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Master list

Kenma Kozume

Walkie-Talkie Trapped

- Chapter 1 -Chapter 2 -Chapter 3

One shots

Shades of Love

Reposts

Wedding

Kitty Cat CM

A Business Man

Ushijima Wakatoshi

The Amazing Miss Staircase (coming soon)

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4.

One shots

Love Set Spike

Kageyama Tobio

One shots

Overhead

Tsukkishima Kei

One Shots

Salty

Rintarō Suna

One shot

Crooked Love

[kenmakore]

the way you write is so CUTEE and esp the way you wrote kageyama he's so cute AJDES can I request kageyama having a crush on his classmate because she's nice to him and is always patient in helping with his homework. Poor boy doesn't know how to handle it but he's got his feelings written all over his face esp after she joins to be a manager that the rest of the club could see and so they end up playing wingman for him in their own chaotic ways (they're doing their best) 🥹🥹

Benchmarks

Ugh he’s adorable. I apologize for the delay I have been dealing with dumb ahh men to the point of exhaustion.

Kageyama who manages to be seatmates with the sweetest girl on planet earth. She always brings tissues, just in case. She takes notes and is the forest to offer them when he’s behind.

Kageyama who ‘forgot’ he had a test and had you explain the concept just so he can stare at your face without being creepy (which he does anyway).

Kageyama who, when you help him cheat during an English test, kept giving you things to ‘pay it back’ for two whole weeks and by the end you had to take him by the shoulders and plead with him to stop.

Kageyama who always ‘forgets’ to bring a pencil and asks you one, without fail, every morning.

Kageyama who genuinely gets giddy when you laugh and has to hide his face in his hands.

Kageyama who gets beat red when Sugawara finds out he’s head over heels by snooping through his journal. He has a page a week written about you, with cute stickers and everything.

Kageyama who genuinely can not be in the same room with out asking you for help because he doesn’t know how else to flirt with you.

Kageyama who will do everything in his willpower to get something done for you. If you even in passing say you need help moving something he will have it done in seconds.

Kageyama who walks you to classes to avoid the weird jocks, so he may as well hold you bag, and get you a snack.

Kageyama who just so happens to invite you to matches at the worst times, so the team begins to believe you to be a ghost. This goes on for months. One day you show up to practice to tutor Kageyama and the team loses their mind.

[kenmakore]

the way you write is so CUTEE and esp the way you wrote kageyama he's so cute AJDES can I request kageyama having a crush on his classmate because she's nice to him and is always patient in helping with his homework. Poor boy doesn't know how to handle it but he's got his feelings written all over his face esp after she joins to be a manager that the rest of the club could see and so they end up playing wingman for him in their own chaotic ways (they're doing their best) 🥹🥹

Benchmarks

Ugh he’s adorable. I apologize for the delay I have been dealing with dumb ahh men to the point of exhaustion.

Kageyama who manages to be seatmates with the sweetest girl on planet earth. She always brings tissues, just in case. She takes notes and is the forest to offer them when he’s behind.

Kageyama who ‘forgot’ he had a test and had you explain the concept just so he can stare at your face without being creepy (which he does anyway).

Kageyama who, when you help him cheat during an English test, kept giving you things to ‘pay it back’ for two whole weeks and by the end you had to take him by the shoulders and plead with him to stop.

Kageyama who always ‘forgets’ to bring a pencil and asks you one, without fail, every morning.

Kageyama who genuinely gets giddy when you laugh and has to hide his face in his hands.

Kageyama who gets beat red when Sugawara finds out he’s head over heels by snooping through his journal. He has a page a week written about you, with cute stickers and everything.

Kageyama who genuinely can not be in the same room with out asking you for help because he doesn’t know how else to flirt with you.

Kageyama who will do everything in his willpower to get something done for you. If you even in passing say you need help moving something he will have it done in seconds.

Kageyama who walks you to classes to avoid the weird jocks, so he may as well hold you bag, and get you a snack.

Kageyama who just so happens to invite you to matches at the worst times, so the team begins to believe you to be a ghost. This goes on for months. One day you show up to practice to tutor Kageyama and the team loses their mind.

[kenmakore]

I’m going on a mandatory school trip for the next week. I’ll be back Friday and I will craft up pt 2 to ‘favorite notification’.

[kenmakore]

He’s exactly where he wants to be

Kenma becomes obsessive and we should talk about it more.

