how does he react when you send him a "happy birthday" text, but you're not dating?
genuinely giggling and kicking his feet, he's obsessed with you and his plan to get you to fall in love with him is working
↳ gojo satoru, ijichi kiyotaka, ino takuma, itadori yuuji, kaminari denki, kirishima eijiro, takami keigo, bokuto kōtarō, hinata shōyō, kuroo tetsurō, oikawa tōru, caleb, sylus
gets awkward and doesn't know how to respond, he didn't even realize you knew his birthday...but does this mean you're thinking about him when he's not around?
↳ fushiguro megumi, hiromi higuruma, kamo choso, nanami kento, okkotsu yuuta, amajiki tamaki, iida tenya, midoriya izuku, todoroki natsuo, kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi, xavier, zayne
tries to pretend he doesn't care, but he so cares, this was the only "happy birthday" he cared about
↳ fushiguro toji, geto suguru, kong shiu, bakugou katsuki, sero hanta, matsukawa issei, sawamura daichi, tsukishima kei, rafayel
honestly....probably does not care that much
↳ ieiri shoko, sukuna ryomen, aizawa shota, todoroki shoto, todoroki touya, kozume kenma,
In which you, as a new divorcée, can't help but crush on your 4-year-old's new PE Coach.
genre: singleparent!reader x coach! Kuroo, fluff, acquaintances-to-lovers
---- part one | next part >>>
You know Kuroo Tetsurou before you officially meet him.
Why? Because he's practically a legend to your current four-year-old who's been talking about him nonstop from the moment you've strapped her into the car on the way back home.
"Apparently he was a--a volleyball champ!" Sakura chimes from the back as you swerve into the right lane in the direction of your tiny flat, "he knows how to serve from faaaar away, and --and when he serves, it's like--kapow! and boom! and whoosh! like that!"
You can't help but laugh because seeing your daughter so excited about volleyball is something you hadn't been expecting, not when you have two left feet and a stamina of a tiny pet rat.
"I'm glad you enjoyed your first week back," you meet her eyes in the rearview mirror with a smile, "that's good isn't it? Better than last year then?"
"Yes! I love Kuroo sensei!"
It seems that this particular teacher has specifically changed Sakura's view on school, and you had made a mental note to thank him.
But all thoughts of thank-yous and praise had flown out of your head the moment you bump into the said PE teacher in the corridor leading up to Sakura's class the next morning.
"Oh I'm so sorry!" You cry out, bending down to help him pick up the stack of papers that are now flying about and scattering at your feet, "here, let me help you--"
"It's Kuroo sensei!" Sakura chirps suddenly, causing your eyes to snap up at him.
Oh. So that's the PE teacher she's been gushing about all week. You're quick to shove the papers into a messy pile before handing them out to him, "I'm really sorry about that," you say sheepishly.
"Nothing to worry about," his deep voice is what catches your attention at first, followed by his height as he straightens up so that you get a clear view of his facce; angular features, honey-golden eyes that blink slowly at you in a way that makes you want to squirm, and messy dark raven locks that looks like he's just rolled out of bed five minutes ago.
Not that you won't mind if he rolled out of your bed, you mind chanted without warning.
You stop it as soon as it surfaces, horror and panic crashing into you at the same time. This man is--what? Probably half your age?
"Kuroo sensei! Do we have class with you later?" Sakura, unknowing of all the tormenting thoughts flickering past your brain, seems all too excited to see her PE teacher.
He chuckles lightly before ruffling her short bangs, "not today, little munchkin," he leans down to see her face, "but I'm pretty certain that we have class tomorrow. How about that?"
"Oh really? Yay!" Sakura claps, beaming up at him like he's just put a new sun in her sky, and Kuroo grins before straightening up once more, gold eyes clashing against your dark maroon.
"I don't think we've met," his voice, it's so deep and gravelly that it makes you want to swoon. You snap out of it the moment you spot his outstretched hand, "I'm Kuroo Tetsurou, the new PE teacher."
"So you're the new teacher that Sakura's been talking about all this time," you send him a shy smile as you shake his hand, realizing that his palm practically dwarfs yours in comparison, "it's nice to meet you. I'm Sakura's mum. How are you enjoying the school?"
"It's been really great actually," his grin widens. He has a beautiful smile, one that will easily make all the ladies of staff fall at his feet, "I'm slowly finding my way around the timetable, but other than that it's been smooth-sailing till now."
You nod, "that's great. I'm glad to hear," and then turn to your daughter, "you know where your class is right?"
"Of course I know mum," Sakura folds her arms across her chest indignantly.
You laugh, ruffling her hair before ushering her onwards, "alright alright. Yes, you're a big now. Then off you go."
You both watch her teeter down the hall, sometimes almost falling off-balance due to her newly-acquired skill of running with the weight of her bag around her shoulders, and fondness explodes across your chest. It's sweet and bitter at the same time, watching your daughter grow day by day. She's always changing, you realize, every day is a new one, maybe her hair gets longer, or you find a new mole along her face. It's like she's growing so fast you barely have time to savour it.
"Cute kid you have there."
You realize you're not alone upon hearing the familiar scratchy alto, and quickly blink back to reality, "ah--thank you. She can be a handful when she wants. Sometimes."
"All kids are," Kuroo tilts his head towards you, a smile on his face, "but sometimes I think they know more than we do."
You can't help but chortle, "definitely. Sakura's practically a know-it-all. She's in the phase of correcting everything that I say."
"Ooh, a bit bossy huh?"
"Tell me about it."
It's then that the bell rings, disrupting any kind of moment you might have with the PE teacher.
"Anyway," you dip your head into a small bow, "thank you for taking care of Sakura."
"It's really no trouble, miss...?"
"It's Y/N. Y/N Kosuke."
"Y/N," his golden orbs locks on yours, swirling with a kind of playfulness, with a warmth that makes your heart stutter, "well, I shall see you around, Ms. Kosuke-san."
And with that, he swerves away with a small wave as you watch his broad back disappear down the hallway, wondering whether it's stupid to imagine whether he'd winked at you or not.
Probably not.
Because why would anyone be interested in a mom right?
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The second time you bump into Kuroo Tetsurou is during Sports Day.
You remember back when you were in high school, how you'd always find an excuse to skip out on the activities -- feigning your period or cramps just to get to the nurse's office and away from your classmates -- just so that you could sit and daydream about anything and just about everything. You weren't that popular in your cohort, making it easy for you to disappear whenever you wished. But despite that, you could count on your hands the number of times you'd replaced someone and failed to deliver, causing wave after wave of disappointment as you lost team points as a result.
But now, as a grown up responsible for a child and always accustomed to doing whatever they liked even if that meant bringing you unhappiness or shame, you were obliged to attend such events. Actually enjoyed being there and watching Sakura giving it her all despite her short limbs and her lack of talent in sports. From what you can see, she clearly hasn't taken from her dad's side. Every single flaw in physical movement comes down from your side of the family and at the thought, a smile curves at the edges of your lips as you proceed to clap even harder.
"Is Papa going to be there tomorrow?" asks your daughter the night before as you're tucking her into bed. Her wide eyes are staring up at you like you're the one who can change anything in her world. And yet, just the thought that you can't grant her this one wish makes your heart quake.
You press a soft kiss along her forehead before smoothing over her features, "i'm sorry honey. I'm not sure if he'll be able to come tomorrow."
"Why not?"
"He has work to do. But he promises to be there this weekend," you try to smile, though it's hard when Sakura's face doesn't light up like it usually does at the mention of her father. That's when you prod, "everything okay, Sakura?"
Your daughter merely turns away to hide her face against her pillow. Her mumble comes out soft and practically a whisper. But you can still hear her loud and clear.
"Why doesn't he ever come?"
Your heart drops to your stomach. You move to hug her, in hopes of appeasing the pain she feels. But she's right, you can't do anything about it. About this. It's a selfish act, the act of divorcing the one whom you thought would've been your lifelong partner till the day you die. And yet, you hadn't been strong enough for her sake.
And Sakura's the one victim to all consequences that follow.
Because how can you tell her? That her father has decided to choose someone else -- another woman, instead of staying by his family and taking on his responsibilities as he should? How could you tell her that her own father has abandoned her?
Sakura isn't stupid. She's well aware of everything that happens around her. But such words coming out of her own mouth causes your own eyes to burn with tears.
"Papa loves you. He's just--busy with work. But you know that he loves you so so much right?" you hope that your murmur is enough to appease her.
And it does, for now.
Sakura snuggles closer to your bosom, small fingers gripping your t-shirt as though she doesn't want you to leave, "will you stay with me until I fall asleep?" she murmurs through closed eyelids.
You nod, smooth one hand over her forehead, "yeah. Sleep now, okay? Tomorrow's a big day."
Hence the reason why you're here. Burning under the midday sun. Hat poised over your head, and a piece of stray paper from your office that you're using as a makeshift fan.
Until now, it's proven itself useless in response to the heat.
"Come on, Greens!"
That familiar alto. Raspy and velvet like chocolate. It makes your eyes swipe right to the source only to see none other than the PE coach.
Kuroo Tetsurou is bathed in sweat as he stands by the sidelines, cap over his messy hair and eyes never straying from the row of students balancing potatoes across their tiny spoons. His t-shirt is practically soaked through from the back, showing off his array of muscles twisting and twining like vines around a bark of a tree, and when he crosses his arms over his chest you take note of the swell of his biceps. Taunting, tantalizing.
He's a catch, is what your mind thinks.
You shut it down immediately. What's the point of daydreaming when you're not ready to commit to anything? Not even a fling?
No. You'd much rather stay alone. You know exactly how it feels like to be loved and to lose that love by someone whom you thought had your heart as much as you had his. And you weren't in a rush to fall into that trap once again.
