Haikiyuu||Kenma Kozume X Reader||Insights into Your relationship
It's Just soft love, affection and hundreds of the smallest moments.
He's so grumpy here, it's adorable.
Just imagine waking up to the soft sunrise that filters through your blinds, kissing your face in the morning. You reach for your side table for the recently bookmarked chapter in the book you were reading. The words are captivating; they anchor you before the day begins. You have obligations to fulfil. Things you're anxious about, maybe that late-submitted assignment you had stayed up so late over to complete.
Kenma sends Good morning messages in his own way it's always there as if to say he is looking out for you, sometimes he sends you a pixel he had been working over or a soft mood board he saw on Pintrest, and thought about you sometimes kenma would relate you to the few things every day when he walked he now stopped often by the Tabby cat who was the picture of an entitled prince, kenma stopped by to pat him, or take a picture of it to make you smile.
Sitting side by side next to Kenma in the middle of classroom lectures means you meet with his soft, drowsy, striking golden brown eyes that looked barely awake, his hair tousled. His hoodie hid most of his face. He would softly hum in contentment. If you pushed some of his hair away, he would gently lean into your touch, almost imperceptible to someone else.
Knowing Kenma well enough meant you picked up on the slightest of his gestures, maybe he looked more tired in a particular class, or he stayed up too late gaming again, and gently placed the pocky sticks to light up his day.
The afternoon naps felt like the rare soft indulgence that was too good for you to turn down, the pillows would be piled in an effortless grace, warm blankets to keep the winter at bay. You would nuzzle to his neck inhaling the soft scent of apples and something very distinctively like Kenma the soft breaths he took or how he shifted to pull you closer to him so he could inhale the scent of your shampoo he looked like a kitten who had found the warmest patch of sunlight he never wanted to leave.
In a world full of noise, you were his safe space he could keep comming back to you again and again to share a snack, to bring a blanket so you could watch him game for you he would play a RPG with beautiful visuals almost like a mystic game where the theme revolved around French Bakeries, parchment papers with letters and lanterns casting romantic glows in the dark sky. The storyline almost felt melancholic, but there was a subtle lingering feeling in it that kept pulling you back to the game.
That was like Kenma, too; he was quite barely spoken, but the way he sought your presence after his practice, waiting for the apple pies you would cook for him, or holding his hand, it was what Kenma truly cherished.
Somewhere, along the lines, you read books and letters, but you fell in love with a gamer boy who nuzzles to the crook of your neck, mumbles intelligible words, and grounds you with how much attention he pays to your needs.
Being with someone like Kenma Kozume is like relaxing on a couch filled with throw blankets and opening a book you intend to read cover to cover, soak in every syllable, and savour the flow consumed in a soft, gentle breeze, comforting in its presence and utterly yours.
