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Kenma's golden cat like eyes glanced down at his stained shirt almost condescendingly, with the characteristical air of indifference that seemed to cling to him.
Toothbrush still in his mouth, he rubbed his slender thumb on the fabric of the black oversized shirt he used for sleeping, but the toothpaste mark didn't bulge.
With an annoyed scrunch of his nose he let go of the black cloth he had been holding onto with just the tips of his long fingers, letting out a tired sigh and placing the toothpaste tube on the pearl white surface of the bathroom sink.
Kenma walked back to his room almost lethargically, leaning against the door frame with a cat like yawn.
"What are you doing?" He questioned lazily, his voice still husky from sleep, looking at his girlfriend laying on his bed and scrolling throught her phone.
"I'm on Pinterest" she answered, her hair messily spread across his pillows and the red marks Kenma's teeth had left the night before perfectly visible on the soft skin of her neck.
A ray of early sun had snuck in the room and it danced across her features, giving her face the kind of warm glow seemingly out of a fairytale, and Kenma thought she looked cute.
"You'll go back to your house?" He questioned. She had gotten used to this kind of questions from his part. It sounded like he was trying to get her to leave but in reality, Kenma only asked about what he cared about, and he cared about this because he wanted her to stay.
"Mm, maybe later" she said unconvinced, staring up at him, admiring how good the loose bun looked on him, the way his long big shirt clung to his slender frame and the way the sun caught on his dark hair with dyed blonde ends. She could still remember the time when the dark part of his hair was just overgrown roots and the majority of it was blond. It brought a small smile to her face everytime.
"I thought maybe we could cook or bake something...?" She asked, gazing up at Kenma with big innocent eyes that intenteded to plead with him.
Her boyfriend raised and unimpressed brow as his thumb rubbed on the stain of toothpaste of his t shirt distractedly, his voice coming out in a lazy "Nah".
She chuckled softly and stood up, stretching and yawning in a way Kenma found incredibly endearing. She slightly accomodated the mess of pillows and covers she had made of his bed just to sit on it directly after, fluttering her eyelashes at playfully as she stared at him, "Not even apple pie?" She taunted, her voice sweet and mocking.
"Not even apple pie" he confirmed, his calculative cat like eyes following her every move with laziness, "C'me here"
She pushed herself up and made her way to him, kicking to the side a pair of shoes and the shirt she had discarded last night to wear Kenma's.
His slender fingers closed on the fabric of the dark blue t-shirt he had leant her and tugged her closer once she was within reach. She didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around him, burying her face on his chest and breathing in his scent: cinnamon, green apple, a touch of vainilla and warmth.
He stared down at her with half lidded golden eyes, his expression indifferent while he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, exposing the redish mark on her neck.
His fingertips barely brushed against her skin as he traced the hickeys carefully, apreciating them. A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he leaned down until she could feel his breath fanning her neck.
His lips slowly pressed a lazy kiss to the blooming bruise, making her shiver, as he rested his head on her shoulder.
Her fingers found their way to his hair, gently playing with the loose strands of his bun.
"Maybe we can bake something..." He murmured softly into her ear, closing his eyes at the feeling of being pet, "One of those Pinterest recipes"
A bright smile formed on her face and she chuckled at the blissfull state of her lethargic boyfriend, "Really?" She teased softly.
"Mmm, really" he hummed lazily against her neck, his fingers tugging on her shirt just a bit more, "If you stay home with me"
Tags: random haikyuu boys headcanons no one asked for
Btw im so sorry i got such a writer block for a long time, I promise I'll write the requests soon!
SHOYO HINATA:
★ I feel like Hinata would be such a sweet boyfriend. Like SUPER sweet.
★ He'd stop his bike on his way to school just to pick up a flower that caught his attention and then he'd give it to you with a bright smile.
★ He's one of those people who know everyone. When you two go out you have to stop every five seconds because he saw a friend, or someone he met throught volleyball. He even makes conversation with his sister's friends' moms.
★ Your family loves him, final. All the little kids adore him too, he literally joins any game your cousins or little siblings are playing without hesitantion.
★ Worst at boardgames. He just doesn't understand most of them LMAO.
KAGEYAMA TOBIO:
★ Also really bad at board games. He gets so frustrated.