Obsessed Kenma who when he first met you decided your face is his favorite and he would do anything it takes to see it everyday

Kenma who loves when you yell at him and put him in his place. When you yell at him he just smiles and nods. When you’re done he’s pull you into a hug and kiss your hair.

Kenma who loves when you pull him by his tie when he isn’t social enough during outings and watches you become animated when you go off.

Kenma who follows you around Ulta and ‘checks’ the quality of a lipstick by kissing you.

Kenma who makes you a cup of tea every single night and lays his head on your stomach as you play with his hair without fail.

Kenma who has a massive crush on you even after years of marriage and gets too shy to speak when he sees you dressed up so he leaves post it notes around the house for you to find.

Kenma who litterly loves paying for you. It actually makes him happy knowing you didn’t spend your own money.

Kenma who if he has a trip will kiss you goodbye and triple check you have everything you need and leave you a ‘tip’ just in case.

Kenma who loves the way you look in heels and has spent hours watching you try on heels.

Kenma who loves even more how when you complain about how your feet hurt he can pick you up and carry you home.

Kenma who follows every passing request of yours like it’s an order from a General.

“Can you take the trash out soon?”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll do that right now. Anything else?”

Kenma who would sits and watches you do your makeup for hours. It absolutely mesmerizes him and eventually he learns how to do it himself so if you’re in a rush it saves time. He ends up being really good at it.

Kenma who puts his hand on your knee and when you not there his hand still reaches out for you. He accidentally grabbed Kuroo’s knee once.

Kenma who hates when you’re too far away. He’s constantly pulling your chair closer, moving you by the hip, using an arm around the shoulder because you’re just too far away.

Kenma who loves using ‘my wife needs me’ as an excuse to leave when in actuality it’s ’I need my wife.’

[kenmakore]

My Favorite Notification

In which Kenma’s secretary accidentally signed all the little post-it note reminders with “love you” for months.

1.4k words. This was so fun writing omg.

I also need you to read this as obsessive Kenma from Dumpster Battle. When he speaks it's suppose to be in that tone. IYKWIM.

It was the luck of a thousand dandelions that landed you this job. All you really had to do was bring everyone (the five people that worked on your floor) whatever drink they wanted, write down whenever someone scheduled a meeting with your boss, let people in and out, and dress like a corporate girl boss. You got to say things like 'the boss will be right with you' and 'I can squeeze you in right around 2'.

It was amazing. You got to daydream, doomscrolling, and go on walks at your pleasure. You could sketch out runway looks, read fan fiction in an office setting, drink matcha on the companies card and unlimited PTO.

The very best part about it was getting to pretend to flirt with everyone who came in.

"The people coming in usually aren't as cute as you."

“I usually can’t but for you I’ll make that happen handsome.”

"Id ask your name but I'll never forget your smile, gorgeous."

All day, everyday, living the dream.

Unfortunately, the only person that stopped you from fulfilling your dream of the flirty secretary persona was your boss, the one and only Kenma Kozume.

Your boss who you only really ever talk to when he tells you to change dates around happened to be so absurdly gorgeous that when you did talk to him all you could possibly manage was ‘yes sir, no sir, right away sir.’ He would flash you that devastating smile and continue clacking away at his computer.

And god did he look good in a suit. The blush that creeped up your neck every single time you saw him in one should have given you're infatuation away months ago. (Un)fortunately however he never looked someone in the face longer than three seconds and was constantly on the move.

At team dinners when the few of you sat together he would stay the shortest and talk the least. He never announced his departures, just up and left. Heartbreaking, because he looked so charming in a collard shirt and slacks. Sigh.

Months moved along with the sounds of staples, coffee sips, and heels clicking along and your little crush on him bloomed into a hidden garden of sorts. It absolutely did not help when he started inspecting all the daily schedules you started leaving for him like they were blessings bestowed unto him by some sort of god.

The notes were busywork, just something to keep you out of boredom on slow days. They were also a great excuse to see him more often.

You see, recently you started writing little daily schedules for him on piece of note-pad paper and he had developed a habit of grinning at the little sticky note schedules. At first you had thought it was him being surprised at his workload. But even on less hectic days he read over your notes once, twice, three times before shoving them in his suit pocket grinning, giggling, and...blushing?