It's finally Sakura's turn and almost subconsciously, you straighten up in the bleachers to get a better look at your daughter all decked in Blue. She's holding out her spoon, tongue sticking out in concentration just as a teacher places a potato right in the middle of it.
Catching your eye from where you sit, she gives you a wide beam, all teeth, and you grin back, doing a silly little wriggle of your fingers. You do the mistake of glancing back towards your right only to meet the PE coach's eyes by mistake.
He grins a Cheshire cat smile, as if he knows that he's been caught but he doesn't care, and your own smile turns shy, ducking your head and soon averting your eyes.
The whistle sounds. The race is on.
"C'mon Sakura!" You yell as loud as you can, watching your daughter waddle in what you hope is a straight line. She's second at this point, trying hard not to lose her potato as her classmate -- a red -- blunders right through without hesitation, "C'mon Sakura! You can do it!"
Your daughter all but wobbles, lips parted in concentration as another boy zooms past. You cup your lips using your hands and shout with all your might, "C'mon Sakura! Faster!"
She finishes in third place, not a bad start for her sports confidence, and comes running straight up to you so that you pick her up with a whoop.
"That's my girl!" You nuzzle into her sweaty hair, "aren't you a big champ?!"
"Did you see mum?! I'm third!" she flaps her arms around, "I'm third! Will I get a medal?!"
"You sure will," you pinch her cheek, "and you did great! I didn't know you were good at balancing potatoes!"
"Next time I'll come in first!"
"Then we'll have to practice at home," you chuckle.
It isn't until the end of the Sports day that Kuroo Tetsurou finds you amidst the horde of parents making their way to the parking lot.
"Hey," he calls out to you as you're opening your trunk. You wave at him, slightly embarrassed as you recall the way he'd locked eyes with you briefly on the field. You strive for nonchalance as you say, "how's it going, coach?"
"Not bad, how about you?" he walks straight up to the car, waving at Sakura from the backseat before turning his attention back on you. You and the multiple bags you're organizing, "what's this?"
"Oh it's for an event," you huff out and pull a bag up into the trunk.
"Here," Kuroo's hand reaches for the next one, "let me help."
"Oh--uhm--" you weren't expecting such chivalry. Heat rises to the back of your neck and you're glad it's a hot summer's day, for you're quite certain your cheeks are flaming, "thank you."
"No problem," he sets the last bag into the trunk, pushing it all the way so that it's secure, "what kind of event is it anyway?"
"It's a corporate event," you explain as he closes the trunk for you, "I'm an event planner."
Something lights up in his golden pupils. He whistles, "haven't heard of that one before," a small smile curves at his lips, "what's the weirdest event you'd had to plan?"
"Oh don't get me started on that," you shudder, "I once had a themed birthday party, but they wanted their party to be set in changing rooms, with the theme 'haunted toilets'."
"Wha--no way," Kuroo bursts out laughing. He has a very nice smile, and a laugh that is contagious. You can't help but grin at him, "is that even legal?"
"Well if they pay you to hire your changing rooms, wouldn't you do it?"
“I suppose so,” you snort, “as long as they pay me.”
He chuckles once more, the sound rumbling through his chest and almost making you swoon. God, he's attractive, even more so when he's all sweaty for some unknown reason.
You hurriedly try to end conversation when you feel your tummy tingle with those familiar butterflies, "well--It was nice meeting you again, Coach."
"Likewise," he tips his head towards you, "and I think you've got yourself a pro athlete back there."
That makes you chortle, "I'm not quite sure, Sakura's been graced with my lack of coordination."
"I wouldn't say so. She came in third, didn't she?"
"You're right," a small smile curves at your lips, "well anyway, thank you. For everything. You're probably exhausted."
"I am, but you're good company," he grins.
Butterflies erupt through your chest and you know without a doubt that this is your cue to leave, and quickly bow to him, "thanks again Coach, see you around."
"See you," a pause, before he adds, "get home safe."
These are simple words, won't that do't matter as much and can be said oh-so-politely. But still, it makes your heart beat so fast you feel it echoing through your chest. You try not to show him your blush as you slide into the driver's seat and watch him raise a hand in mid-wave as you pull out of the parking lot. Sakura waves back with as much excitement and you wonder briefly whether she likes him so much because of the lack of father figure in your household.
Your phone rings then and you scramble for it from the passenger seat, barely able to press down on the green button as you keep your eyes on the road.
"Hello," you place it on loudspeaker and drop it to your lap as you make a turn for the motorway, "hello?"
"Hey, it's me."
Oh.
"Papa!" Sakura's exclamation comes from the back, almost makes you skid off the road as you quickly right yourself with a silent curse. Why in the world is he calling now? It's almost like he knows you were having a good time.
"Aoi," your mumble spills out, "how are you?"
"Good, good." a small pause. "how was sports day?"
"Was great, you missed Sakura in her potato-run," you try not to let the bitterness affect your tone, though it's harder to manage than expected, "how was Cali?"
"Very nice actually, Sakura would've loved it. It's warm, with beaches, and people are always doing stuff. It's a nice city."
Of course it's nice when his new wife owns a mansion and no fees are to be paid for the household. Especially nice when his new wife's family has a multi-national jewelry business and a cash flow that seems neverending.
So you cut to the chase, "why'd you call?"
"Jeez y/n," he laughs, "so brutal. Can't I even ask you how you've been?"
"I've been well, so has Sakura," your patience is running thin, "so tell me, why'd you call? Isn't it like midnight over there?"
"Actually it's still morning," there's amusement in his tone, the kind that makes you want to hurl something at him, "but anyway, I was calling to let you know about the papers."
He doesn't have to mention which papers. You know exactly what he's talking about, "what about them?"
"I've already signed them and sent them your way. You should be receiving them by the end of the week."
"Yes, and?"
There's a bout of hesitation from his side, "and I'd appreciate it if you could sign it as quickly as possible."
Another needle to your gut, "that's fine but...why the rush?"
"Ah well," you don't have to see him to know that he's currently scratching the back of his neck, a nervous tick of his whenever he's unsure or nervous. You hate that you know that about him, "we're--we might be getting married in a few months."
You're so shocked you almost barrel straight into the vehicle in front of you.
Rintarou was sprawled lazily across the couch, his head resting on your lap as your fingers absentmindedly played with his hair. You couldn’t help but smile, enjoying the quiet moment between the two of you.
“You comfy, Suna?” you asked softly, glancing down at him with a small smile.
There was a beat of silence before he shifted slightly, looking up at you with a playful smirk. “What did you just call me?”
You blinked, confused. “Suna?”
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head dramatically. “That’s not my name.”
Tilting your head, you gave him a look, amusement dancing in your eyes. “Uh… yes, it is?”
Propping himself up on one elbow, he gave you a teasing grin. “No, no. In this house, it’s Rin, or Rintarou if you want to be serious about it. But Suna? Feels like I’m just a classmate or something.”
You rolled your eyes, hiding your grin. “Oh really? So we’re not on a last-name basis now?”
“Not unless you want to start treating me like a business associate,” he teased, leaning in a little closer with a smirk. “You want to do that? Maybe shake my hand every morning and send emails instead of texts?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re being ridiculous.”
His eyes sparkled with amusement as he sat up fully, leaning toward you. “Well, if you keep calling me Suna, I might have to start charging for boyfriend privileges.”
Raising an eyebrow, you played along. “Boyfriend privileges? So if I don’t call you Rin, I don’t get those, huh?”
He nodded seriously, though the grin on his face betrayed him. “Exactly. Gotta call me by the right name if you want all the perks.”
Smirking, you leaned in closer, voice teasing. “You sure about that, Suna?”
“Oh, you’re funny,” he shot back, his eyes narrowing playfully as his smirk turned into a full grin. “Keep that up, and we’ll see how much you miss me when Rintarou takes a break.”
You burst out laughing, finally giving in. “Alright, Rin, you win.”
“Now we’re talking,” he said, leaning back into you with a satisfied grin. “Much better.”
Wrapping your arms around him, you were still giggling. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “That’s what makes me fun, isn’t it?”
the curious case of kageyama tobio's love life / kageyama tobio x reader
genre(s): crack + fluff! timeskip au (third year/graduation), investigative report format, secretly dating trope, drunk x sober LMFAO
warnings(s): drunk people and house parties... (underage drinking is not! recommended here!), defs multiple/many uses of y/n because of how the fic is formatted but you need to trust the process PLEASE (sorry!) also reader's ass gets slapped by kags as a dare...
wc: ~4k
tldr; below is a transcript, recounted by partygoers hinata shoyo, tsukishima kei, yachi hitoka, and yamaguchi tadashi, of the happenings at hinata shoyo's graduation house party, set on the night of 29th march. any and all hearings have been sworn to be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. they think. probably.
[Report #1- Initiated by Hinata Shoyo]
Date of occurrence: March 29
Time of occurrence: 7:20pm
Location of occurrence: Living room
Kageyama Tobio is the third guest to arrive at Hinata Shoyo's residence, twenty minutes after Tsukishima Kei and Yamaguchi Tadashi. He carries with him the items that were agreed on the night prior- two twelve-packs of beer, one two litre bottle of coke, one Nintendo switch, and two Nintendo Pro controllers. Upon entry, Hinata Shoyo greets him at the door, and the following conversation ensues between Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio.