★ I feel like he's just as fan of ice cream as he is of milk (his favorite flavors are dark chocolate, lemon and strawberry)
★ He's one of those people who like to hang out in quiet parks, and maybe not do anything, just sit on a bench and let you talk.
★ He's lowkey scared of kids and kids are scared of him.
★ Really awkward type of sweet. He's mostly clueless about everything.
KENMA KOZUME:
★ Builds a minecraft house for the two of you.
★ I think if you don't like cats he just directly doesn't take an interest in you. Cats are the only alive being he never gets tired of.
★ he'd be so sweet to his own cats. Just petting them while he plays videogames and silently feeding them when he sees they have little food or water (he's so attentive)
★ He likes to lay on his bed, rest his head on your lap and play videogames like that. If you play with his hair Kenma melts. Forget about him ever letting you stand up again.
★ If you text him he answers dryly and shortly like "ok", "lol" or "cool"
★ "I think I did horrible in my math test..." "Cool"
★ But he really likes it when you text him and cares about what you say, that's why he would send a crying cat sticker after that short reply.
★ If you're dating Kenma it means he really, really, really likes you a lot.
★ Sends you Tiktok videos about videogames or cats just saying "us"
★ I feel like he'd be so so so good at making origami but he's too lazy.
KUROO TETSURO:
★ You don't know if he's your biggest hater or your most devoted lover. He lives to tease the hell out of you and then he'd kiss you or hug you when you got mad, chuckling and apologizing sweetly.
★ Loves your hair, he feels personally offended if you cut it or do something to it without telling him beforehand (if you don't have hair he teased you a lot but secretly loves how soft your bare head is)
★ SUCH A NERD
★ Lots of dad and chemestry jokes he's so damn proud about.
★ He would never in his life cheat, he adores you so damn much.
SUNA RINTARO:
★ So. Many. Tiktok. Videos.
★ A LOT of brainrot videos, videos of people critizing an artist, movie or book you like just cause he's just mean like that.
★ This boy loves critizing influencers so much. You never hear the end of it. And if you join him, he's delighted.
★You're the first one to watch the fights of the Miya twins he records.
★ He is the laziest person ever. His plans mostly consist on watching movies with you or just laying on bed watching tiktok with you.
★ He has a whole album of silly and cute pictures he took of you. THERE ARE SO MANY.
OIKAWA TOORU:
★ He clings to you 24/7.
★ He loves following you around like a lost puppy, complaining about everything like the drama queen he is.
★ Oikawa loves to ramble about you and show you off to whoever will listen (Iwa-chan knows everything about you at this point)
★ When Oikawa and Iwaizumi pass by a shop, Oikawa's eyes would light up and he'd point something out and say something like "y/n-chan loves this..." and then ramble on.
★ Loves giving gifts to you.
★ I know a lot of people say he would 100% cheat on his partner. Well i dont think so. He'd be so obsessed with you, he adores you.
★ He tells you EVERYTHING about volleyball and you have to watch matches with him.
★ Again, he's so touchy and clingy. He loves to hug you, cuddle you, kiss you, anything.
★ Super jealous. And he'd get even more clingy and whiny when he gets jealous.
AKAASHI KEIJI:
★ Sweetest, most green flagged boyfriend ever.
★ He is like a second mom, he worries so much about you.
★ makes sure you wear a jacket when its cold, that you don't forget lunch and that you sleep enough.
★ Likes to give you soft kisses on top of your head.
★ He's so gentle and so good at comforting.
★ He likes to eat in places you don't know or cook with you and have a cozy movie night.
(I apologize beforehand if what i wrote is inaccurate, feel free to correct me!)
Tags: Kuroo x asexual reader, ace/lgbtiq+, fluff, insecurity.
Synopsis: How would Kuroo react if, a night like any other, he found out his girlfriend is asexual?
Nights with you always had a special magic.
It wasn't something he could justify, explain or describe. No, Kuroo knew that.
But it had always been that way, at least for as long as he had known you.
Everything just seemed to slow down, as if the ink black sky dusted by shining stars offered to wrap around you and Kuroo like a blanket, like a shield from problems, time, other people and the world itself.
Well, Kuroo knew it made no sense that everything felt so romantic.