He started warming up a very little bit in the oddest ways. He'd bring you coffee a few odd times and complimented you once on a fashion choice you made. Whenever you passed him files he always looked far too deep in your eyes and thanked you. He greeted you every morning ‘good morning, smarts’ snd double checked you had every paper and number you needed. He would make sure you never had too much on your plate any given day and always told you to get off early to rest and recover from the 'terrible' people you had to see everyday.

For a month or two you let it go to make sure you were not making anything up. Surely, it was all in your head. Surely, this wasn't right.

One unassuming absolutely beautiful crisp Friday in the heart of May, everything was bright and clean and bathed in a layer of sunshine that made it impossible to be upset at anything for too long. The coffee tasted better than usual and you decided to try on an old blush shade that complimented so well you were surprised you hadn't worn it down to the bone. You had gotten a new pair of kitten heels for the spring that were a little whimsical and a little enchanting. The day smelt like honeysuckles and Wedding Silk Santal by Kayali and your pen was a little extra smooth. It was by the very definition a 'good day'.

You sat at your desk writing up the next post-it for your boss on a lovely silk blue colored paper. You finish speedily as usual and stop to admire the way a specific 'z' had turned out when you noticed on your little signature at the bottom. It was a habit. After so long in the office you had signed of everything. But what you absolutely did not expect to find in almost unintelligible handwriting was a little 'love you' right next to your name.

What. The. Actual. HELL.

You look back on all the other ones you had written through the week and sure enough, a little 'love you' was left behind on every single on right next to your name. There was no way. Had you blacked out every time you had written the schedules? Had you been coma induced? How long had this been happening. WHY had this been happening?

Well, you knew why. All your life you had made a habit of hanging up the phone, ending notes, even finishing diary entries with 'love you,'s and unfortunately you forgot to break that habit when you got a job.

You noticed this when you started. All the papers from throughout the day had been marked like that and you quickly shut that down. You had thought for good. But clearly it gad grown back like an invasive weed.

Just your luck. After landing the perfect job with the most handsome boss you imagined you would end up losing it over your ridiculous habit of ending things with a flourish.

But....

If the notes had been ended like this for.... months now... Was that why he had been so giddy when he saw them? Why he kept them? Was that why he had been a bit of a tease recently?

Than you would have already been fired right? I mean the company and its twelve employees didn't exactly have an official HR in place yet. So...

Whatever, just act like it never happened, (this never happened, why would it happen, don't be silly) and push through. You rewrote the schedule, pointedly avoiding the 'love you' this time, neatly pressing it, stacked all the files for Mr. Kenma maybe you could be Mrs Kozume after all and knocked on his office door. It was a ritual, almost instinctive at this point.

After three knocks you let yourself in and let the stack down on the corner of his desk. He grabbed the note of the top of the stack hastily read through. He froze. Fuck. Obviously he would notice. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Its fine. Be clam. Yeah, that always works.

He raised the note in his hand and waved it around a little.

"Somethings different today, smarts."

Swallow. Breath.

"It's a perfectly beautiful day out sir."

He looked at you through narrowed eyes. He let his head drop a little and huffed. A delicate smile painted his face.

"Not quite what I mean."

... Um, shit, what DO you say now.

"I don't quite know what you mean."

"The note looks a bit off today. Do you know what about it, brains?" The note was back in your hands and you pretended to read it.

"Yeah, you have a big meeting with the processing guy no one really likes?"

"Not quite. Try again."

Swallow. Breathe. Swallow. Breathe.

"You mean the bottom?"

"You've got it now. What happened?"

"It was an old habit of mine from high school. Sorry if it" how do you put it? "uncomfortable."

His chair creaked as he sat back in it behind his mahogany desk.

"Well." Oh no. Oh no. "it's too late to change now." ...what? "I don't know if I can let you stop doing it."

The silence that filled in after that was sickeningly sweet.

"I'm... sorry?"

"Well I thought you were gonna say something eventually and I do love this game of cat-and-mouse we have going on. But I do think its pass time we start talking. Sit."

The seats across his desk stared at you and you couldn't bear to actually sit down. You settled on standing at the corner go his desk.

"Don't be like that already, dear, we've barely started speaking."

All of a second later you were sat down in the chair right up against his desk. His hand reaches across the desk to take hold of yours and a shiver suns down your spine.

"When shall I pick you up for diner tonight, smarts? Will I finally be able to see the better half of your wardrobe?"

[kenmakore]

Ok Kenma’s gonna be Darcy yall. Let’s gooo!!!!

