course I know that Ushiwaka, I'm messing with ya!" he said, before turning his attention to you, "You're looking good, [Surname]. Did you change your hair?"
"Tendou you saw me in the Konbini, like, a month ago, I haven't changed since then," you said, pushing him off of you, and offering a grimace, "Although I can't quite say I was looking my best,"
He laughed again, and Ushijima watched on silently. It was like he wasn't even there again. He watched you laugh at Tendou's antics, how the corners of your eyes creased, and how you covered your mouth with your hand.
He wanted to see you laugh becuase of him like that.
After a few moments, thinking whatever interaction he was having with you was prematurely over, he was ready to slip away and head home once again, until Tendou caught his attention
"So do you still have that massive crush on Miracle Boy?" the red head blurted out, rather loudly might I add, and immediately you froze up, staring at him like he had just killed someone. Ushijima's ears perked, finally engaging in the actual words shared between the two of you,
"Tendou," you hissed out, grabbing him by the neck, "time and a place!" you shouted, knocking the back of his head, then turning your head to Ushijima, who's eyes were trained on you, "Forget you heard anything!"
"Was he talking about me?
"No!"
"Yes,"
"Tendou, shut up," you hissed out, putting the man in a headlock, beginning to drag him away, "Sorry Ushijima-san! I'll catch you another time! Thanks for chatting with me!" you called to him, scrambling off before you could be embarrassed further.
Despite the humour of it all, Ushijima felt himself genuinely smile slightly: perhaps parties weren't all that bad.
red jellybeans are SUPERIOR
quite like the clear ones if im honest
jellybeans
and i repeat:
jelly
fucking
beans
im SAD because i get NO interaction
Oikawa and Bokuto with a shy s/o
Summary: Some headcannons for how Oikawa and Bokuto would be with a read who is shy when it comes to affection
Oikawa Tooru
Its no secret that Oikawa is a hit with the ladies
Boys got fangirls (and probably fanboys too) for days, I mean, who can blame them?
So it's safe to say that he has become pretty familiar with the type of people so shameless that they can throw themselves at him, and he's got quite good at flirting.
He knows all the things to say to make people weak at the knees, and his natural charm certainly helps.
But you're different from his shameless fans.
You love him leaps and bounds more than any of them, however you're so, so, easily flustered.
All it takes is a soft kiss and a few flirty or suggestive words and your face becomes heated and you're avoiding eye contact, much preferring to look at the floor.
And you best know that Oikawa lives for it. Just seeing you getting so worked up and shy because of his affection is so pleasing to him (we all know he's a little closet sadist anyway)
So he makes it a habit to get you flustered, wherever and whenever he can.
He loves knowing that you're just so innocent and pure, and that he can illicit such intense reaction from you with just a few words
Oikawa's training was running late, but you were happy to sit on the sidelines and watch him and his team practice their serves, totally focussed on the way the ball wizzed over the net onto the otherside of the court.
It was obvious to you that your boyfriend was extremely talented. Not just that, but he had put a lot of work into his crazy serves, and you were sure if you touched the ball your arms would fly off.
He glanced over to you after every serve, your admiration one of the biggest confidence boosters he could think of. And without fail, you met his gaze with a small shy smile, even putting a thumbs up once and a while, when you felt particularly brave.
When his practice was finally over, he beelined straight for you, sitting down beside you on the bench and taking a large gulp of water.
You admired him. Your eyes took him in, all of his glory. Noticing the sweat dripping from his brow, you scrunched your nose up,
"Ew, Tooru, you're so sweaty," you joked, pushing him away from you with one hand, and pinching your nose with your other hand.
He pouted in response, knocking your hand from his shoulder with the back of his hand,
"You're mean [Name]-chan~. Can't I just show my lovely and supportive girlfriend some love?" he whined, wiping away the sweat from his forehead with the towel draped over his shoulders, "But I guess you're sort of cute, so I'll let you off,"
He couldn't help but smirk at the small squeak that passed your lips, as your eyes darted to the floor,
"Sh-shut up, Bakawa"
He laughed at your pout, wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing you in closer to him, wiping his sweat on your cheek,
"Awh, don't get all shy on me now," he teased, and you groaned, trying to hide how flustered you were becoming by trying, and failing, to push his head off of you,
"You're so gross, go take a shower,"
Bokuto Kotaro
It is in my strong belief that Bokuto is an extremely affectionate s/o.
