Thinking about timeskip!kenma and artist!yn who got commissioned by the game kenma frequently plays, making your husband specifically only play that characterđđŠś
wc: 504 not proofread
VERY fluff, streamer!kenma whoâs in love, kinda crack? I wrote this out of spite for my friend
Kenma doesnât say anything when the patch goes live.
He just clicks the update, reads the notes in his usual lazy scroll, sitting on his gaming chair. And stops when he sees your name in the corner of the developer blog that announced news about games:
âNew Limited Skin concept that won by the popular artist @ynart!â
His eyes linger on the text, and something small and fond curls in his chest. You already told him you got commissioned by them anyway. But now, he suddenly feels the needâno, a necessity to get it.
He doesnât need to check your socials to know you probably stayed up late working on it. He remembers the quiet nightsâthe scratch of your tablet pen, the soft curse when your linework didnât cooperate. The way you curled up next to him after finishing the render, exhaustion and pride mixing in your voice.
Now itâs in the game. Official. And for real.
When it was released, he was quick to get it. The money didnât matter anyway; it was your concept skin, your own art.
The hero loads in with your skin equipped, and Kenma doesnât say a word. But he plays them immediately. No warm-up match, no practice round.
He just locks them in and streams like normal, conversing with his fans and dealing with toxicity on the game (he beats their ass with how good he is)
@ââ- :âLOLOL so quick to get itâ
@ââ- : âBro switched mains??â
@ââ-: âWait is that the new skin?? Looks clean af.â
@ââ- : âTHIS BITCH IS SO DOWNBAD FOR HIS WIFE???????â
Kenma doesnât answer. He just tugs his hoodie sleeves over his palms, pushes his glasses up, and keeps playingâa little quieter than usual, a little more focused.
Every time the skinâs idle animation plays, he stops to admire it. Who wouldnât when your art comes to life; the glowing detail in the gauntlets, the expression you painted onto the heroâs face. Oh how he adores it.
Itâs yours, and he loves it.
He likes that when heâs stuck on a long stream, when your studio is quiet down the hall, when he canât see you or touch you, he still has this. Something you made. Something that came from your hands.
That night, he pads into your shared bedroom long after midnight. Youâre already half-asleep, curled up with your phone, replying and updating clientsâ the blue light casting soft shadows on your face.
âYou saw it?â you ask, voice groggy but sweet.
He nods, climbing into bed beside you. âYeah.â Immediately turning off his switch to be beside you and hold you in his arms.
A pause. Then softly, he mumbles into your hair. âIâm only using that hero now.â
You blink. âWhat? Are you really switching mains? I mean, theyâre really not meta-â
âdonât care.â His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. âItâs yours. Thatâs enough.â
You laugh against his chest, warm and a little shy. âYouâre so biased.â
âObviously,â he murmurs, eyes already closing. âMarried you, didnât I?â
really glad to see will taking the its a secret + smile approach to everyones prying abt silly stuff like Yes Don't Reveal Yourself don't let the public consume you. that being said his little well. mack and i did đ to the question abt who finished the book is sooooo funny