[kenmakore]

Ushijima’s Shades of Love

Ushijima who hates when you carry any thing at all. He’ll take your backpack off your back and your water right out of your hands. It does not matter how inconsistent it is.

Ushijima who will check to make sure you are well through the day and if you didn’t order food to be dropped off at your door.

Ushijima who will run any fashion decision by you first before stepping out the door.

Ushijima who genuinely yearns so bad for you when you’re not there. If you’re gonna for a long time he’ll pull you into a long hug and say “I wasn’t quite myself with you gone.”

Ushijima who hates spending money on litterly anything. Clothes, food, even new equipment. But he’d spend every last cent on you. His brain litterly turns off when it comes to spending money on you.

Ushijima who learns how to braid hair to make your night routine as quick and easy as possible.

Ushijima who sits and watches you do your makeup and is mesmerized by your lipstick. He loves when you kiss him and you leave a little stain on his lips.

Ushijima who stresses FOR you when you run late and would sell his soul to make sure you arrive on time for any event.

Ushijima who could never get upset with you even if he tried. If you leave things laying around in the most messy and inconvenient manor he would just risk and say he has to be better at cleaning up.

Ushijima who massages your back every. Single. Day. Because he can not stand you being upset. Like he would have a cup of tea ready for you and every thing.

[kenmakore]

Hockey Player Iwazumi

Seeing all this hockey Iwa crossover is my two worlds colliding. I will absolutely write a full length fic on this.

Iwazumi who plays so aggressively on ice that you were scared to talk to him.

Iwazumi who board checks that one creep you had told one of the players about hard enough to take hims out for a game or two.

Iwazumi who immediately sits you down and ties your skates (between his big meaty thighs) and teaches you step by step the second you say you don’t know how to skate.

Iwazumi who thinks about kissing you before and after every goal, and when you finally do kiss him, he says it’s 100x better than what he pictured.

Iwazumi who defends your honor anytime your name is brought up in the locker room tooth and nail.

Iwazumi who is really bad at flirting so he makes a bet with you that if he gets a hat trick you’d go out with him. He ends up scoring five points.

Iwazumi (as captain) who loves making the boys do bag skates when he catches them staring at you a little too long.

Iwazumi who sometimes plays his stick too hard into his hand just to see you patch up the scar that inevitably comes. And for you to maybe kiss it all better just for him.

Iwazumi who, before you got together, once tripped over five guys during a light toss up because he got the teenist bit distracted by you watching him.

[kenmakore]

Hockey Player Iwazumi

Seeing all this hockey Iwa crossover is my two worlds colliding. I will absolutely write a full length fic on this.

Iwazumi who plays so aggressively on ice that you were scared to talk to him.

Iwazumi who board checks that one creep you had told one of the players about hard enough to take him out for a game or two.

Iwazumi who immediately sits you down and ties your skates (between his big meaty thighs) and teaches you step by step the second you say you don’t know how to skate.

Iwazumi who thinks about kissing you before and after every goal, and when you finally do kiss him, he says it’s 100x better than what he pictured.

Iwazumi who defends your honor anytime your name is brought up in the locker room tooth and nail.

Iwazumi who is really bad at flirting so he makes a bet with you that if he gets a hat trick you’d go out with him. He ends up scoring five points.

Iwazumi (as captain) who loves making the boys do bag skates when he catches them staring at you a little too long.

Iwazumi who sometimes plays his stick too hard into his hand just to see you patch up the scar that inevitably comes. And for you to maybe kiss it all better just for him.

Iwazumi who, before you got together, once tripped over five guys during a light toss up because he got the teenist bit distracted by you watching him.

[kenmakore]

Walkie-Talkie Trapped

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3

A clip from Kenma’s stream of him talking about his crush makes rounds on the internet and the person he (did)n’t want seeing it does. Unfortunately, however, she thinks he talks about someone else entirely

Final part, let's go. I hope you like this because I have been very close to deleting this whole series twice. Inspired by the pride and prejudice theme song lowk. 

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"Tell me the truth. Who were those clips about?"

He sighs and looks down into his hands. "We both know who they were about."

She sighs like she's defeated. "So then go talk to her."

What? That's not what I mean. Does she think...?

"No, that's not what I mean."

"Well then what do you mean, Kenma?"

She says his name so pointedly it could pierce skin.

Every time she said it since the whole library scene, it had been to encourage him. To get him to go out, go for that girl. But right now she's using it as a sword and fuck him, it's working. He was so mad and in love right at that moment he couldn't figure out words to explain himself.

