Red String Theory Or Not||Haikiyu||Kenma kozume X Manager reader
What would happen, if you were Karasuno's kind-hearted manager? The mundane tracking of stats for the energetic, bigger-than-life Karasuno. The red string theory? Or is it just a human choice for two introverts? A first draft?
He's grumpy would rather prefer pulling an all nighter, than make an eye contact with a girl and fall prey to kuroo's awful teasing. But, if an introvert does fall in love how much does red strings matter?
If you want something quiet, after a long stressful day at work. Something, that won't drain your social battery. Are endeared by Kenma's quirks, love a character romantic study of him. Where his love language might not be what you expect.
Then I'm exploring his character to. If you were friends with Yachi, what it feels like to manage karasuno and spend your days with the quietest boy in the training camp. This is the ongoing story just for you. Let's try to make the mundane intresting, fate a reward and grow.
When one training camp seems tilted towards the vending machine, and Miso, Kenma Kozume realizes the predictable training camp he has to pow
He makes custom game Playlist for you, memorizes your drink turns ridiculously grumpy in the morning. But, is back again by the vending machine.
yall i just watched the haikyu movie and that was honestly amazing. i was expecting it to be more movie like but just imagine 3 episodes put into one and it’s basically that. i won’t spoil it but like WOWOWOOWW i’ve read the manga, but seeing it being animated after the fandom waited years was so insane. i’m really hoping the next movie isn’t too rushed, especially since their fitting so many of the main arks in it.
hello! i’m new to this community and i hope y’all will welcome me :)
this is my first ever haikyuu fic so it might not be up to your standards lol. but i had fun making it so hope you enjoy!! <3
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“not my fault. yours.”
category: fic
warnings: none
summary: you look too cute when you sleep. it’s not his fault. you just looked like you were begging for cuddles, that all.
kozume kenma x reader
“applepi: alright, i’m just going to log off now. gg”
“ultimategamer23: k. gg”
kenma sighed as he turned off his pc, rubbing his eyes. he looked at the clock. 3 am. looking behind him he saw you, sleeping peacefully. he could only smile softly. you were so cute and sweet, just lightly snoring, holding a pillow close to your chest.
you were just sweetly cuddling with the pillow. holding it close to you, burying your face into it..
wait a minute.
nope, no, nada. not happening. you were not just going to casually cuddle with a pillow instead of him. not on his watch.
kenma quietly got off of his chair, being careful not to wake you up. he gently walked across the floor to the bed, quiet as a cat.
he gently lifted the pillow out of your arms and tucked it under his arms. he placed it on the ground and made his way to where the pillow had previously been.
subconsciously, you moved your arms to the newfound warmth and buried the side of your head into it.
kenma’s face? rip. a tomato. even after all this time, trying to get used to your cute little tendencies, kenma still couldn’t handle it. you were just too cute.
he gazed at your sleeping figure, wrapped around his own body. it was all too cute. the pose. the light snores. the way you just buried your head into him. your face.
ah yes, your face. kenma’s gaze shifted from your whole figure to your face. he had a great view of your features from this angle, and he couldn't help but just admire you.
kenma sighed. he was too tired to be thinking about this. he had school tomorrow. if he stayed up too long, he might just zonk out in class.
so, he settled for sleep instead of staring at your face.
kenma’s eyes drooped as sleep took over his body, knowing that he’d sleep well with you in his arms <3
another round
your eyes fluttered open. you let out a small yawn and gently rubbed your eyes. and then you looked down.
“ah..!”
what you saw kind of took you by surprise. kenma. your antisocial walnut of a boyfriend. the one who is super shy about everything and you can’t even laugh without having his ears turn bright red. you’re usually the one who has to initiate cuddles, hugs, kisses, etc. because he’s shy and won’t ask no matter how desperately he longs for them. he won’t give your hand a squeeze, give you a gentle pat on the head, wrap his arms around your shoulders, nothing. but here he was, cuddling with you. you knew for a fact that you had been cuddling with a pillow last night. not kenma. if you were to cuddle and sleep with kenma, you would have to wait until he got into the bed, and then go and cuddle up to him. and then try to hide your giggles as you could feel him turning red. that was the norm and you were used to it. you had to initiate, not him. so this was quite unusual.
you couldn’t help but smile. looks like he finally reached his limit. he wanted them that bad, huh? you let out a small giggle. oops. kenma’s eyes fluttered open. he let out a yawn and opened his eyes a bit more fully, twisting just a bit in bed. when he saw you, smiling like a cheshire cat above him he instantly knew.