So he gets you flustered in a way that's different to Oikawa.
Bokuto isn't afraid to express his undying love for you in front of his team, or to lift you up by your waist and take your lips in a passionate kiss in the middle of the street.
He's proud to love you, so what?
But, he'll admit, he does also love the way you get so shy about it.
Still, he doesn't actively seek out that reaction, that's just how he is!
Sometimes he gets worried that you act that way because you're embarrassed to be seen with him, and can go into his emo mode. But it's nothing that can't be solved with genuine comfort from you, and a shy kiss on the cheek.
Overall, he appreciates your shyness, because he convinces himself it's because of your overwhelming love for him (which may or may not be the case)
Your chemistry exam had been hard.
Despite spending hours preparing, you had still been stumped within the first few questions, and left your classroom in a sour mood, wanting nothing more to just go home, eat food and sleep. It would be impossible to avoid the supplementary exams you would consequentially have to face due to your poor performance, but you'd be glad to forget, if only for a night.
What you weren't expecting, was to be wrapped up in the strong arms of your boyfriend, the moment you stepped out of the classroom.
Bokuto pulled you close to him, his arms around your waist, as he lifted you off of the floor and nuzzled his head into your neck,
"Hey [Name]! How did your test go?"
The heat was already crawling up your neck, and you avoided eye contact with him, feeling the questioning gazes of your fellow chemistry test victims, who had left the classroom after you,
"Not too good," You muttered, putting your hands on his chest to create some distance between the two of you. He frowned at your response,
"Hey hey hey, I'm sure you did fine!" He offered with a kiss to your temple, and by that point your face was on fire, and you looked down at the floor, kicking at the tiles,
"Bo... there are people," You mumbled, trying to step back.
This upset him. A lot more than it should have.
He stepped away from you, letting you slip from his arms, his face presenting the most heartbreaking pout that a person could pull as he turned from you.
You quickly realised that your words had sent him into an emo mode,
"[Name], you must be so embarrassed to be with me, is that why you always push me away?" he mumbled, and it didn't stop there.
You knew Bokuto, and you knew that this little issue would not resolve itself, unless you stepped in.
You placed a hand on his shoulder catching his attention,
"No, Ko of course not. I love you, a lot. You know that." you say gentley, pressing a shy kiss to his cheek.
Immediately, he brightens up, hugging you close to him once again, rocking you from side to side with your face smushed against his chest,
"You're too cute [Name]!"
His affections were just something you would have to get to used to, it seemed.
Im happy i found your blog, i've really liked your writing so far😳💙 could i request hcs of oikawa and bokuto with a reader who gets flustered easily and gets all blushy and shy with affection? if not you can easily delete this! thank you🥺💞
heya nonnie!
thank you so much for your kind words!!
i hope this is a good enough attempt at your request!
smooches
gem🥰
Oikawa and Bokuto with a shy s/o
Summary: Some headcannons for how Oikawa and Bokuto would be with a read who is shy when it comes to affection
Oikawa Tooru
Its no secret that Oikawa is a hit with the ladies
Boys got fangirls (and probably fanboys too) for days, I mean, who can blame them?
So it's safe to say that he has become pretty familiar with the type of people so shameless that they can throw themselves at him, and he's got quite good at flirting.
He knows all the things to say to make people weak at the knees, and his natural charm certainly helps.
But you're different from his shameless fans.
You love him leaps and bounds more than any of them, however you're so, so, easily flustered.
All it takes is a soft kiss and a few flirty or suggestive words and your face becomes heated and you're avoiding eye contact, much preferring to look at the floor.
And you best know that Oikawa lives for it. Just seeing you getting so worked up and shy because of his affection is so pleasing to him (we all know he's a little closet sadist anyway)
So he makes it a habit to get you flustered, wherever and whenever he can.