"I mean those clips were about you."

He hated how quietly he said it and hated even more the silence that followed them. She stands there. She gets to stand there, with those gorgeous lashes, blinking, out of breath, pissed off. She is mad. Very much so. Obviously she is. She spent months helping him only for it all to be a lie.

She hates me. I’ll never get her. I need her. She probably never wants to see me. 

"You don't get to say that." She scoffs.

“Let me explain–”

 “You’re not allowed to lie to me for months, and have me put all this work in and decide now is the time to come clean.” 

"Well, l am going to say it. I have been obsessed with you since sophomore year. Everything about you. The way you tie your hair to the way you smell. I don't care if I can't say it, I've tried and failed to act like I'm not in love with you anymore." He lets out a long breath and looks at her so incredibly tenderly. 

“I care about you. I love you. I think about you more than anything else. I'm sorry I lied to you. I didn’t want to.”

“I just… It's a lot all at once. I've helped you all these months only to find out… God, I can't even say it. This doesn't feel real.” She runs a hand through her hair and lets out a breath into the cold night air. 

His stomach is full of acid and there's a taste of salt on his tongue. The silence rings in his ears. 

He’s losing this battle. 

“What can I say to fix this? Please. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” 

He looks at her with those big eyes, almost crying. Those soft, sweet eyes that always get their way and he knows it. His hand twitches to reach out to gently tuck to hair behind her ear. 

She stiffens at the touch but softens after a few seconds and lets him. 

“You don’t have to say anything.” She puts her hand up to stop him from saying anything. “I'm sorry too… I'm not upset. I’m just embarrassed, I think.” She sighs and lessens the gap in between them just a bit. “Because, well, I’ve liked you for so long too its… Fuck, I’m crying.” 

She wipes away her tears and lets out a miniature laugh. 

Ugh, I need to kiss her right now. 

He subconsciously leans forward shortening the space between them to a single breath. He gently brushes a tear from her face as he hovers over her. 

“Please.” He lets out so quietly he's not sure he said anything at all. 

Her eyes flutter closed before nodding. Months and months of secrets fade into oblivion. Years of built up tension slow down into the single moment where his lips brush hers as smooth and soft as silk. He groans and leans into her, holding her face in his palms to get deeper, farther, more, more, more. Everything feels like lightning and crashing waves. His hands brush over her cheeks and behind her neck. She anchors herself to him by reaching into his hair. He breaks the kiss for a moment to catch their breaths. 

“This is usually the part where you ask me on a date.” She lets out that beautiful laugh that lured him in like a siren call. 

“In a minute.”

[kenmakore]

Walkie-Talkie Trapped

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3

A clip from Kenma’s stream of him talking about his crush makes rounds on the internet and the person he (did)n’t want seeing it does. Unfortunately, however, she thinks he talks about someone else entirely

Final part, let's go. I hope you like this because I have been very close to deleting this whole series twice. Inspired by the pride and prejudice theme song lowk. 

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"Tell me the truth. Who were those clips about?"

He sighs and looks down into his hands. "We both know who they were about."

She sighs like she's defeated. "So then go talk to her."

What? That's not what I mean. Does she think...?

"No, that's not what I mean."

"Well then what do you mean, Kenma?"

She says his name so pointedly it could pierce skin.

Every time she said it since the whole library scene, it had been to encourage him. To get him to go out, go for that girl. But right now she's using it as a sword and fuck him, it's working. He was so mad and in love right at that moment he couldn't figure out words to explain himself.

"I mean those clips were about you."

He hated how quietly he said it and hated even more the silence that followed them. She stands there. She gets to stand there, with those gorgeous lashes, blinking, out of breath, pissed off. She is mad. Very much so. Obviously she is. She spent months helping him only for it all to be a lie.

She hates me. I’ll never get her. I need her. She probably never wants to see me. 

"You don't get to say that." She scoffs.

“Let me explain–”

 “You’re not allowed to lie to me for months, and have me put all this work in and decide now is the time to come clean.” 

"Well, l am going to say it. I have been obsessed with you since sophomore year. Everything about you. The way you tie your hair to the way you smell. I don't care if I can't say it, I've tried and failed to act like I'm not in love with you anymore." He lets out a long breath and looks at her so incredibly tenderly. 