“so you like my cuddles that much, do you?” you teased, giving his shoulder a little nudge.
kenna’s cheeks flushed, but only slightly. instead, he pulled your head onto his chest and muttered a very quiet “mhm.”
your eyes opened wide. but just for a second. you closed your eyes and snuggled into your boyfriend’s warmth. you could get used to this.
of course you couldn’t stand it anymore and then had to give him another tease. it was rare to see such a cuddly kenma and you just had to tease him about it.
“dang, i guess you were just longing so much for my cuddles, huh kyanma? because you love me sooo much, right kenken?”
you could feel his body heating up slightly.
then realization hit.
“KYANMA WE’RE GONNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL.”
kenma placed his hand on the back of your head and sighed.
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.
Haikiyuu||Kenma Kozume X Reader||Nights At Miyagi||Rain Series
So...dreamy, The Hazbin Hotel season 2 has been out and i'm so excited to get some more Alastor writing down.
The rain had been pouring almost relentlessly as you entered through your apartment shaking of your damp boots at the entrance not bothered to dry them of just yet, the warm comforting rush of warm water on your skin loosening your knots, washing the remnants of the grim, and exhaustion seem to win you over with just a sparkle of the idea lit by a small match stick. The Epsom salt would do you good. The scent of herbs and the soap was almost the best part of your day. It was the little rituals you loved. In the quiet Miyagi Prefecture, the almost simplicity had grown on you.
You loved the way, the bookstores presented you a hunt almost every time, sometimes you would stumble upon a leather-bound book which seem to have survived the cold, storm and sun only due to the cover, the kind old man grumpily greeted you in the morning but always agreed to have the library door open for you at 6am. The scent of coffee beans Freshly filtered and poured was the type of sensory output which seemed to paint the town in 'small town magic'
So, you didn't expect a visit which would soon become one of your most cherished memories, it would be written with a sort of reverence as your pen would touch the paper it would be weaved into a story being told. It was a stark contrast to the Gyms, where the yelling of stray balls, and clipboards with meticulous debates about logistics faded to a background voice almost there comforting in its predictability, the Stats of the wins and losses but, now The Nekoma team you couldn't just see it as another team on the paper. A small almost imperceptible smile grazed your lips,
oh here it goes again, his eyes were sharp but now and then he would betray how his pupils would dilate to let in the flicker of warmth, like a cat finding the warmest patch of sunlight.
The almost romantic plan you had for the evening as you had settled in your couch, the baked cookies your friend had given you was still kept in the fridge and milk now warm felt like something you almost forgot to enjoy, so when your doorbell rang at an odd 2am where you were Still watching a Drama this one was about time travel, the stories about time travel almost got baffling and interesting with every variation which came out, checking from the peephole your heart which was in a blissful beat, skipped a couple of them...kenma
For a few moments you just blinked, your boyfriend the quiet, blanket loving boy who would curl up, who memorized your favorite tea brand and learnt how to make it for you was outside. His golden strands of blonde hair was dripping with the downpour he was fidgeting with the zipper of his Jacket, as if he was doing what might be his fourth half mortification and cognitive dissonance wondering what he was doing here. You, opened the door his golden orbs took one look at you, before averting it away.
"Kenma...?" You said, was there a training camp you didn't know which dragged your boyfriend kilometers away from Tokyo the staggering implications being, he didn't bring his console, his phone was nearly dead probably having the location, to her home, in this freezing weather.
"What are you doing here...does kuroo know your here?" You forced yourself to ask one question at a time before gently pulling him by the arm inside your dimly lit apartment Melanie the Ragdoll cat who was on the couch let out a lazy little mewl such an interraction was not worth her attention she curled back up into the throws effectively shutting the noisy humans out.
"The last training camp you hadn't come...sleep quality decreased it was inefficient" he mumbled the last part almost, but the sincerity and the micro expression of concern could have been brushed pf, but you had known kenma enough to tell he was worried. "The calls and messages...the log they've decreased to..." he said looking at you again..
You gently tugged him closer before he was buried to the crook of your neck the secent of tea and books first hit kenma's nostrils, he froze not accustomed to the touch not in rejection but how vulnerable but also safe it made him feel, how warm it felt in contrast to the rains outside, the purring of Melanie, the background of the time travel show playing the reverence of such an embrace after his long travel, he stilled before wrapping his arms around you.
"I didn't tell kuroo...he will never let me live it down" he mumbled as if the implications taking on a more leaching turn when he considered the relentless teasing, then coach Nekomata's reprimand it was a hassle but he couldn't regret it. "He'll be worried" you said pushing some strands of hair from his face.
This was one of the most fondest memories you have of your boyfriend his quiet nature going hand in hand with you, it felt like a puzzle peice the quiet board games, the apple pie disasters, how napping with him felt like a wrinkle in time.