Specially with how you were snorting right now.
"No, but seriously" Kuroo insisted, holding back the small adoring smile that threatened to ruin his pout.
"Are you seriously going to make me promise that if we ever have a rooster, and there is a zombie apocalypse, I won't eat the poor thing?" You asked him, a soft laughter of desbelief leaving your lips.
"Yes" Kuroo nodded, a smirk making its way to his face.
The comforting feeling of being awake in a sea of sleeping souls made everything more intimate, more you and him.
"I won't promise that" you assured, shaking your head amusedly, "I don't even think we'll ever adopt a rooster"
Kuroo felt personally offended by that, but decided to let it slide this time.
"Mean. Anyways, going back to the actual boundaries of the relationship" he reminded you, tapping a pencil he had stolen from your bedside table on your leg.
"Yeah" you smiled, and Kuroo wasn't sharp enough to notice the nervous waver of your smile.
"Well, obviously no cheating in any degree" he said, pointing you with the red colored pencil, a genuine smile on his face because he knew he could trust you with his life.
You rolled your eyes playfully, unable to return the smile while your thumb drew anxious imaginary shapes on your palm, "I know"
"And no sleeping with other people, obviously"
His grin faltered when he noticed your gaze fall to your lap, her fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.
He could almost see the nervousness radiate of you in waves, sneaking throught his skin to spread inside of him, too.
"What's wrong?" He questioned, trying to find the answer written in your eyes or in the slight purse of your lips.
But he didn't.
"I..." Your voice came out like a murmur, insecure and tense, "I need to tell you... Something"
Tetsuro's brows furrowed in concearn and uncertainty, trying to shoo away the worst case scenarios his mind just kept freely coming up with, "...What is it?"
"I'm..." Your eyes briefly flickered up to meet his, knowing once you said it, there was no going back.
How would he react?
Was it this the moment things changed forever?
"I'm asexual..." Was breathed out. Quiet, insecure, hesitant. The knot in your chest seemed to tighten, your lungs feeling in the edge of bursting out and, hopefully, letting out the tension, which was eating out your body like insects fueled by the nervous energy.
"What...?" He asked, surprise reflecting in his warm eyes as he stared into yours.
"I'm asexual" you repeated, a bit louder this time, avoiding his gaze.
"I... Really?" Kuroo would be lying if he said he wasn't in shock. It was a fairly important revelation, after all.
You nodded, trying to gauge his reaction, to see if this was the end of your relationship or the start of something better.
"When... When did you realize...?" He asked, still trying to process the new information.
"A long time ago..." You said sheepishly, feeling his surprised stare on you.
"And... Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought..." You took a breathz trying to calm your nerves, "I thought you'd break up with me... I mean, you've always wanted kids, and..."
Kuroo's soft and desbelieving chuckle interrupted her, "Do you really think I'd break up with you because you are asexual? I'm with you because I love you, all of you"
You were the surprised one now, a silver of hope coursing throught your veins, "You won't... Leave me?"
He shook his head, smiling gently, "Of course not, baby. I'm glad you told me" he assured, taking your hand and using his thumb to caress the back of it.
"But what about having kids...? You've always wanted..."
"We can always adopt, it's not a problem" he assured, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "We'll sort things off in a few years. But promise me something..."
"What?" Your eyes lifted slowly to meet his.
"Promise me you won't forget I love you for who you are. I love everything about you, forever, mm?"
And there it was, that spark of adoration in his eyes, that one you had feared not seeing ever again. It was there, brighter than before.
A.n: Hii, I hope you liked it!! Btw feel free to correct any mistake I made, and I genuinely apologize if what I wrote is not accurate to asexuality, i am not very very informed in that toppic, and I investigated but of course it can be wrong... So sorry and thanks for reading!!
hiya, nice to meet you! this is a Haikyuu request for you 🧡
What about Kuroo × fem!reader are in a relationship and reader is on the asexual spectrum but hasn't tell Kuroo. One night they're talking casually about their relationship's boundaries, what's okay and not okay for each other (like loyalty, what's considered cheating, etc), their future goals, and reader is really scared and insecure about opening up her feelings and telling him she's ace.