[Transcript #1- provided by Hinata Shoyo]
S. Hinata: You're here, what's good! You got the stuff too?
T. Kageyama: Yeah. Where's everyone else?
S. Hinata: Daichi's on patrol until eight, Suga's picking him up when he's done. Yachi's lining up to pick up the cake with y/n-
T. Kageyama: Cool, I'll put the stuff down there. (He signals to the kitchen counter across the living room)
[End of transcript #1]
Kageyama Tobio proceeds to the television, where he sets up his Nintendo on the dock. He then offers a controller to Tsukishima Kei, who accepts, and joins Kageyama in a game of Super Smash Bros. Upon opening the character menu, half of his characters are unavailable for use, evident by the following conversation that ensues between Tsukishima Kei and Kageyama Tobio.
[Transcript #2- Provided by Tsukishima Kei]
T. Kageyama: What the fuck?
K. Tsukishima: For someone who's had this game since release, you're pretty shit if you can barely move past the starter characters.
T. Kageyama: Shut up. [He proceeds to the home page of his console.]
K. Tsukishima: Sure.
[End of transcript #2]
Kageyama Tobio then leaps to the dock, unplugging it for a total of forty-two (Hinata Shoyo estimates) seconds. During its downtime, he is seen to be wiping his neck with one hand, tapping at the screen with the other. The game of Super Smash Bros ensues when he replugs it onto the dock, to reveal a fully unlocked character selection screen. Kageyama Tobio, who plays Sonic the Hedgehog, loses 1:2 against Tsukishima Kei, who plays Sora. But don't tell him that Hinata Shoyo kept count. Thanks.
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[Report #2- Initiated by Yachi Hitoka]
Date of occurrence: March 29
Time of occurrence: 7:46pm
Location of occurrence: Living room, kitchen
Yachi Hitoka and y/n are the sixth and seventh guests to arrive at Hinata Shoyo's residence. By the time they step foot into the house, Hinata Shoyo is three vodka redbulls in, courtesy of Tanaka Ryunosuke and Nishinoya Yuu's contributions to the party's catalogue of available drinks, and is shooting down a fourth with Yamaguchi Tadashi, who is on his first drink of the night. Tsukishima Kei is one can of beer in, and is wrestling Kageyama Tobio on the couch, who is two cans of beer in. Upon entry, Hinata Shoyo slings an arm around Yamaguchi Tadashi, and drags him along to greet the two guests. The following conversation ensues between Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shoyo, Yamaguchi Tadashi, and y/n.
[Transcript #3- Provided by Yachi Hitoka]
Y/n: What is going on...?
S. Hinata: You're heeeere! C'mon, take a bit from me! [Hinata Shoyo proceeds to tilt his glass too far into his face, and breathe in roughly 250mL of redbull mixed with vodka. He chokes. Yamaguchi Tadashi attempts to worm out of Hinata Shoyo's grasp. His attempt is unsuccessful.]
H. Yachi: If this is what forty minutes looks like, I don't think I wanna know what happens later.
Y/n: Why are they wrestling like... that?
H. Yachi: Men.
T. Yamaguchi: Men.
S. Hinata: [coughs]
Y/n: Understandable.
[End of transcript #3]
Y/n heads to the kitchen counter, where they set a cake into the fridge. Kageyama Tobio breaks free from Tsukishima Kei's sloppy side pin at this moment. Tsukishima Kei heads for the bathroom, and does not return until twenty minutes later. It is unsure what occurred in the bathroom, but not of importance. Kageyama makes a beeline for the fridge, and stubs his toe on the corner of the kitchen counter. He is...unusually uncoordinated, and barges into the space beside y/n, only to grab a third beer and push his way out again. Y/n shoots him a side eye, one that nobody else notices, except for Yachi Hitoka, who is currently writing this report. It's pretty scary, actually, they're a little scary with the side eye. But that is besides the point.
Y/n does not take a drink, but instead heads to the now empty couch, where they pick up the discarded Nintendo Pro controllers off the ground, and invite Yamaguchi Tadashi and Yachi Hitoka to a game of Super Smash Bros. Upon entering the game, y/n selects Sonic as their character. Kageyama Tobio returns to the couch with a can of beer at this moment, and the following conversation ensues between y/n, and Kageyama Tobio.
[Transcript #4- Provided by Yachi Hitoka]
T. Kageyama: Why aren't you picking Ness?
Y/n: I feel like Sonic today, so why not?
T. Kageyama: Sonic's difficult, even for me. Fun, though.
Y/n: I never get to play Sonic, so now that I can, I'm using him.
T. Kageyama: ...Fair enough.
[End of transcript #4]
Following the conversation, Kageyama Tobio does not leave the area. He leans with his forearms against the edge of the couch, and his hands hanging just above y/n's shoulders. He does, however, watch the game and the game only. Y/n, who plays Sonic the Hedgehog, ties with Yachi Hitoka, who plays Kirby. They both lose to Yamaguchi Tadashi, who plays Joker.
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[Report #3- initiated by Tsukishima Kei]
Date of occurrence: March 29
Time of occurrence: 9:02pm
Location of occurrence: Living room
Disclaimer: Tsukishima Kei would like to preface that from this point onwards, his recounts may be liable to errors in continuity and/or accuracy. This is because by 9pm, he was three cans of beer, and one can of Jack Daniels and coke in. Daichi Sawamura, in his fancy police uniform and all, insisted on staying sober, so he will be fact checking any of Tsukishima Kei's recounts up until the point when he leaves the party prematurely. Daichi Sawamura will be aided by Sugawara Koushi, who also insisted on staying sober. For the children, he said. From Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi's departures onwards, any and all informtaion provided by Tsukishima Kei is subject to human error and inaccuracies. Apologies for the inconvenience.
[The following is fact checked by Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi]
Hinata Shoyo, who has managed to hold in four vodka redbulls, one can of beer, and half a vodka cruiser thus far, makes the suggestion to play drunken truth or dare. At this point in time, Kageyama Tobio is three cans of beer, and two cans of Jack Daniels and coke in. He is half-asleep on y/n, who looks visibly distraught, like when a guy you're not really into thinks he's allowed to sleep on your shoulder. At Hinata's proposal of truth or dare, y/n speaks into the air, however, it is inaudible to Tsukishima Kei, who has just returned from another twenty minute break in the bathroom. What can be said? The guy needs his downtime away from the rest of these drunk idiots. (This is a Daichi Sawamura approved comment)
In y/n's hand is a red cup, however, it is unconfirmed whether its contents are alcoholic or not. Everybody sits in a circle on the ground of Hinata Shoyo's living room, and in the fourth round of truth or dare, the following conversation ensues between Hinata Shoyo, y/n, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, and Yachi Hitoka.
[Transcript #5- Provided by Tsukishima Kei (aided by Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi)]
S. Hinata: Who's to SAYYYY...it isn't somebody...RIGHT HEEEEERE! [Hinata Shoyo swirls a bottled vodka cruiser in circles, and spills rougly 15mL of its contents onto his carpet. Nobody notices this. The carpet is not cleaned until the next morning. This will be of importance.]
T. Kageyama: Yeahhhhh...YEAAAAAAH! It HAAAAS to be somebody here, riiiiiiight?...RIIIIIIIGHT? [Kageyama Tobio nudges y/n's shoulders as he prods on. His inquisition is futile, as y/n does not respond directly to his advances. However, they shoot him a look. You know, the look of panic when a guy that you're a little bit into starts totally hitting on you in front of everyone.]
Y/n: Yachi's question was are you into anybody. Yes, I am. Who's next?
K. Tsukishima: Well...it's no FUN if you're not telling us whooooo! C'monnn, a guy hits on you every other day...it's BOOOOORING if you don't tell usssssss...specifics! Yeah, specifics!
T. Kageyama: You're...stiiiiiill getting hit on by OTHERRRR GUYSSSSS? [Kageyama Tobio proceeds to grab y/n by the shoulders, and turn them to face himself. Y/n is visibly taken aback. They shoot another look. the kind of look where your mouth is open and you suddenly stop blinking because you aren't sure how to anymore.]
Y/n: Can we...can we please move on to the next person? Thanks! [Y/n taps Kageyama Tobio's wrists two times. Kageyama Tobio releases y/n from his grasp, and folds his arms.]
H. Yachi: Goooooootcha! [Yachi Hitoka takes a swig from a red cup. Its contents are known to be cream soda and vodka in a 7:1 ratio, courtesy of Hinata Shoyo's contributions to the party's catalogue of available drinks. At this moment, Yachi Hitoka is two drinks in, and that is already two drinks too many.] So, Yamaguchi! Truuuuuuuth...or dare?
[End of transcript #5]
This round of truth or dare continues for another thirteen minutes. No further interactions are recorded between Kageyama Tobio and y/n within this timeframe. Daichi Sawamura and Sugawara Koushi leave the party prematurely at 9:20pm.
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[Report #4- Initiated by Tsukishima Kei]
Date of occurrence: March 29
Time of occurrence: 9:52pm
Location of occurrence: Living room, kitchen
[The following is not fact checked by Daichi Sawamura or Sugawara Koushi, and may contain inaccuracies. Ensure to cross check with multiple reliable sources. As reliable as you can get with a group of hammered, freshly graduated young adults, and their enabling seniors, at least. For the record, Tsukishima Kei has ceased his consumption of alcohol by this point in time. Tsukishima Kei's brother, Tsukishima Akiteru, gives him the talk when he returns home the following day, but that is not of importance. So don't worry about it. Just know that Tsukishima Kei was the second most responsible drinker of the night. Thanks.]
At approximately...9:52pm? Yes, 9:52pm, sure. At 9:52pm, y/n separates from the truth or dare circle, and proceeds towards the kitchen. They are seen filling up a red cup with coke, and nothing else. While y/n is away from the larger group, the following conversation ensues between Nishinoya Yuu, Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, and Hinata Shoyo.