“I care about you. I love you. I think about you more than anything else. I'm sorry I lied to you. I didn’t want to.”

“I just… It's a lot all at once. I've helped you all these months only to find out… God, I can't even say it. This doesn't feel real.” She runs a hand through her hair and lets out a breath into the cold night air. 

His stomach is full of acid and there's a taste of salt on his tongue. The silence rings in his ears. 

He’s losing this battle. 

“What can I say to fix this? Please. I’m sorry…I’m so sorry.” 

He looks at her with those big eyes, almost crying. Those soft, sweet eyes that always get their way and he knows it. His hand twitches to reach out to gently tuck to hair behind her ear. 

She stiffens at the touch but softens after a few seconds and lets him. 

“You don’t have to say anything.” She puts her hand up to stop him from saying anything. “I'm sorry too… I'm not upset. I’m just embarrassed, I think.” She sighs and lessens the gap in between them just a bit. “Because, well, I’ve liked you for so long too its… Fuck, I’m crying.” 

She wipes away her tears and lets out a miniature laugh. 

Ugh, I need to kiss her right now. 

He subconsciously leans forward shortening the space between them to a single breath. He gently brushes a tear from her face as he hovers over her. 

“Please.” He lets out so quietly he's not sure he said anything at all. 

Her eyes flutter closed before nodding. Months and months of secrets fade into oblivion. Years of built up tension slow down into the single moment where his lips brush hers as smooth and soft as silk. He groans and leans into her, holding her face in his palms to get deeper, farther, more, more, more. Everything feels like lightning and crashing waves. His hands brush over her cheeks and behind her neck. She anchors herself to him by reaching into his hair. He breaks the kiss for a moment to catch their breaths. 

“This is usually the part where you ask me on a date.” She lets out that beautiful laugh that lured him in like a siren call. 

“In a minute.”

[kenmakore]

Master list

Kenma Kozume

Walkie-Talkie Trapped

- Chapter 1 -Chapter 2 -Chapter 3

One shots

Shades of Love

Reposts

Wedding

Kitty Cat Marks

A Business Man

Ushijima Wakatoshi

The Amazing Miss Staircase (coming soon)

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4.

One shots

Love Set Spike

Kageyama Tobio

One shots

Overhead

Tsukkishima Kei

One Shots

Salty

Rintarō Suna

One shot

Crooked Love

[akaashiit]

falling behind

kozume kenma x reader

blurb: based on laufey's falling behind, from everything i know about love Ი𐑼 song wc: 831 a/n: apart of my laufey x haikyu event! i think this one is relatable for a lot of us <3

the cardboard boxes in the corner of your room are starting to feel like permanent furniture. it's been weeks since you moved into this place, and june is already starting to feel cold.

you're sitting by the window, watching the streetlights flicker on. down below, the sidewalks are crowded with people who seem to have it all figured out – walking in pairs, laughing with eachother, and leaning like it's the most natural thing in the world.

it's actually – no, very – exhausting to look at.

you turn away from the glass, feeling a sharp pang of annoyance at how easy they make it look. you've been trying to find that that effortless connection, that person you can just be yourself with, but it feels like you're missing some vital piece of information.

"you're doing that thing where you breathe really loudly again. it's distracting." you hear kenma say through your headset.

you glance at your monitor. his character is standing still in the game, probably because he's actually looking at his second screen where your video is. he's got his chin resting in his hand, hair a mess of bleached blond and dark roots.

"i'm just annoyed," you mutter, reaching down under your desk to pick at the tape on a box. "my best friend just texted me. she's going on some weekend getaway with her new boyfriend. everyone's moving in together, getting serious, and i'm still sitting here surrounded by bubble wrap, you know?"

kenma shifts in his chair, looking uncomfortable. "people like to rush things. it's a lot of unnecessary effort."

"maybe. but at least they're going somewhere, doing something," you reply dully. "i feel like i'm just getting older and doing nothing. i look around and it’s like i'm falling behind while everyone else is hitting these big milestones. i've never even had someone i could actually call mine."

kenma is quiet for a second. the only sound is the low hum of his computer fans. "you.. you have me. we talk every day."

you sigh. "you know what i mean, kenma. it's different. you're my friend. i'm talking about.. the real stuff. the shoulder to lean on. the person who stays even when you aren't being particularly exciting."

"i stay," he says, quick, almost defensive, before he catches himself and looks back at his game. "i mean, i'm literally still on the call. i haven't logged off."