How would Kuroo react to that information? Do you think he wouldn't be able to be in a relationship like that? Does he know what asexuality is or does reader have to explain it to him? (pd: kuroo and reader have not done it since they're together so this matter didn't come up yet).
maybe this idea is kinda specific if you're not really in the ace/lgtbiq+ world, but it'd be awesome to read your work if you end up writing it. thank you so much in advance! and it's totally okay if you're not comfortable writing this type of topic <3
Hii, nice to meet you too!!! Thank you so much for the request! I wrote it and did my best, I really hope you like it!! I am so sorry if it is inaccurate how I wrote it, I tried to inform myself but I can be wrong, so pls let me know.
If possible, a hurt comfort / angst with a happy ending.
Maybe reader thinks they can't be together for one reason or another, and he has to pursue the reader to convince them that they're meant to be.
Akaashi, Kageyama, Sugawara, or Iwaizumi please, thank you! :)
Sure, I'll try my best! I know for some it works like you see in black and white until meeting your soulmate, but idk how they'd learn the colors...? Anyways.
Tags: Iwaizumi x reader, fluff, angst with happy ending, jealousy, insecurity, Oikawa, soulmate au.
Synopsis: In a world where everyone has a soulmate, a person destined to love you until forever falls apart, what happens when you can't be with who is supossed to be your parner for life?
A soft sigh escaped your lips when you realized you'd have to endure the seventh third-wheeling session of the week.
Watching your friends being all lovey-dovey with each other wasn't something you particulary enjoyed. Don't get it wrong, you were happy for them and glad they had found their soulmates and everything had gone okay, but being ignored is a horrendous feeling that usually leads to feeling undeserving of the attention you aren't recieving.
So even if your friends spent whole hang outs making out and giggling while they whispered in their lover's ears, completely leaving you out, you never protested.
Your friends had apologized some times, promising over and over they'd try to include and acknowledge you more, but by the end of the day they were always blissfully ignoring your existence.
You comforted yourself with the fact that you knew you had a soulmate. The thought someone out there was perfect for you and you were perfect for them was enough to keep you going everytime.
Someone who was as part as you as your own self.
Someone who you shared your essence with, your very soul.
Someone who was waiting to meet you as eagerly as you waited to meet them. Or so you hoped.
But things didn't go like you thought.
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Hajime Iwaizumi was having another tough day.
To be fair, Oikawa was being twice as annoying as always, and the nerves for the upcoming volleyball match were turning him into a stress-mess.
Plus, his soul mark had started to feel...kinda strange.
Iwaizumi liked to stare at it from time to time. Sometimes when he was alone in his room, or after a match, or whenever life, stress, anger and feelings got too much, he liked to just genuinely see it.
He would sit by himself, roll his sleeve up and pay close attention to the intrincate pattern etched on the underside of his wrist.
Trace the lines, curves and swirls with the tips of his fingers, with only careful and soft touches, as if he feared it would fade away.
But Hajime knew it wouldn't.
That was the mark he shared with his soulmate, wherever they were. The design of their souls, printed on their skins since they were born and staying even after death.
Souls can't divide.
Because your soul doesn't die with your physical form. And neither does the connection that ties you to that special person.
Souls dance among other people's souls, mixing, touching, pulling away and connecting us, searching for their other half.
And when they find it, they collide and fuse, becoming one.
That's why, when Iwaizumi would space out staring at the mark in the solace of privacy, he would always wonder how long would it take to find you.
If he only knew.
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"It's not fair you get all the attention!"
"That's because I'm more awesome"
Oikawa's cocky remark earned him a slap in the back of the head from Hajime's part and some sighs from their teammates, who knew the thing would only escalate from there.
They were warming up, about to play one of their most important matches.
The squeak of the shoes on the wooden planks and the sound of multiple volleyballs being mersilessly hit and slammed against the floor flooded the gymnasium.
People whispered and chatted as they rushed to get seats, some fangirls screamed and a new born cried while his mother tried to desperatedly soothe them.
Layers and layers of noise, unheard stories, adoring praise, murmurs, and the calls for familiar faces in the crowd, enveloping Iwaizumi welcomingly.
His gaze roamed the stands, passing by faces of kids, adults and old people, all here to see them play, to see him play...
Until he locked eyes with you.
