#kodzu-kai

[aone-anon]

hi. i'm kai. thank you for the follow. prepare for chaos >:)

Oh. You're welcome. I dont know what chaos is going to pursue but I promise that I am prepared

[teeyoomi]

GIB KENMA AND 17 FOR YOUR EVENT!!! ALSO, CONGRATS BBY!!! I LOVE YOUUU!

Thank you bby 💗💗😭 Ily so much too 💗😭

I hope you’re ready for some soft Kenma because you got:

HEADS 💗

Character is aged up.

Warnings: a curse word or two. Soft hours 💗

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Placing the last dish in the strainer, you let out a huge sigh. The house was finally clean. You’d been at it since 7 this morning, methodically working your way from room to room until every surface was clean and sparkling. Multiple loads of laundry washed, dried, and put away. And finally the dishes. You wiped the sweat beading at your brow. You felt like you could collapse at any given moment.

When Kenma rolled out of bed at 1pm, he helped you some, until he was banned from assisting further after he tried to mix bleach and vinegar together, nearly making chlorine gas in the process. Safe to say he was sent away after that. It’s like he learned nothing from Kuroo.

Since you were done now, you sought him out. Finding him was easy, of course, he’s where he normally is: planted in front of his computer playing games. You couldn’t tell if he was streaming so you approached from the side, careful to avoid the camera in case he was.

Waving to get his attention, his eyes dart from the screen to your presence off to the side. He mumbles into the mic that he has to go, taking his headset off and placing it on the desk. He quickly closes out of his game to give you his full attention.

“What’s up, princess?” He asks, patting his lap for you to seat yourself on. When you do, he wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzling your neck with his nose and inhaling your light perfume.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lean into him, enjoying the feather-light kisses he places on your neck and cheek. “‘m just tired, honey,” you reply, further relaxing into his hold. “Do you think you could give me a massage? I’m sore,” you pout, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.

“I guess,” he rolls his eyes playfully, groaning and putting on a show. He already knows damn well he’s not going to deny you. You’ve worked your ass off today taking care of things while he played games. He motions for you to get up, taking your hand and leading you to your shared bedroom.

Instructing you to lie on the bed, he climbs over top of you, straddling your hips. His slender fingers slip beneath your shirt, kneading the numerous knots on your lower back.

You sigh contentedly, enjoying the feel of his hands on your sore back.

“Does that feel good?” He questions, mumbling a quick apology at your hiss when he hits a really sensitive spot.

“Mhm, feels good, honey, thank you.” Kenma bows down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek, his hands continuing to work the knots from your back and shoulders.

When he finally pulls away, he realizes you’ve fallen asleep from his ministrations. He decides he’ll order dinner for you both, so he doesn’t dirty up the kitchen after all your hard work - and so you don’t have to cook after cleaning all day.

Leaning down to kiss your forehead, he lets you rest. You deserve it after today.