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.