[Transcript #6- Provided by Tsukishima Kei]
Y. Nishinoya: No...I'VE GOT a GOOOOOOOOD ONE FOR HIM! ...KAGEYAMA! I...daaaaaare YOU!
K. Tsukishima: He asked for a truuuuuuuuuuth, not a...DAAAARE!
S. Hinata: GODDAMN LET HIIIIIIM FINISHHHHHH....
Y. Nishinoya: Yeaaaaaah, asshooooooole. Leeeeeet me FINISHHHHHH! [Nishinoya Yuu sniffs, and stares into the ceiling for four seconds. Not a single thought is coherent in Nishinoya Yuu's mind.]
T. Kageyama: Whaaaat am I dooooing! I'm gaaaaame enough...for ANYTHING! ANYTHIIIIIING! [Kageyama Tobio possesses a look that is a little insane, and proceeds to...beat at his chest? What the fuck? Did he actually beat at his fucking chest? (This is not Daichi Sawamura approved. Please cross check with reliable sources.)]
Y. Nishinoya: I daaaare YOU! To smack y/n's aaaaaaaass...hahah...ha.... [Nishinoya Yuu falls over to the side. He remains in slumber for the next thirty-two minutes.]
S. Hinata: Thaaaaaat...is CRAAAZY! Kaaaageyamaaaaa...are youuuuu! Gaaaaaame enoughhhhh!
[End of transcript #5]
Kageyama Tobio pushes himself off the ground at Hinata Shoyo and Nishinoya Yuu's provocations. He snickers to himself, and walks to the kitchen, where y/n is placing the two litre bottle of coke into the fridge. Kageyama Tobio proceeds to advance towards y/n, and smacks their behind, before…squeezing it? And then jiggling it in his- what the…fuck is going on? (This is not Daichi Sawamura approved, please cross check with reliable sources.) Y/n snaps around at the abrupt impact, and empties the contents of their cup onto Kageyama Tobio. It's a shame Nishinoya Yuu is too knocked out to witness what he has provoked. Sucks. The following commotion ensues between Kageyama Tobio, and y/n. Please note that parts of the conversation were inaudible from the truth or dare circle's location.
[Transcript #6- Provided by Tsukishima Kei, Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shoyo, and Yamaguchi Tadashi]
Y/n: WHATTTTT the FUCK KAGEYAMA.
T. Kageyama: [inaudible]
Y/n: Oh...my fucking God! You are! Very drunk!
T. Kageyama: [Turns to the truth or dare circle.] TOOOLD YOU! I'M GAAAAAME ENOUGH! FOR AAAAAAAANYTHING!
Y/n: [inaudible]...NISHINOYA! [Y/n shoots a look towards the truth or dare circle. One of disdain. Contempt, even. In hindsight, the dare was much too inappropriate. Here is a reminder for everybody to apologise at the next available chance.]
T. Kageyama: Soooorry, [inaudible].
Y/n: [inaudible]...God, I should have never did it to you the first time. Not the place. Not! the place! [Y/n proceeds to grab Kageyama Tobio by the shoulders, turning him around. Kageyama Tobio is ushered into the bathroom, alongside y/n. Y/n shoots one more look at the truth or dare circle. Tsukishima Kei, as he writes this transcript, is beginning to understand Yachi Hitoka's slight fear of y/n. It's the side eye. They are definitely a little scary with the side eye.]
T. Kageyama: Ouuuuuu, the BAAAATHROOM! Thaaat's a firstttttt. [Kageyama Tobio wiggles his brows, and it's kind of creepy. Like when a guy is trying a little too hard to get laid, and is throwing every existing pickup line at you. Y/n smacks him in the side of his head, and pushes Kageyama Tobio into the bathroom. They slam the bathroom door shut and lock it. The two do not return until fifteen minutes later. It is unsure what occurred during that timeframe.]
[End of transcript #6]
When Kageyama Tobio and y/n return to the living room, it is approximately 10:12pm. Nishinoya Yuu is still asleep on the floor, and shows mild signs of...nevermind. Yachi Hitoka and Yamaguchi Tadashi have moved on to drunken karaoke. Hinata Shoyo and Tanaka Ryunosuke learn to do the Rasputin beside Nishinoya Yuu's unconscious body. Kageyama Tobio and y/n settle beside Yamaguchi Tadashi and Yachi Hitoka respectively, and pretend to be at a concert where the singers can barely remember their own lyrics and aren't sure what notes to hit. Tsukishima Kei wants to go home, but hasn't gathered a satisfactory amount of blackmail yet. Therefore, Tsukishima Kei stays the night. He passes out on the living room carpet at 12:03am.
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[Report #6- Initiated by Yamaguchi Tadashi and Hinata Shoyo]
Date of occurrence: March 30
Time of occurrence: 12:12am
Location of occurrence: Living room
Disclaimer: Any and all recounts made my Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi from this point onwards may be liable to errors and inaccuracies. Since Tsukishima Kei made the disclaimer, the two believed they too were responsible for making one of their own. They admit that they were not responsible drinkers. They also admit that this will, undoubtedly, happen again.
12:12am is a time of silence. By this time, Tsukishima Kei has fallen asleep on the carpet, just beside Hinata Shoyo’s cruiser spill. He does not wake until 11:13am of March 30. Yachi Hitoka leaves the residence at approximately 11:30pm, alongside Tanaka Ryunosuke and Nishinoya Yuu, who are all picked up by Kiyoko Shimizu. Yamaguchi Tadashi and Hinata Shoyo are positioned at the kitchen counter, where they eat the graduation cake with their bare hands. At this point in time, Yamaguchi Tadashi has ceased all alcohol consumption, tapping out at two vodka redbulls, and two cream soda and vodkas in a 5:1 ratio. Hinata Shoyo, who has thrown up twice between this report and the last, has also ceased all alcohol consumption, tapping out at four vodka redbulls, one can of beer, and one vodka cruiser. Does cake work as a hangover cure? So sinful, so decadent…who gets to eat the happy graduation chocolate sign? Pay that no mind, for it is unimportant. What is of importance, is Kageyama Tobio and y/n’s current form.
Kageyama Tobio, who has tapped out after three cans of beer, two cans of Jack Daniels and coke, and an additional shot of pure vodka, stirs in his half slumber. This is no regular half slumber, but is one of intimacy, and of lovesick vulnerability, evident by his entire body splayed across y/n’s lap. At the time of this report, it is unsure whether y/n has consumed any amount of alcohol, but their sobriety is to be applauded regardless. (Please do not inform Kageyama Tobio of Hinata Shoyo’s comments on his character. Thanks.)
Y/n proceeds to bounce their leg twice, no, three times. Yes, three times is what it takes for Kageyama Tobio to stir awake. Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi advance towards the couch at this moment, with the intention of smearing cake over Kageyama Tobio and y/n. However, upon entering the vicinity of the living room, the following conversation ensues between Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shoyo, and y/n. Please be reminded that Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi are both drunk out of their mind, and that the conversation was one of whispers. For that reason, any and all details of the transcript are liable to errors, redaction, and/or inaccuracies. Apologies for the inconvenience.
[Transcript #7- Provided by Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi]
T. Kageyama: [inaudible]…leave?
Y/n: Do you? [inaudible]…car [inaudible]
T. Kageyama: I don’t [inaudible]…ow. [Kageyama Tobio rubs at his temples. Hinata Shoyo believes he is crying, but also don’t tell Kageyama Tobio he thinks that. (This is not Daichi Sawamura approved. Please cross check with reliable sources.)]
Y/n: Alright. Upsies now, I’ll drop you off. [Y/n pushes Kageyama Tobio’s body off of their lap. Kageyama Tobio whines. Hinata Shoyo is recording this entire ordeal, but there is frosting on the camera from fumbling for his phone with cake-covered hands. It is unclear who is speaking in the video, or what is happening, really.]
T. Kageyama: Drop me…offffffff? BUT I THOOOOOUGHT- [Y/n proceeds to punch Kageyama Tobio in the side, to which he doubles over. Kageyama Tobio begins to giggle uncontrollably on the ground.]
Y/n: Yes. I'm dropping you off, Tobio. Hinata? [Y/n turns to Hinata Shoyo, who throws his phone onto the ground upon being spotted. They leave the couch, and attempt to pull Kageyama Tobio to his feet. Kageyama Tobio is still giggling, and is unable to find his grounding.]
S. Hinata: Y-yeeeeeees...? [Why are they looking at Hinata Shoyo like that? No, seriously, he's getting scared thinking about it again as he writes this transcript.]
Y/n: I think I'll head out, Kageyama needs a drop off and I'm getting tired. This was fun! Thanks for holding the party, happy grad! I'll catch you around, yeah?
S. Hinata: Of COUUUUUUUUURSE...! Youuuu're NEVER! Getting rid of USSSSS!
Y/n: Yeah, of course. See you soon, Hinata. Good luck with the cleanup. [Y/n has finally managed to pull Kageyama Tobio to his feet. They yank Kageyama Tobio by the arm, and push him out the front door.]
[End of transcript #7]
At 12:15am, Kageyama Tobio and Y/n leave Hinata Shoyo's residence. Yamaguchi Tadashi, and Tsukishima Kei do not leave until the day of March 30.
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[Report #7- Initiated by Tsukishima Kei, Hinata Shoyo, Yamaguchi Tadashi]
Date of occurrence: March 30
Time of occurrence: 11:13am
Location of occurrence: Living room
Tsukishima Kei is the first to wake from the stench of the cruiser spill by his nose. God, fuck, everything hurts. Is this what death feels like? A hangover? Also, that spill? Foul, fucking rank. It comes as no surprise that vodka, steeped into the fuzz of an unwashed carpet, would undoubtedly stink. That is beside the point. Tsukishima Kei leaves the ground at the stench, and searches for his phone. He is afraid. He promised to be home by midnight. His brother is going to kill him. Following two minutes of mindless smacking at the ground, Tsukishima Kei finally finds his device. Upon closer inspection, however, the following conversation is shown on the phone.