He loves knowing that you're just so innocent and pure, and that he can illicit such intense reaction from you with just a few words
Oikawa's training was running late, but you were happy to sit on the sidelines and watch him and his team practice their serves, totally focussed on the way the ball wizzed over the net onto the otherside of the court.
It was obvious to you that your boyfriend was extremely talented. Not just that, but he had put a lot of work into his crazy serves, and you were sure if you touched the ball your arms would fly off.
He glanced over to you after every serve, your admiration one of the biggest confidence boosters he could think of. And without fail, you met his gaze with a small shy smile, even putting a thumbs up once and a while, when you felt particularly brave.
When his practice was finally over, he beelined straight for you, sitting down beside you on the bench and taking a large gulp of water.
You admired him. Your eyes took him in, all of his glory. Noticing the sweat dripping from his brow, you scrunched your nose up,
"Ew, Tooru, you're so sweaty," you joked, pushing him away from you with one hand, and pinching your nose with your other hand.
He pouted in response, knocking your hand from his shoulder with the back of his hand,
"You're mean [Name]-chan~. Can't I just show my lovely and supportive girlfriend some love?" he whined, wiping away the sweat from his forehead with the towel draped over his shoulders, "But I guess you're sort of cute, so I'll let you off,"
He couldn't help but smirk at the small squeak that passed your lips, as your eyes darted to the floor,
"Sh-shut up, Bakawa"
He laughed at your pout, wrapping his arm around your waist and bringing you in closer to him, wiping his sweat on your cheek,
"Awh, don't get all shy on me now," he teased, and you groaned, trying to hide how flustered you were becoming by trying, and failing, to push his head off of you,
"You're so gross, go take a shower,"
Bokuto Kotaro
It is in my strong belief that Bokuto is an extremely affectionate s/o.
So he gets you flustered in a way that's different to Oikawa.
Bokuto isn't afraid to express his undying love for you in front of his team, or to lift you up by your waist and take your lips in a passionate kiss in the middle of the street.
He's proud to love you, so what?
But, he'll admit, he does also love the way you get so shy about it.
Still, he doesn't actively seek out that reaction, that's just how he is!
Sometimes he gets worried that you act that way because you're embarrassed to be seen with him, and can go into his emo mode. But it's nothing that can't be solved with genuine comfort from you, and a shy kiss on the cheek.
Overall, he appreciates your shyness, because he convinces himself it's because of your overwhelming love for him (which may or may not be the case)
Your chemistry exam had been hard.
Despite spending hours preparing, you had still been stumped within the first few questions, and left your classroom in a sour mood, wanting nothing more to just go home, eat food and sleep. It would be impossible to avoid the supplementary exams you would consequentially have to face due to your poor performance, but you'd be glad to forget, if only for a night.
What you weren't expecting, was to be wrapped up in the strong arms of your boyfriend, the moment you stepped out of the classroom.
Bokuto pulled you close to him, his arms around your waist, as he lifted you off of the floor and nuzzled his head into your neck,
"Hey [Name]! How did your test go?"
The heat was already crawling up your neck, and you avoided eye contact with him, feeling the questioning gazes of your fellow chemistry test victims, who had left the classroom after you,
"Not too good," You muttered, putting your hands on his chest to create some distance between the two of you. He frowned at your response,
"Hey hey hey, I'm sure you did fine!" He offered with a kiss to your temple, and by that point your face was on fire, and you looked down at the floor, kicking at the tiles,
"Bo... there are people," You mumbled, trying to step back.
This upset him. A lot more than it should have.
He stepped away from you, letting you slip from his arms, his face presenting the most heartbreaking pout that a person could pull as he turned from you.
You quickly realised that your words had sent him into an emo mode,
"[Name], you must be so embarrassed to be with me, is that why you always push me away?" he mumbled, and it didn't stop there.
You knew Bokuto, and you knew that this little issue would not resolve itself, unless you stepped in.
You placed a hand on his shoulder catching his attention,
"No, Ko of course not. I love you, a lot. You know that." you say gentley, pressing a shy kiss to his cheek.