It was completely unexpected, the way your stares met like pulled by some kind of strange magnet.
And then you felt it. And he felt it too.
That tingling sensation that run his soul mark up and down and then up again, electrifying and ticklish.
And the world faded away.
The noise, the lights, the yells and slams and squeaks. It was just you and him.
Him and you, feeling like the physical distance between you wasn't real, wasn't as far as it seemed.
And you both knew it. You knew he'd be yours, and he knew you'd be his.
Forever.
And then the magical moment broke with the loud whistle signaling the start of the match.
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"Please" Oikawa begged, pushing the bouquet of roses into Hajime with insistance.
"No" he denied in a determined tone, brows furrowed and arms crossed over his chest.
Oikawa's chocolate brown eyes pleaded with him, full of desperation as he tried to get his best friend to deliver the flowers and the heart shaped box of chocolate to the girl Tooru was currently in a situation-ship with.
He had meant to give them himself, but coach was calling him for an interview and Oikawa's girl was just about to leave the stadium because she was running late to greet her family at the airport.
So Oikawa had no way of accepting the interview and delivering the gifts at the same time. His only solution was that Hajime accepted bringing the things to her in his place while Tooru attended fame matters.
"Alright." Iwaizumi grumbled in the end, "But you owe me"
Oikawa lit up, nodding eagerly before shoving the bouquet and chocolates into his best friend's arms and sprinting off.
Iwaizumi sighed, furrowing his brows as he started to make his way up up the stands, sorting throught the crowd with "sorry"s and "excuse me"s, ignoring the curious looks and surprised whispers to see him holding such romantical items.
"who was the lucky girl?" People wondered, their eyes trailing on him, following his way higher and higher until he reached the spot where Asami stood, her eyes roaming the place in search of Oikawa as she anxiously tapped her fingers on her lap and checked her watch.
"Asami-san" Iwaizumi called, making the girl turn around to face him, her furrowed brows softening.
"Yeah?" She asked, confusedly eyeing the roses and the heart shaped box, praying Iwaizumi would not confess to her.
"Trashikawa had to run to catch an interview so he asked me to deliver this" he stepped closer and handed her the roses and chocolate.
Asami's eyes widened and her mouth parted slightly in surprise, touched by the gesture, "He's so sweet" she cooed, "Thank you so much, Iwa-chan" she said, gazing up at him.
"You're welcome" he sighed, nodding, and turned his face to the side when she leaned to smell the roses with a love-sick expression, feeling like it was a moment Oikawa should be witnessing, not him.
And when his eyes gazed in the other direction, he was met with a surprised pair of eyes.
Your eyes.
The surprise quickly melted into hurt and his own surprise melted into horror.
You, his soulmate, had just watched him give flowers and chocolate to some random girl.
This wasn't how either of you expected your first meeting to be.
You stared like in trance, your stomach churning and your chest tightening, eyes lingering on her long enough to make insecurity and jealous claw at you.
Of course.
Of course this would happen to you. Not even your soulmate wanted you, and who could blame him?
He was so fine, and the girl just in front of him was so pretty. With perfect, long, shiny hair, gorgeous green eyes and the most striking smile.
So effortlessly flawless, she was.
How could you compare to her?
You weren't special in any way, you didn't stand out in crowds, didn't light up places with your mere presence, couldn't un bring a smile to people's faces with a few sweet words.
Truth is, you couldn't compare.
So you run away.
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Iwaizumi knew he messed up.
Well, it wasn't enterely his fault, was it? It was Trashikawa's fault.
He had rushed out the gymnasium, praying to catch a glimpse of your hair, of your clothes... A way to get to you.
Where were you? God, why did these things only happen to him?
He finally found you at the back of the building, resting your back against the wall, knees to your chest. Your eyes were closed, as if you were trying to turn the world out.
"Hey..." He said hesitantly, sitting down in front of you.
You furrowed your brows and gazed away, wiping the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes, "go away, please"
He shook his head, "I know what you saw, but it's not like you think..."
"It's alright, really. You don't have to explain it it to me. We are not even dating" you assured.
He wished you'd look at him, "No, really. A friend of mine asked me to give those things to his... Almost girlfriend. I was just delivering. I promise..."