[Transcript #8- Provided by Y/n]
Y/n: r u dead???? -1:02am
Y/n: hurry up i wanna sleep:( -1:02am
Y/n: im not hearing water istg if ur not showering im gonna fucking drown u babe i dunked SODA all over u -1:03am
Y/n: r u hearing me -1:05am
Y/n: kageyama tobio r u hearing me because i still am not hearing water from my bathroom -1:05am
Y/n: if you don't shower ur sleeping on the ground tn -1:07am
Y/n: tobio r u done omg hurry up i wanna sleep sb -1:27am
[4 missed calls from: Y/n]
[End of transcript #8]
Upon this discovery, Tsukishima Kei wakes Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi, who sleep on the couch for the night. The three ruminate on their next course of action, before the phone rings. The following conversation ensues between Tsukishima Kei, and y/n. Hinata Shoyo and Yamaguchi Tadashi choose to act as bystanders.
[Transcript #9- Provided by Tsukishima Kei]
Y/n: ...Fuck.
K. Tsukishima: So.
Y/n: He dropped it while wrestling you, didn't he.
K. Tsukishima: ...We wrestled?
[End of transcript #9]
[Case Closed]
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bonus:
When you realise that Tobio's phone is MIA, he finally returns from your bathroom. Barely clothed, he shakes his head, and droplets of water come flying from his hair. His feet are heavy against the floor, and he isn't sure if he'll even make it to your bed at this rate, until you come darting out of your room, phone in hand.
"Tobio, where is your phone?"
"My phone?" His phone, it's in the bathroom, like it always is when he showers, right? Tobio grunts, annoyed at the extra return journey to the bathroom. He swipes at his T-shirt on the bathroom counter-right, that's where his shirt has gone. What meets his fingers is cold porcelain, and he frowns, pulling his shirt over his head.
"Not...here? Good question...where is it?"
You drag Tobio to your room, shutting the door behind you. When he spares no time to roll into your bed, blissfully unaware, you glare at him, and remind yourself that you do, in fact, love the guy. Even if he drunkenly slapped your ass in front of everybody four hours prior, forgot about your warnings and drank much too far past his limit, and has by now, probably outed your relationship to everyone at the party, despite keeping it perfectly hidden for over a year. Unfortunately, you remind yourself once again that you indeed, do love Kageyama Tobio, so this can wait. What is important now, is catching up on lost slumber, and forcing Tobio to join you.
Crawling into bed beside him, you finally melt into his arms for the first time tonight, away from the eyes of the Karasuno volleyball team. Tobio smiles, satisfied with the way that you're relaxing against him, instead of pushing him off and smacking his head. He inhales the scent of your shampoo, slips his hands beneath your shirt to hold your bare waist. This is comfortable. You are comfortable. Better than whatever he was on at that party.
"Oh well, who cares? You probably dropped it while wrestling with Tsukishima."
"...I wrestled Tsukishima?"
author's note:
I hope this is as fun to read as it was to write and i also hope it's actually good because it's so crack that there's not really any fluff until the bonus bit at the end BUT i'll come back with some proper butterfly inducing fluff and or angst soon!! love u all!!
IWAIZUMI HAJIME, your big brother’s best friend, who always visited your home when they were in high school. You looked up to him the same way you did for your Tooru-nii, until he came home from the States.
You welcomed Hajime with a big hug. You felt safe and protected in his arms that seemed to be more muscular than you could remember. You were so small around him as he grew a lot taller too. His jaw was now chiseled to perfection and he aged so handsomely you got weak in the knees. He‘s no longer the stand-in big brother you once knew. In your eyes, he’s now a man.
He still visited your home frequently even when your Tooru-nii’s already in Argentina. You tried your best to look pretty and mature but he always ruffled your hair like a little child.
You watched as you saw a woman talking to him—flirtatiousness was evident in her actions. It’s only normal that a lot of ladies fancied him since he's quite a catch, but you just couldn’t bear to see it.
You caught him saw you but you pretended not to notice and chose to walk away instead. He kept calling your name and you felt his hand on your elbow, stopping you from walking.
“Hey, it’s late at night. I’ll walk you home.”
Tears involuntarily fell from your eyes and he was quick to notice. He cupped your head with both of his hands, caressing and comforting you. “What’s wrong huh? What happened?” he asked so sweetly yet it broke your heart even more. You were just a little sister after all.
“Nothing. Burn out, I guess,” you responded, concealing the truth.
You gazed upon him, giving him a lonely smile with vulnerability shrouding your orbs. His eyes turned half-lidded the longer you stare. You tiptoed, reaching out for him and he leaned closer and closer until your lips met, tentatively. It was soft and gentle but it wasn’t enough so you kissed some more. His lips were treading yours as if he was savoring something he couldn’t believe was happening.
You parted to take a breath. His eyes caught yours as you both heaved in longing and want.
“I’m sorry,” he said and you were left accepting your fate as your heart broke into pieces in his arms. Perhaps, one kiss was enough to know that he couldn’t see you the same way. “Y/N, I’m sorry…I can’t be your big brother anymore.”
Your eyes widened in hopeful disbelief. “Then don’t, Hajime.” you said, breathlessly.
“Are you sure?” he asked through the rise and fall of his chest.
“I am-“
And he captured you in a fervent kiss. His arms wrapped tightly around you, squeezing you closer to him as he devoured you with his lips. He took out all the frustrations of trying to be your stand-in big brother as an excuse to stay close to you. All this time he’d rather scoop you into his strong arms than ruffle your hair. How much he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were and how mesmerized he was of you ever since he had come home from the States. He’s down so bad he kept on thinking how it would be like to kiss you so passionately like this. Oh, how badly Hajime wanted be more than just your brother’s best friend but be your man.
it’s fukurodani’s last game, and even though they lose, it’s a good fight, and bokuto runs to hug akaashi, runs and starts sobbing, sobbing into the crook of akaashi’s neck. “akaashi,” he sobs, “you’re the best setter i’ll ever have!”
it’s their last match together, for akaashi won’t go pro, but the memories built and bonds established together will never waver.
Contents: smut; established relationship; feminization, "femboy", heavy praise kink (Kenma); rough sex; creampie; Christmas themes
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“But as long as you’d love me so—
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snoooow”
Kenma tries not to visibly cringe at the cheery music as he emerges from his office, finally finished with his obligatory three-hour “Christmas special” stream.
As you had been for the past month, you’re softly singing along to some Christmas carol playing from your shitty laptop speaker. You had busied yourself with reorganizing the presents under the full-sized tree—something you had insisted on buying for the apartment.
Kenma had little more interest in most holidays than the “free day from school” perks. But as he watches you scurry around your shared living room wearing candy cane-themed stockings, an oversized ugly Christmas sweater, and a hundred-yen-store Santa hat, Kenma is thankful you had expressed your desire to celebrate with him. He will gladly participate in anything that makes you this innocently cheerful.
Your background music is abruptly cut short and you frown when you realize your laptop has just died again. But the disappointment is cut short when you notice Kenma, standing awkwardly by the couch in the dark Christmas sweater you had insisted he wear for his stream.
“KenKen—your stream is over?”
Kenma smiles softly at how eager you look, eyes practically sparkling.
“Yeah, I’m free now. You wanted to open presents, right?”
You nod quickly, guiding him to the couch and leaving only to retrieve a cup of hot cocoa—extra whipped cream—and a slice of homemade apple pie, placing them both in front of him on the coffee table. He thanks you quietly, predictably digging into the apple pie first.
“So I think we should start with your family’s gifts first,” you begin, already passing him a small stack of presents, all wrapped in identical green and red paper.
After nearly half an hour you two had finally worked your way through nearly all of the presents. Most were the typical things–an abhorrent amount of socks and pajamas from your families, Kenma’s mother gifting both of you very cringey matching couple sets with any video game character she saw. You had to try very hard not to laugh at Kenma’s face when you opened a matching Kirby and Jigglypuff sweater set with a handwritten heart note.
“Aww, don’t pout KenKen, your mom was just being thoughtful.”
“They’re not even in the same series.”
A few gifts had been surprising–namely Kuroo’s cat ear headphones—to which Kenma promptly sent a text telling Kuroo to never buy him Christmas gift ever again— and even a signed pro jersey from Hinata. Even if he didn’t voice it, you noticed how touched Kenma seemed by the gesture and you made a mental note to buy something to display it in the apartment. A few gifts were even from Kenma’s fans, sending various game merchandise, snacks from their country, and even fan art of the two of you.
Finally, the last remaining gifts were the ones you made for each other. You didn’t want to pressure Kenma to buy you anything fancy–and you also couldn’t afford to reciprocate with anything fancy, so you set a strict budget.
Kenma was unexpectedly good at keeping secrets so you weren’t sure what he had gotten you–probably a game he wanted you to play together but the box was unexpectedly big—
Regardless, you knew what you got him , and it was something you had been thinking about for months. Needless to say, you were eager for him to open it.
“Who should go firs—”
“I’ll go!”
Kenma raises a brow but complies as you all but shove your gift into his hands. The outside is unassuming—a flat package wrapped in red paper with a holographic silver stick-on bow in the center. Somehow, he feels vaguely uneasy.
Cautiously, Kenma begins unwrapping the gift. You practically vibrate with excitement in your seat, eagerly watching as his thin fingers peel away the final layers of colorful paper.
Finally, your present reveals itself, soft nylon fabric in a bright red shade. Kenma seems confused, unsure of what exactly he is looking at until he shifts and the fabric unravels into two long strips.