Immediately, he brightens up, hugging you close to him once again, rocking you from side to side with your face smushed against his chest,
"You're too cute [Name]!"
His affections were just something you would have to get to used to, it seemed.
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Hey hey hey!!
I'm a new Haikyuu writer on the block and I'd realllllyyyyy appreciate any requests for some inspiration!
Hmu please I neeeeeed ideas
Kisses!
Gems🥰
hiiiii, i already love your blog 😽 also i loved your writing too 🥺🥺 welcome and here 🌹 a rose for you !!! :D
Thank you sunshine!!
I LOVE my rose, thank you very much, I’ll cherish it forever :) 🌹
Big BIG thank you for the weclome, you’re the sweetest!
Kisses MWAH
can i request some kenma x reader fluff? 🥺 maybe one of them just wants hugs or affection and the other is busy but ends up leaving whatever they’re doing to spend time with them?
Thank you for my first request and the support, I enjoyed writing it!
You can find it here, lovely!
Smooches!
Gems xx
Kenma wanting attention
Summary: Reader is busy and Kenma craves their attention
Kenma had been playing video games for a while.
On normal circumstances, there wouldn’t anything else worth his time to do, but when his reasoning for playing was to distract himself from your absence to how busy you were, and how little attention you were able to spare him, the usual good feeling that came with his Switch just wasn’t there.
A small puff of air passed his lips as he flicked the console off, flopping down onto your bed with a small frown gracing the features you would always compliment, telling him how pretty he was.
You were usually an extremely attentive and affectionate partner, he knew that. It wasn’t like this was a normal occurrence, and it certainly was not the case that you often left him feeling neglected. In fact, he thought you were the needy one; you always doted on him, cuddling him and showering him with attention.
Was he so used to your company that you being busy left him feeling so utterly lonely? He thought that he found your affections borderline smothering; when did he become so reliant? Why was he upset by the fact you were busy?
(You had come home from your job (which he had told you many times that you didn’t need because he could pay for everything) with some left over paperwork to do. That was fine, it really was, but he distinctly remembers you telling him it wouldn’t take you long, which it most definitely was)
He doesn’t remember when he became so needy.
He closed his eyes, allowing thoughts of you to fill his mind. Thoughts of you holding him close, your delicious, velvety scent swathing him like a spell, just your sweet smell enough to make him fall in love with you all over again. The way your soft lips spoke beautiful words to him, filling his heart with all the love you have for him, and how your warm breath on his neck reminded him that you were so alive and you were right there next to him.
But oh - god forbid he forgets - your eyes. They held all the words that would go unspoken: words of kindness and sentiment, so strong. They looked at him holding all of the care and admiration humanly possible: innocent, unadulterated love for him. They glimmered with all the virtues of the stars in the sky: simply bewitching.
He sighed, sitting up and stretching his shoulders; his body ached with a dull throb of need to be held by you.
He couldn’t just wait anymore.
His bare feet padded quietly on the hard wood of your shared apartment, his legs carried him to the study, where you currently sat on the other side of a closed door, diligently working on whatever evil work was keeping you so late.
If it hadn’t been completely silent in the room (save for the scratching of your pen on paper, and the occasional rustling of you turning a page), you wouldn’t have heard the gentle knock on your door, coming from your partner on the other side
Your lips turned up in a smile: so gentle like the man himself,
“Yeah Ken?” you called out to him, not taking your focus off of the paper in front of you for a second. The only thing you could think off was finishing your work so you could finally curl up in bed and let sleep swallow you whole.
He quietly opened the door, stepping in ever so slightly, but not close enough to enter your bubble of concentrations, the beautiful eyes he loved so much not even lifting to spare him a glance.
He wasn’t sure why he took it to heart, but it hurt,
“Are you almost done?” he asked, watching your hunched figure scribbling down numbers and god-knows what else. You threw him a look over your shoulder, catching his rich, golden eyes in the smallest of stares,
“Um, almost?” you spoke, more as a question, telling him what he needed to know - you were no where near done. He sighed,
“Oh, okay. Do you need anything?” He responded. His voice was coloured with dejection and his face was sour, but he hadn’t expected you to pick up on it; above all he was good at hiding his emotions. And yet you finally spun around in your chair, facing him with a look of concern at his tone. Your eyes scanned his face, taking in the man you fell in love with.
