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 insists that you come with him 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.’
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?"