"yeah, because you have nothing else to do." you sigh again, not catching the way his expression falters. "i went to the beach today, thinking a change of scenery would help. i literally just ended up getting a sunburn and feeling even more out of place because i was the only person there without a group or a partner. nothing ever goes the way i want it to."

you lean back, staring at the ceiling. to fill the silence, you've got some bossa nova playing softly in the background. laufey, you think the artist is? anyway - you want that feeling, the one in the songs, but it feels like a fantasy.

"i don't think you're behind," kenma says suddenly. he's stopped playing again, just staring at the screen, his fingers hovering over the keys. "maybe.. you're just waiting for something."

"i'm tired of waiting," you admit, voice dropping. "i'm tired, so tired of being the one who's always watching."

kenma looks like he wants to say something. his mouth opens slightly, eyes darting toward the camera, but then he looks away, his shoulders tensing up.

he bites his lip, his gaze fixed on the game again, though he's not actually doing anything. "if it's that bad.. i could- i could come over. i have some new games we could test."

"you hate the train," you remind him, a small, sad smile appearing. "you'd complain the whole way here."

"i'd complain," kenma agrees, his voice barely a murmur. "but i'd still be there. if you wanted."

you look at him through the screen, at the familiar slouch of his shoulders and the way he refuses to make eye contact.

you want to believe that's enough, but the ache of seeing the world move on without you is still there, heavy and stubborn.

you don't realise that he's leaning into the screen, waiting for you, pleading for you to say yes with a desperation he’d never admit out loud. you just see your friend, and he sees the person he's terrified of losing to the real world.

"maybe next weekend," you mutter, closing your eyes as the music sways on. "i'm just.. i think i'm just gonna go to bed early."

"okay." kenma replies, his voice sounding hollow. "i'll be here tomorrow."

"goodnight, kenma."

"..night."

you shut your laptop and turn off the lights, the room plunging into darkness.

outside, the sounds of the city continue – the laughter, the cars, the life – and you stay right where you are, feeling the distance grow and grow and grow.

i see me in this except i dont have a kenma

three left!! nearly done phew; event should be finished in less than two weeks okay

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[kenmakore]

Cutttiiieeeessss

[kenmakore]

Hii I was wondering if you write Tadashi x reader?

Well yes absolutely!!!!

Tadashi’s Flavors of Love

Tadashi who loves carrying your bags for you. Your backpack, shopping bags, the door, your purse, he will hold it any time he can.

Tadashi who loves to kiss your hand when he helps you stand up.

Tadashi who whenever you two fight he will always let you finish last because he would hate to be the reason your upset.

Tadashi who brings you your drink every morning just to know he did his best to set your day up rights

Tadashi who takes care of you like a concerned mother when you’re sick. Hot towels, tea, and all.

“My head hurts.”

“Not for long.”

Tadashi who loves dates where reads books out loud to you on a picnic while you play with his hair.

Tadashi who defends your name in any and every instance.

“Well sometimes she-”

“Well she’s a better person than you ever will be, so.”

Tadashi who hates calls but absolutely loves sending you every meme ever. It could be the funniest or dryest joke ever it does not matter.

Tadashi who is amazing at figuring out exactly what you need to hear.

[kenmakore]

Hii I was wondering if you write Tadashi x reader?

Well yes absolutely!!!!

Tadashi’s Shades of Love

Tadashi who loves carrying your bags for you. Your backpack, shopping bags, the door, your purse, he will hold it any time he can.

Tadashi who loves to kiss your hand when he helps you stand up.

Tadashi who whenever you two fight he will always let you finish last because he would hate to be the reason your upset.

Tadashi who brings you your drink every morning just to know he did his best to set your day up rights

Tadashi who takes care of you like a concerned mother when you’re sick. Hot towels, tea, and all.

“My head hurts.”

“Not for long.”

Tadashi who loves dates where reads books out loud to you on a picnic while you play with his hair.

Tadashi who defends your name in any and every instance.

“Well sometimes she-”

“Well she’s a better person than you ever will be, so.”

Tadashi who hates calls but absolutely loves sending you every meme ever. It could be the funniest or dryest joke ever it does not matter.

Tadashi who is amazing at figuring out exactly what you need to hear.

[kenmakore]

🎤🎙️is this thing on?

Request are open right now! Please please please. 🙏

Absolutely no structure. Whatever your heart wants. No smut though❌