“Ta-daa,” you cheer, “your very own pair of thigh-high stockings!”
Kenma looks horrified.
“This is a joke,” Kenma states, sounding like he’s trying to convince himself just as much as you.
“What do you mean? Don’t you like them? Look, they’re even Christmas-themed!”
You guide his hands over to the top of the socks where a large red ribbon sits. Two short red strings dangle the ribbon with a small, fuzzy white ball at the end each. You make him squeeze the soft ball for good measure. His expression doesn’t change.
“Why would you buy me these? You wasted actual, real-life money for this,” Kenma bemoans.
“Didn’t your fans suggest something like this before? I think they called them programmer socks—”
“ Oh my god please stop talking.”
Kenma lets out a long, suffering groan as you eye him with an absolute shit-eating grin.
It’s fine, he thinks. You wanted to be a little shit like Kuroo but it was just a prank. He could probably Venmo back the money you wasted on this and never have to think of this situation ever again. He’ll toss them in the back of the closet next to those cat ear headphones Kuroo bought him.
He is proven wrong when you nudge his shin with your own stocking-clad toes and give him an expectant look.
“Well?”
“What?”
“Aren’t you going to try them on?”
Kenma’s brain very obviously fries and you have to resist the urge to laugh at his expression.
“C’mon, I spent actual, real-life money on these," you tease, throwing his words back at him, "I wanna see you wear them at least once!”
“You have to be joking,” he all but whines.
Your excited expression tells him you are very much not joking. Kenma considers refusing more firmly. He knows you genuinely care about him and would never push him to do something he was uncomfortable with—or at least so long as it wouldn’t actually kill him.
But your eyes are wide and practically sparkling as you look at him expectantly with that cute little grin–the crippling humiliation that will likely haunt him every night for the rest of his life is nothing compared to your happiness. Kenma sighs deeply and you know you’ve won.
He ignores your excited squeals as he stands up and shuffles towards the bathroom in something akin to a walk of shame.
As Kenma stares at his own lithe form in the mirror he’s positive that he has never felt so mortified in his whole life. Not when he accidentally set a ball into Lev’s face during a match in high school. Not when he missed his ult in a team fight and cost his team the ranked match in League. Not even when he came so hard he nearly passed out while getting his dick sucked during a live stream.
Kenma can barely even recognize himself in the mirror, eyes flitting from his familiar golden gaze down to his oversized black and white Nightmare Before Christmas sweater and, finally, to his thin legs wrapped in an inappropriately bright red pair of thigh-high socks.
Somehow, the stockings feel even more exposing than if he were just naked. He feels like some cheap, poorly drawn femboy character in a hentai. One of his first thoughts was they don’t look nearly as appealing on him as they do on you. His legs are too lanky–straight and lean from years of volleyball but missing the curve of healthy fat yours have. His face heats up as he visualizes your thighs currently clad in your own pair of red and white striped stockings.
“KenKen are you ready yet? You’re taking foreeeeever!”
His heart rate picks up and he tries to remind himself it's just you, the person who makes him feel safest. He’s going to go out there, you’re going to see how cringe he looks, then you'll both laugh and never talk about this again.
He takes a deep breath and opens the door, immediately meeting your gaze as you sit on the couch where he left you. Breath bated, he watches as your eyes dart down his body, darting around his lower half with your mouth agape. He tries his best not to squirm under your stare.
“Fuck, Ken,” you chuckle breathily, “you look amazing.”
Kenma’s breath hitches, certainly not expecting that type of response. As you continue to take him in he realizes your gaze looks almost hungry, like you’re ready to devour him–shit, are you seriously into this?
He finds his answer in the way you motion him over, helpless in how his body obeys before he can even process the silent request. You reach out hesitantly, fingertips so close to his thighs he can feel your body heat even through the thin fabric. You glance up at him, asking permission, and he’s nodding immediately, desperate for your touch.
Your fingers land near his left knee, trailing up slowly and making his whole body tremble lightly. When your fingertips catch on the hem of the stockings he nearly gasps and then you're brushing his soft skin directly, only stopping when you reach the edge of the sweater that’s just barely covering his rapidly hardening cock.
“You’re so pretty,” you praise, "my pretty boy."
Kenma makes a choked sound, surprised and mildly offended but also awfully turned on to hear any form of praise from your lips. No, he wants to argue, you’re the pretty one –but you look up at him, so pleased, that he can’t remember how to speak.
“And now we match,” you sing, tone innocent as you raise your leg between his own. His eyes follow, nearly hypnotized by the contrast between your red-and-white stockings against his red ones before your clothed shin brushes against his crotch in a way that is anything but innocent. He has to grab the back of the couch near your head to keep his knees from buckling as he groans.
You seem to take some form of pity on him because you let up on his crotch with a giggle, making room for him to sit down beside you and catch his breath. Even when you let him rest your attention never strays from the item of clothing, hand idly stroking his thigh while you continue to drink in the sight of his pale skin contrasting with the scarlet cloth.
“Do you really like it that much,” he asks, almost hesitant.
He’s surprised at how sheepish you become, moving your hand away as your face slightly flushes.
“Um–yeah. I know it’s kinda weird, sorry, you just look really pretty sometimes.”
Kenma frowns slightly and takes your hand back, returning it to his thigh with his own on top of yours. The action was meant to reassure you but it felt too bold and he avoids eye contact as he speaks.
“You don’t have to apologize, I don’t hate it…”
He sees the way you perk up, practically beaming, from the corner of his eye and is quick to clarify less you try to buy him a pair of panties or something next year.
“It’s not my thing—I prefer seeing you in cute clothes…but I can try things like this if it makes you this happy.”
“Aww, KenKen, that’s so sweet!”
Kenma huffs, breath nearly knocked out of him when you launch yourself into his chest, planting noisy kisses all over his face. He tries his best to scowl but he’s pretty sure he’s failing by the way you giggle at his expression. Your Santa hat gets knocked off in the commotion but neither of you care. Kenma even takes the opportunity to bury his fingers in your messy hair as your kisses finally focus on his lips.
Eventually, the kisses deepen, morphing from quick pecks to slow and open-mouthed. Your tongue invades his mouth, gravity giving you a clear advantage as you take charge of this kiss. But not one to easily accept defeat, Kenma takes the opportunity to grab a handful of your ass in a way that has you gasping in surprise. You start to grind on him, both of you letting out soft sounds between kisses.
It’s you who pulls away first, making Kenma softly whine in protest, gaze hazy as he blinks up at you in question.
“Wanna ride you,” you explain simply.
Kenma hisses out his approval and obediently waits as you pull down your lounge shorts. You yank them down your legs and fling them across the living room with a little too much force, accidentally hitting the Christmas tree. You laugh at the sight of your fuzzy white shorts hanging on the tree like some soft of kinky Christmas ornament but Kenma is quick to redirect your attention by pulling you back down for another kiss.
He grips your ass again, this time bare, and moves his fingers to prepare you for his dick but—
He abruptly stops and pulls away from the kiss in shock.
“You’re already this wet?” His expression looks genuinely surprised and you can’t help but giggle.
“I told you, you look really pretty.”
Kenma groans, not sure if he’s annoyed or turned on but his cock throbs all the same. You pull up the bottom half of his sweater to reach his black boxers. He’s so hard that it's almost difficult to get them off but he helps you pull them down just enough to free his leaking cock. It takes a moment to properly position yourself from this new angle, hindered by your bulky sweater and the headrest of the couch digging into your side but you manage to guide his leaky head to your drenched hole and ease down.
You both groan as he breaches your cunt, your wetness making the slide smooth even as you reach his thick base.
“F-fuck, Ken, you always feel so good,” you moan.
The praise feels like a punch to the gut and he’s thankful he’s already lying down so he can’t embarrass himself further by losing his balance. He’s coming to realize even if feminization isn’t his thing, praise might be. He thinks he'd do just about anything if it pleased you—if it made you look down at him with those shiny eyes and call him your good boy—fuck. Kenma has to force himself back to reality before he makes himself cum too quickly just by his own fantasies.
You readjust your weight, leaning back and using his bent knees as leverage. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his stockings as you begin to move, raising to his tip before dropping your whole weight down. It feels good—mind-numbingly so—but he finds it looks even better. The angle you put yourself into gives him an unobstructed view of your face–eyes pinched closed and reddened lips open in pleasure, your breasts–soft and bouncing with every movement–and, best of all, your tight hole sucking him in with every uptake.
He can’t tear his eyes away from where the two of you are connected. A creamy white ring is quickly forming at the base of his cock from how soaked you are, thin strings sticking to your pussy like webs. Framing it all are your thick thighs, muscles straining with your movements and squeezed by those god damned red-and-white striped thigh highs.
Fuck, he wishes he could record this.
He has apparently said that aloud on accident because now you’re grinning down at him conspiratorially.
“Y-yeah?” you stutter out, “you wanna make a movie with me?”
Kenma doesn’t verbally answer but he doesn’t need to. Instead, he’s gripping your hips and guiding your pace, making you bounce on his cock faster while his own hips start to meet your thrusts.
It has only been a few minutes but it's becoming clear your stamina is far from athletic. Your thighs burn and your pace stumbles but Kenma is quick to take advantage of the situation, using a strength you didn’t know he was capable of to roll you over and push you face down.
“Kenma, wh—oh!”
Any dissent you had intended to make is abruptly cut off when your boyfriend, one knee digging into the couch for leverage, feeds his length back into your greedy hole and sets a pace that has you nearly screaming. His hips snap into you, hard, and you scramble to find something to hold on to. One hand finds the armrest of the couch near your head, nails nearly tearing into the fabric, while the other ends up behind you, digging into his thigh as he rams his hips into you. You’re drooling as you manage to stutter out a barely coherent statement through your moans.