He knew how fake it must have sounded to you.
"Please, believe me. I've been waiting for you all these years, i never even dated anyone before. I've wanted to meet you so bad..." He said gently, the furrow of his brows softening as he hesitantly reached for your hand, his thumb caressing the back of it.
"You can have anyone you want" you said, eyes teary as you looked at him, all the years of insecurity washing over you "Why would you wanna be with me? I'm nothing special..."
He was taken aback, surprised you'd say something like that, "What?"
He let out a sigh and took your wrist gently, lifting it between you two so you could see the soul mark. He lifted his own and held it up besides yours.
"We are soulmates" he said, "There's no one i'd like to be with besides you"
His words were so soft and honest.
It was true he didn't know you yet, but he was sure he would be so in love with you.
The way you moved, the way you talked, how expressive your eyes were. He loved everything about you already, everything pulled him in.
"I think you're the most special person I'll ever meet" Iwaizumi said, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "So please, give us a chance"
You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words and gestures. He looked so tough and intimidating, but yet he was being so sweet.
You couldn't have wished for someone more perfect to share your soul with, and you couldn't wait to get to really know him, to fall in love with him.
And then, when your eyes met again, you two were sure the other was who you'd want to spend the rest of your life with.
A.n: Soorryy it took so loongg!! I really don't like how i wrote it, and I had to re-write it because it got erased, it was really frustrating... But i hope you like it!!
Yamaguchi felt his heart melt all over again when the words he had hoped to hear all day rolled off your lips:
"I love your frackles so much..."
It wasn't an uncommon thing for you to say that to him. Actually, you said it everyday, but for some reason your boyfriend always worried about if you'd say it that day and feared that eventually you'd get tired of his frackles. Or tired of him.
But as he felt your loving gaze on him and watched as you reached your smaller bandaged hand to interlock it with his-
Wait, bandaged?!
Yamaguchi had to double take and blink once before his eyes widened and worry washed over his features.
"What happened to your hand?" He asked, staring at you as if you were bleeding out, panick reflecting on his caramel eyes.
"What?" You asked, taken aback by the unexpected and random question. You followed his gaze to your bandaged hand, "Oh, nothing"
Your boyfriend concern grew when you brushed it off, "You're hurt..." He said, like it was the worst thing in the world.
Because for him, it was. He never wanted to see you hurt.
"I was just helping make dinner yesterday, and I got a small cut" you explaint soothingly, even if you're lowkey amused by how seriously worried he is about a tiny wound.
"You should be more careful" he said, almost pleading with you, "I don't want you to get hurt..." He murmured.
"I promise I'll be more careful, Yams" you pecked his frackled cheek affectionately before giving him the smile he adored, "Don't worry too much"
AKAASHI KEIJI:
You had discovered that trying to teach Bokuto how to make origami figures was a nearly impossible task.
At first you two had started with simple ones, like an origami heart you had then gifted to your boyfriend Akaashi or a butterfly. But things got complicated when the spiky haired boy begged you to teach him how to make an origami owl.
After some searching you finally found the steps for the paper bird and, with a defeated sigh, you started showing Bokuto how to do it.
Keiji watched, his stoic expression unaffected, as you instructed his best friend in the art of origami, but his gaze would visibly soften with each of your patient sighs.
He could sympathize with you, it was a hard job. But he also adored watching your focused expression and the way your fingers carefully folded the piece of paper, and loved hearing your voice as you tried to explain how to do the origami owl.
"...and then, you have to fold it- no, the other side. And try to be as meticulous as you can bec- ouch!" Your speech was cut off when the sharp edge of the paper sliced your skin.
Inmediatly, Akaashi furrowed his brows and took your hand in his larger one examinating the cut. It was small, not too deep, but by your face he could tell it hurt a lot.
"Are you okay?" He questioned, his eyes searching yours, his tone calm but tingled with concearn.
You nodded, "Yeah, it doesn't hurt that much" you assured, brushing it off.
Keiji's brows furrowed further, his thumb caressing the palm of your injured hand softly while you used your free hand to move your unfinished origami to avoid it getting stained with your blood.
"You should clean it" he said, worry showing in his blue gorgeous eyes. Akaashi knew paper cuts were nothing severe, but he didn't like seeing you hurt in any degree.