You knew him too well,
“Is everything okay?” you asked, tilting your head to the side. Your gaze was intense and he almost had to look away, and he would’ve if he wasn’t desperately revelling in the fraction of attention you had to spare him, “What’s wrong?”
You were busy, he didn’t want to disturb you, but he also couldn’t lie. So, ever so shyly, his cheeks flushed,
“You’ve been working for a while, I miss your company,” he said.
You were taken aback.
Kenma, the one who pushed your head away when you’re giving him too much attention, Kenma, the one who complains and whinges when you cling to him too much, misses your company?
The noise that passed your lips was unintelligible (some sort of happiness noise, he presumed.) You jumped up out of your spinney chair and bounded up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his head flush against chest, rocking him back and forth and once again enveloping him in your honeyed smell,
“Awwwh Pudding! So you do love me after all?” you cooed, running your hand through his soft hair, still rocking him happily. He would’ve smiled, if he could,
“I can’t breath [Name],” he said simply, making you giggle as you let him escape from your embrace, admiring the small smile that graced his features,
“Sorry Ken!” You chirped, cradling his face in your palms, placing a small kiss to the tip of his nose, “I just can’t help it!”
“It’s okay,” He said softly, just content with the attention you were showing him, happy things were back to normal, even if for a moment. You beamed at him, your happiness radiating off of you like ray of sun,
“You-” a kiss on the nose, “are-” a kiss on the forehead, “just-” a kiss on the left cheek, “so-” a kiss on the right cheek, “cute!” You finished with a tender kiss on his lips, longer than the others. He couldn’t even find it in himself to complain like he usually did: this was what he wanted anyway,
“I love you [Name]” He said softly after you pulled away, his golden eyes staring lovingly into your own, a small smile playing on his lips. You smiled even wider, running your hands down his shoulders and arms to slip your hands into his pretty setter ones. His thumbs immediately drew small, soothing shapes on the backs of your hands as soon as you held onto him firmly. It was his own love language,
“I love you more, Kenma,” You said cheekily with a grin. But it soon fell, regarding him with slight guilt, “I’m sorry I made you feel lonely,” You apologised quietly, and although he knew you really shouldn’t need to apologise, the absolute sincerity in your voice made him feel like it would be an insult not to accept it. He squeezed your hands,
“It’s okay, you don’t need to apologise, you’re busy.”
“Hmm yeah, I am,” You said thoughtfully, eyes glossing with thought for a moment, before snapping back with a smile, “But my work can wait! How about we make some apple pie to make up for poor baby’s lack of attention today?” You teased, pinching his cheek and pulling at it.
He swotted your hand away in annoyance (there was the Kenma you knew) but it didn’t stop his eyes lighting up at the prospect of his favourite food, and you knew he couldn’t resist.
And so you dragged him to the kitchen, hands still linked, and the two of you spent the rest of the evening attempting (very poorly) to make apple pie, a night filled with loving touches and doting that was, for once, not pushed away.
Bonus:
“Why do you look so tired?” Kenma questioned the next morning, and you rolled your eyes,
“Gee, thanks for the confidence boost, Ken,” You responded sarcastically, avoiding the question, poking at your breakfast with your fork. He frowned,
“Don’t dodge the question,” He commanded, staring with a sharp cat-like gaze that made you trip over your words,
“W-w-w-well I wanted to finish my work! So that I’d have all of today to spend with you,” you answered, quieter than usual, and this time it was his turn to coo,
“You’re just so cute,” he replied, mocking your words from the night before with a flick of your forehead, “And stupid.”
“H-Hey!”
“We’re napping today, you need to sleep,”
AN: I hope you enjoyed, I really enjoyed writing, even though I think I sort of screwed up his character lol! Let me know if there are any mistakes :)