“K-Ken, so h-hard, fuck—”
“Yeah,” He replies, sounding breathless but not nearly as wrecked as you. You curse his retired high school athlete stamina.
“Am I still your pretty boy?”
The question momentarily shocks you. You aren’t sure what response he’s looking for but you answer honestly, too fucked out to ponder on it.
“Y-yesyesyes, the prettiest! ”
“You like getting fucked by your pretty boy?”
“Yeeeess, I l-love it—oh god—”
One hand reaches up to grip your hair, tugging your hair in a way you aren’t sure is punishment or a reward. You cry out all the same, cunt squeezing him for dear life as he hits something deep deep deep inside of you. You’re fairly certain you’ve never been fucked this hard in your life. The sweet, no-sex-drive-having boyfriend trope becomes little more than a pipe dream as his hips smack into your ass without reprieve.
“‘m g-gonna cum,” you warn.
Kenma’s grip on your hip tightens and he adjusts his angle to hit the spot he knows makes your toes curl and your pitch turns airy. The nail in the coffin comes when he releases your hair, but only to start rubbing your clit, remembering your favorite rhythm from the time he watched you masturbate.
Expectedly, you cum, toes curling and squeals reaching a pitch you think might cause your boyfriend hearing damage. Your whole body seizes with your orgasm, cunt spasming and thighs squeezing shit as you please for him to stop, go harder–you aren’t sure.
Kenma forces you to ride through it, fucking you even as your hips stutter violently and never letting up on your pulsating nub. It's only when you're nearing tears from the overstimulation that Kenma stops, moaning sweetly as his own orgasm overtakes him. He collapses against you in exhaustion as warmth fills you from deep inside, making a mess on your thighs as it gushes out between you.
“Mm, y’r heavyyy,” you complain sleepily.
Kenma grunts something in response but doesn’t bother moving. In fact, he seems to make himself more comfortable by moving his hands to find your own. He slips his long fingers in the spaces between your own, locking your hands together. Your heart swells at the action, constantly reminded how much this boy loves you even when he doesn't vocalize it very often.
You allow him a few more moments of peace, listening to his harsh pants die down into something more calm before you speak again.
“By the way, what was my present?”
Kenma stiffens against you, having completely forgotten about Christmas altogether. Quickly, he pulls away from you and the loss of warmth almost makes you regret saying anything. On shaky legs, Kenma shuffles over to the forgotten box, wrapped in royal blue paper and topped with a pretty gold ribbon. He comes back to the couch, gingerly helping you sit up before placing the box on your lap.
You’re immediately surprised by the hefty weight of the box and grow curious as you tear at the paper. Within seconds, the logo and picture on the box become clear, making you gasp in shock.
“Kenmaaaa,” you whine, trying not to tear up as you pout at him.
To his credit, Kenma looks honestly guilty as he avoids your eyes.
“We set a twenty-thousand-yen spending limit, ” you remind him.
“I know but—this is basically a necessity. Your old one was going to die any day now,” Kenma reasons, helping you pull out the shiny new laptop –in rose gold no less.
“And it's a gaming laptop–that means you can play with me more so it’s basically a gift for me more than you,” he continues.
You know he’s absolutely pulling excuses out of his ass but you can’t help the rush of affection at how much Kenma wants to spoil you. He always buys you the things you want, even when you insist on not wanting to take advantage of him as a wealthy streamer and businessman. He usually comes up with some excuse, I was going to buy one anyway so we can share or I have too much money this month, taxes will be a hassle if I don’t spend it.
But he is right–your old laptop was on its last leg and every time you opened a Word document for school you had to pray it wouldn’t crash before you could save your draft.
You softly smile as you trace the box with a finger, elated that he even remembered which color you wanted. He grins at how pleased you clearly are, even if you won’t say it.
“Besides,” his grin suddenly turns sly as he places a hand on the swell of your hip, “I heard the webcam is really great for recording movies.”
kenma x fem!oc | haikyuu ff.
(time-skip!older kenma)
✦ (4/~) [series fic]
!!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here }
tags: hurt-comfort, fluff
cw: minor plot, insecurity, jealousy, negative self talk, profanity, established relationship, domestic fluff, FLUFF!!! D;
note: not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, tho no specific characteristics are mentioned on the fem!oc so pls feel free to imagine as y/n or YOU ♡
word count: 3.0k
Conflicts, to a fault, would always be part of a relationship. Whether it is forgetting to put the dirty dishes in the sink, or getting schedules mixed up.
It’s bound to happen, one way or another, and both parties who are always willing to work things out together should be able to sit it down for a conversation.
But what happens if it involves something outside of both of them?
Mai knew she had to face this, or rather, with the type of career path Kenma chose, it’s unavoidable that he’ll get caught up with another streamer, or he’ll be linked with another streamer.
A girl streamer.
Urgh, the thought of it makes her stomach churn.
Sure, there’s nothing wrong with girls who play video games, and it’s quite inevitable based on the good looks her boyfriend has and his skills in gaming?
Chef’s kiss combo.
She knows she’s got quite a catch. That’s her man right there!
But it’s just a punch in the gut to let this other side of the internet be made known to her.
Especially since the other girl looks like an e-girl, piercings and all, quirky dyed hair color, is conventionally attractive AND a more than average gamer? No wonder she’s got quite an audience.
It made Mai’s stomach twist and flip another revolution seeing clips of the said streamer mentioning HER boyfriend with a chirpy laugh and such mirth talking about Kenma.
And, god… the comments.
It’s not that their relationship is a secret; Kenma has been more than open about their relationship, with Mai having more than one cameo in his streams, bringing him a drink or snacks, with him sneaking a peck on the cheek and all.
But alas, Mai doesn’t have full control over the public’s opinion.
Urgh, why does the algorithm hate me, and I stumble upon these videos when I’m feeling so fucking insecure to the core?
Mai almost swears she almost bit her lip off seeing the comments, how people seem to take a liking to the streamer and her boyfriend streamer together. To see that they have a hefty load of shippers made Mai want to slam her own head and bash her screen in shame for letting it get to her.
Sure, some are on their defense, especially long-time followers of Kenma, knowing he’s in a loving, committed relationship for quite a while now.
But what an unlucky day to be literate, mixing it with netizens’ shallow opinions is just the cherry on top for crushing her deflated ego.
They don’t know a single thing about you. The comments said so themselves, she reminded herself to her noggin, but urghhh, gosh, that’s shitty and painful.
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@|aventurinecomehomepls We don’t even know anything about Kodzuken’s girl, but I really like Kiittyy-chan for him tho^^
@|167ceecee Yeah, she seems meh, I don’t even get to see her much, what does she even look like? lol
@|wassup_ping She’s just average ig
@|heyheyhey she’s actually in few of kodzu’s streams tho, just glimpses!!
@|cantrememberuid links pls!!!
@|optimistanger The way Kii-chan’s describing Kodzuken tho? She’s got a crush!!😍
@|h02ni_ who doesn’t? he’s so cool and handsome, achkkk❤️
@|hoshina_amu8 she’s so cute gaaahhhhh
@|papipupitaaaaaaa tehy deserve each other, two pretty ppl tgt!
@|notuselessmiwa I ship him and kiittyy too!! omg><
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How disrespectful. Very distasteful.
The comments just mock her along with the thread following it, staring at her blankly till her screen turns black.
Just in time, she felt Kenma’s soft lips pressing the side of her face, yanking her out of her deep-seated trance.
She fixed herself in her place, pocketing her phone.
Kenma puts down the paper bags he was carrying on the kitchen counter.
“Want anything for dinner, love?” Mai asks, prompting herself to stand straight. “I prepared apple pie for dessert.”
Hearing the last sentence made Kenma’s ears perk. “Thanks, Maimai. Let me help you, though, I’m planning to just chill and watch you play later.”
“I… will play?” Mai tilted her head in confusion. She didn’t prepare anything on top of her head that she would play anything for today.
“After your weeklys, of course, but you said you want to continue playing that ASMR Teatime game, right? You’ve been pestering me the whole week to let you use my PC.”
“Right…”
She didn’t mean to be meek, but she went to the kitchen sink and cleaned stuff to get things off her mind. Kenma went ahead and continued to take out the stuff he got from the grocery store.
Only the stacking of cans, running water, and rustling of packages filled the space.
The mocking thoughts still rang in Mai’s ears; she huffed, stifling a smile. “I thought you had a collab stream later?”
“I don’t… have?” The question mark was evident in Kenma’s tone, along the perk of his brow. “You saw those rumors, too? I don’t have one scheduled for this week, Mai-chan.”
“Oh…”
So he’s aware of that e-girl’s existence, huh.
The silence was too noticeable for the guy’s radius to be even brushed off. “Mai, did you go through those videos and comments?”
Damn, am I that much of an open book?
But this is Kenma we’re talking about; he’s observant to a fault.
“Clipped vids stumbled upon my FYP of course, since I devoutly follow my streamer boyfriend. My FYP just slides everything about you my way…” Including you with other people–
“Please don’t watch them, you can just flag those vids as uninteresting,” he states. “I don’t see anything good reading through strangers’ opinions on those things.”
Mai guiltily sighs, the poor sponge on the soapy plate seeps in every ounce of her shame as she lowers her head. “Too late… You know how nosy I get.”
“No wonder you’re quiet, babe.” He quickly walks to his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her waist. She stiffened as she felt his breath nuzzling at the nape of her neck. He then further plops his head on her shoulder, his natural scent wafting off her rumination. “Sorry, I wasn’t able to protect you from that, and I swear I do not care what other people say about me, and none of them can ever dictate my decisions about my own personal life.”