"No, no, it's alright" you said nonchalantly, giving the wounded finger a brief look before returning your attention to the origami piece.
"Please, clean it" Your boyfriend insisted gently, "Just put it under cold water and use this"
He took a spiderman band-aid from his bag and offered it to you with his serious but sweet demeanor still in place.
You stared dumbfounded at the drawing of the superhero and then gave your boyfriend a curious, confused look.
"Why do you have spiderman band-aids...?" You questioned. It's not you didn't like spiderman or thought it was childish to have themed bandage. It was really not that.
It was just completely unexpected (yet somehow endearing) to find out your serious, mature and responsible boyfriend possessed spiderman band-aids.
"Bokuto always gets injured" Keiji calmly explained, making sure said boy wasn't listening, "And themed band aids always seem to put him in a better mood"
You chuckle softly, finding it adorable that Bokuto's mood could be lifted with superhero band aids and that Akaashi had them for his friend.
"Hmm, thank you" you smiled at Keiji, planting a kiss on his cheek before standing up and making your way to the bathroom, accompanied by the spiderman band-aid, leaving behind the unfinished origami owl.
KENMA KOZUME:
It was no secret Kenma was always inmersed in the world of videogames.
While eating, after and before volleyball practise, in class, when he was alone, when he was with friends, while petting his cat or while walking home from school with you, like right now.
"You'll trip" you repeated for the 10th time as you two walked side by side by the street.
He let out a soft grumble and muttered "I won't", not tearing his eyes off the screen.
This made you roll your eyes, but a hint of smugness stirred inside you. After all, he would eventually trip and you'd finally be able to say "I told you"
But it seemed like the universe wasn't on your side, because Kenma didn't trip, but you did.
Your palms and knees crashed against the rough cement of the sidewalk, pain shooting up your body as you bit back a pained whimper.
Kenma, ever the attentive boyfriend, continued walking, with his shoulders slouched and his golden cat-like eyes moving along the videogame characters.
You frowned and glared at his nape, standing up and brushing off the tiny remainings of cement from your clothes and palms. Your hands and knees hurt, and you noticed the scratch had made them bleed a bit.
As you examined your wounds, Kenma realized your absence besides him and turned his head back, confusion reflecting on his amber hues as he tried to understand why you looked so pissed off and why you glared at the floor and brushed off youe clothes.
Oh.
A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of his lips when he caught on the fact that, after repeated warnings from you assuring that he'd trip, it had been you the one who facepalmed on the sidewalk.
"Did cement taste good?" He asked quietly, his face stoic once again, sideglancing you when you started walking besides him again.
You rolled your eyes and knit your brows together, gazing straight ahead.
Kenma thought you looked really cute.
"You're really clusmy" he muttered lethargically, his gaze about to fix back on the screen when he noticed the slight blood on your palms and the large scratch.
"Are you okay...?" Kenma felt a bit bad about making fun of you now. He gave you an almost shy apologetic look, to which you responded with another huff.
"I'm fine" you said dryly, frustrated not only at the floor but at yourself for the embarassing situation you had found yourself in.
"You're bleeding" he quietly pointed out. It's true he had found the fact that you fell funny, but he didn't like seeing you hurt. Or sad. Or angry. Or frustrated. Or embarassed.
Well, embarassed yes, but just when he (proposefully or unconsciously) said something that made you blush.
Now that he realized you were injured, he didn't find this so funny anymore.
"Does it hurt?" He questioned, half curious half worried. You shook your head vehemently, but Kenma could tell it was a lie.
What could he say? He was never good with words. Maybe he could say you should clean it up, or bandage it, or whatever, but it was something you already knew.
He was also not good at physical affection. Hugs? He was so awkward when initiating them, so he left that to you.
But you always said you liked his kisses, so maybe...
He silently took both your hands and kissed the palm of each, his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink, before letting them fall back. His eyes stayed firmly focused on the floor, the vidoegame long forgotten.
You were surprised by the affectionate gesture, it wasnt often kenma showed love so openly. But it made your heart melt, as well as your frustration and embarassement.
"I love you" you said, a smile grazing your lips as you watched him huff.
"Shut up" he mumbled, hiding his blush behind the neck of his volleyball jacket, "...I love you too"
TSUKISHIMA KEI:
"You shouldn't be walking, idiot" Tsukishima huffed when he saw you for the first time that morning.
You had sprained your ankle the previous day, while doing what he considered "childish dumb activities". And in this case, he was right. It had been dumb.
"Im perfectly alright" you assured with a proud smile, "Look"
You leaned your weight on the injured ankle, making him furrow his brows in desbelief at how stupid you were and, even if he wouldn't admit it, in concearn.
"You'll make it worse" Tsukishima sighed, walking past you. He had lowkey hoped you'd ask him to help you walk- wait no, he hadn't. That's stupid.
You bit your lip hesitantly, deciding between swallowing your pride and asking for help or hurt your ankle further.
Finally you sighed and called out to the tall blond boy who was walking away from you, "Tsukki?"
He rolled his eyes and turned around, "Don't call me that" he sighed, pretending to be annoyed.
But secretly, he loved it. If you ever stopped calling him Tsukki he'd be really, really offended.
"Whatever. Can you help me walk?" You asked, giving him your best pityful look.
"You're insuffrible" he grumbled while wraping his arm gently around your waist and helping you shift your weight to your good ankle.
"You love me" you retorted, knowing the answer. Knowing he'd do anything you asked even if he complained a lot, knowing he loved the silly little things you did even if he called you stupid, and yet knowing he'd deny it anyways.
"I don't" Tsukishima lied with a huff.
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Tags: fluff, Kenma x reader, a bit of self deprecating thoughts, idk.
Synopsis: Kenma is exited to introduce you to the world of videogames, but he finds himself confused and dissapointed when you refuse.
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Kenma wasn't expecting this. At all.
When your boyfriend finally mustered up the courage to quietly propose (more like he whispered) the idea of playing videogames together, having pushed aside the worst case scenarios his mind kept coming up with, he hadn't actually expected you to refuse.
Kenma knew videogames weren't a hobbie of yours, at least not in Kenma's degree (which bordered obsession), but he never thought you didn't like them. But now, as he listened to your "You'll have more fun playing without me", he came to the conclusion you absolutely depised them.
The pudding haired boy felt his heart shatter into tiny pieces. He had been so exited about showing you videogames and sharing his love for them with you, but it seemed like you didn't like the idea as much as he did.
"Oh... Okay" Kenma murmured, slowly moving his gaze back to the screen, his fingers trembling ever so slightly.
God, he was so embarassed. Why did he even think you'd say yes? And why did he feel a knot in his throat?
Silently, he resumed his videogame, ocassionally glancing back at you.
Were you mad at him for something he had done? Maybe it was that.
But you didn't look angry. Your eyebrows weren't knit together, your lips weren't pursed, your eyes weren't narrowed, and your shoulders weren't tense. His analitical stare couldn't pick up on any facial expression that could give away how you felt.
Maybe you were upset. Or sad. Or dissapointed in him for suggesting such an un-romantic plan.
"Are you... Upset?" Kenma inquired in a shy murmur, his golden eyes briefly settling on your face before looking back down to his hands.
Your eyes widened in surprise, "No, why would I be upset...?"
He let out the softest of huffs, not daring to look up again, "Because you... don't want to play with me..."
Your expression softened when you understood Kenma's confusion. You shook your head and scooted closer, your thighs brushing against his.
"It's not I don't want to play with you, it's just I'm not good at videogames, so I thought you'd get bored if you played with me" you said softly, nudging him a bit.
And who could judge you? Kenma had spent his whole life playing videogames, of course he would be a lot better. And surely he wouldn't want to waste time trying to get you to play decently.
"...I wanted to teach you" Kenma said, pouting almost imperceptibly, making your heart melt.
"Are you sure...? You know, you'll waste a lot of time" you chuckled lightly, making him furrow his brows slightly.
"It's not wasting time if it's with you..." He said, quietly but convinced, "Besides, I want to play with you"
He gave you a tiny smile, his golden eyes gazing at you as if you were the most important person in the world to him. Because you were.
Kenma loved you more than anyone, and there was no way he'd ever get bored of spending time with you.
Even if it meant teaching you how to play videogames all afternoon.
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