I hate how I care, though… Mai chews mildly on her lower lip, shutting her eyes a bit too tightly. She swears there are tears daring to run off her eyes without her consent.
“I trust you enough, Kenma, and it’s not at all your fault.” Her sigh felt a ton heavier, but she leaned on being honest at her boyfriend’s golden, pleading eyes. Just a bit of honesty leaked out of her system. “I’m just so insecure lately, a lot has piled up, causing me to be this overwhelmed… I need time to breathe, let me be for a while…”
“I’m just here, hmmm? Hopefully, the game later can lighten you up.” He assures, there’s a small smile on his face, along with a bag of snacks he got for her, as he knows it’s her go-to lately.
Mai felt her chest lighten at the sight.
“I hope so…”
—
The story on the cute game did not help at all; it’s not at all cute even— she didn’t notice the tears steaming down her face. Adding her agitated thoughts just drove her mood down.
It even crossed her mind how that hot e-girl streamer was dressed in a similar way as the game characters, hence why she’s named “Kiittyy”.
Why am I even like this?
She’s everything I am not, she’s demure, has a mature, hot “ara-ara” type of voice– and not an ear-grating voice like mine— pretty, sexy, has cool makeup and fashionable clothes. Voluptuous, prettily dyed and styled hair. And she’s quite a talented streamer and a great gamer, even.
I can’t even hate her.
I’m average and suck at most games… maybe Kenma is better off without me.
Achooo!
Oh no…
“Ken, can you hand me a tissue?” She sniffs, quickly covering the snot dripping on the side of her nose.
Kenma quickly hands her the tissue box. She blows her nose, but her mind still seems to be clogged more than anything.
This is one of the early signs of how down her mental state manifests physically. She doesn’t like where this is going.
Why am I even creating an imaginary competition that would just drive me nuts and not at all do me any good?
I’m growing agitated…
“Still bothered about something, Mai?” Kenma asks.
She really loves his directness, but she’s just too guilty to even begin to be honest, as she knows best it will hurt Kenma hearing those words of bringing herself down come out of her mouth.
I don’t even want to be fully honest right now. But Kenma’s pleading and genuine eyes just tear down her walls completely.
No… this is too much.
“My hormones just got the best of me, I’m also delayed with my period for a few days, so I’m not taking the severe symptoms well.”
That was 80% true…
“You know that I will take care of the baby, Mai.” He head pats her. “Don’t worry.”
Mai blinked in disbelief at him, even daring to make that joke. And with such a straight face!
“Kenma! You know just how stressed I am lately,” her palm automatically swats his shoulder. “There’s no baby involved! Dummy!”
He snickers. “I know, and on how there are still symptoms present, I’ll just be here if you need anything to help you ease your period.”
If only he’ll be able to change the public’s mind about me and us…
Damn, why am I even so affected?
My head hurts.
Before her mind quickly drifts off elsewhere completely, she carried herself up her seat.
“Let’s make camomile tea,” she managed to slip out, she had a crooked smile. “And the apple pie in the game made me hungry.”
“I think you’ll also want honey lemon.” Kenma commends, looking at her amused. “Let’s make dinner.”
She’ll just let this pass for now. It might be all the suppressed hormones begging to rage out.
It got worse.
Mai found herself burning up a day after. Bedridden on how fatigued she had been with the stress of her delayed period (finally arriving!) and her down mood.
She’s just locked herself in her bedroom, hands tied to her mobile phone all day, and her comfort game isn’t even a tad effective in helping her ease her mood.
Mai knows she’s fucked.
She had no choice but to run to her last resort of just bawling her eyes out. The girl knows more than anything that this will bring massive worry to her boyfriend, but she’s out of options already.
She’s in luck to have everything blamed on her Auntie Flow for the meantime, but everything seems to be difficult with having to deal with the final boss, Kenma Kozume, with being so observant.
She’s defeated.
“I made you soup.”
The smell of the home-cooked meal registered in her senses before she could grasp in her peripheral vision the sight of her half-blond boyfriend.
She tried to pry her eyes away from her screen, but she’s wrapped in shame like the blanket around her all day.
“Thanks, Ken.” she managed to mutter, weakly sitting up, but the care just brings her emotions spiraling further as Kenma handles her with such tenderness.
“Want to watch my stream later?” He felt curious eyes glued to him; he repaid it with a smile. “I’ll set up your space later—”
But he was greeted with his girlfriend bursting out in a confession. “I can’t watch you… I feel so bad, Kenma!”
The guy’s brows knitted together. “Why? You can rest, you know, you can just watch the vod after if you’re not feeling well at all.”
“No! That’s not it…” Mai sounds like a child. She huffs, scrunching together the blanket with her fists. “I just feel so insecure and immature. I hate how I’m thinking and how now, it’s affecting everything for me.”
Kenma sets aside everything and draws himself closer to her, sitting at the side of the bed. He was only able to be permitted a word. “Mai…”
“Sorry, I keep comparing myself… I just fear not being good enough. Given that she’s everything I am not. Conventionally attractive through looks and voice, her skills in gaming are more than up to par. She’s appealing to people, even your audience… I just don’t have enough influence to match her.”
“Wait, w-who are you talking about?” He slightly tilts his head but immediately drops his regard about that, focusing on Mai. Although more confused, he firmly assures her. “But you’re the one I am attracted to, and you’re very much attractive, but you know how much I don’t like sharing.”
Her voice shifted weakly. “I do not want to be shared— you’re not getting me…”
“Mai, I know you’re going to find loopholes to retort to everything I will list down here and now, but are you even hearing yourself? They don’t know you, yes, but they technically do, as you are not only the mind behind my brand designs, heck, I saved lots just from having that witty and creative mind of yours. And you’re practically one of my main mods starting out.” He cups the sides of her face so she doesn’t have any other choice but to look at him.
“So don’t even think I’m not doing anything, or dare tolerate trash comments of insensitive people thrown at you. They don’t know a thing.” He pressed.
“I wouldn’t even notice half of them if it weren’t for you telling me stuff my viewers are telling me about. They should be more than thankful for you, more than anything. While I was too busy and obsessed with just gaming, you kept me afloat to maintain my branding. You practically work as my secretary to keep things straightened out.”
“Sure, I know full well we’re in a healthy relationship, and if it benefits my reputation and career, I know you’ll even nag me for not even taking advantage of it, but if it’s at the expense of ridiculing you, I’ll drag everyone to the mud if they even disrespect you.”
His sharp gaze made her flinch, only seeing this type of focus from him when he’s in full zone gaming or mid-volleyball game.
She melts further in her place. “Ken…”
This is the most that she has heard or even witnessed Kenma speak in this amount. She felt another frustrated tear slip off her watch.
“There’s no competition, Mai… I’ll choose you, and who says I’ll choose her over you? And all those things? I love your energy, the way you say my name, your laugh, the way you smile, and our endless conversations. You’re so beautiful, your quirkiness, and I like your taste in fashion. I love your little mannerisms and our differences in our genres, so I learn a lot from you, too. Who cares if she has those things? You’re the one I’m with, right? I don’t even want to share these intimate moments with others; I want to keep them all to myself. And you’ll be the one I want to marry, Mai.”
“Wait, marry?” She swears her heart is about to leap off her chest at the word. “What are you talking about, Ken—”
He sighs, shaking his head as he plops himself near her bed. “Sometimes I wish I could take half of the energy you do for that overthinking of yours.” He just caresses the side of her face, clicking his tongue as if dismissing the paragraphs' worth of his dialogue, and just plops his weight onto hers.
His presence just served to ease her nerves; she just let herself give in to him. Cuddling back as Kenma embraces her closer to his arms.
Mai wraps her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face, and pouts as she feels Kenma let out another sigh. “I feel extra bad for feeling this way when you’re treating me this kindly, KenKen.”
But he just assures her it’s valid. “I, too, would also be affected if I saw those types of comments about you and someone, MaiMai.”
“But it’s different, Kenma!”
“Same thing,” he retorted, but it doesn’t even begin to sound that convincing. He just seeps into her skin; his unfazed reaction only brings her eyes rolling to the side.
She jokes. “Why do I even have such an attractive boyfriend? I’ll have you bald!”
He just pursed his lips, unbothered. “That won’t faze my looks, and I know you’ll just laugh at me without my whole head of hair.”
“I really still am immature.” She sighs, defeated, but now for all different reasons. Lighter now.
The couple’s conversion routed from one thing to another, with Kenma getting on one knee and popping the question— causing Kenma to postpone his stream for the meantime. With only a community post to explain its context.
5:58 PM
Sorry, the streaming schedule is cancelled today until further notice. I must take care of my sick fiancé as my utmost priority. I’ll keep you guys updated. Thank you so much for understanding!
- Kodzuken
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@|jiminsshoebox Omg since when did you get engaged?!
@|goldenship HOLDUP AHDKGLBL
@|kaslana_elysia FIANCE WHATTT
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7:21 PM
Hi, I know that this came through to all of you as a shock. I should’ve announced the engagement first, huh? My bad, I’ve been planning to propose for quite some time now. So with all due respect, please respect me and my partner’s relationship. Thanks!
- Kodzuken
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@|puddingdong CONGRATS AGAIN KODZU!!
@|kurokurooow Oooft, what a blow to some people who don’t know boundaries.
@|ame_jams A call out to those shippers who know full well he’s in a committed relationship 💀
@slkjwlk I mean, even I have a crush on Kodzuken, but not to the extent of dragging his girl’s name thru the mud 😅
@|blondesddelight You should’ve told us this first lol, but either way we’ll be surprised wwww congrats!!
@|mochamallows grats!! omg my mother and father finallyy😭😭😭
