#kenma imagines

[satorisoup]

ᰔ A KISS FOR A KISS ft. kenma kozume

ʚ CW : first kisses. sfw.

ʚ hq valentine’s series mlist ಇ

it’s valentine’s day, a holiday for the celebration of love, and today your boyfriend only had one thing in mind.

he was going to kiss you.

it has been almost 8 months since you and kenma kozume had become official, and you still have yet to get to first base. kenma curses himself for the awkward timid personality he was given since birth, as it really would not come in handy when it came to the physical part of a relationship.

kenma never would have thought he would be the one wanting to initiate a kiss with you, but at this point, he really couldn’t help it. every time your hands would come to stroke his hair with that sweet, small smile on your face, or the hugs you would envelope him in whenever you had him in your sight, even the nervous blush on your cheeks when you would lace your fingers with his, all of it had him in a battle with his own desires, to just lean in and leave a little peck on the soft lips that adorned your lovely face. but no, it never seemed like the right time, or the right place, it just didn’t feel in character for him to do that out of the blue.

today, this changes. february 14th, kenma was going to kiss you before the sun set to bring another day. and he swore, he would die before he allowed himself to wimp out again. there’s no room for shyness.

the first half of school had rolled around, and kenma had surprisingly held your hand in the halls, which was more-so unlike him given how usually uncomfortable he is with pda. you shook it off though, given it was an important holiday for you two, and perhaps he just wanted to make it all the more special, to which you were extremely grateful.

no, this wouldn’t be the time to kiss you. it was too early in the day. he should wait until it’s less crowded and he’s more prepared.

kenma waved at you when you had walked into your class, a soft mumble of “see you at lunch.” you smile and hold a thumbs up before you make your way to your seat, kenma walking off to his own classroom.

eventually lunchtime had come, and you both sat in a nice corner of the courtyard, pretty pink lunchbox with yummy foods sprawled out in front of you. you gingerly chewed on the small heart shaped sandwiches you had packed, and kenma ate along with you, hardly audible hums in appreciation while munched on one himself.

“do you like it, kenma? the heart cutters made them so much cuter!”

he nodded his head while he shortly answered, “yeah, they’re good.”.

well, he couldn’t kiss you now. you were both eating lunch, and that would be kind of gross for you to get the taste of mayonnaise after a kiss.

kenma’s procrastination eventually led to the school day ending, and he wants to punch himself in the gut for not taking the opportunities he had, wussing out for who knows how many times. you meet up with kenma by the school gates, voice cheery as you tell him how excited you were to spend time with him. you’re smiling, and kenma has the slightest hint of pink on the tips of his ears as he listens to you talk. though, he isn’t particularly paying attention to what your saying, but rather staring at your lips as if they’re holding the universe themselves.

there’s a brisk, cold breeze but the sun is shining like no other today. the walk along the path to kenma’s home is lit with golden yellow hues that beat down from the sky as the sun begins to slowly decend from the horizon. beams of light frame your face, voice blurred from his pure focus and kenma thinks that he might be living in a movie while he watches you, then your lips, you, and your lips again.

would now be a good time? there’s no one around. would you say yes? maybe you would run away. what if you got freaked out? how should he say it? should he just go all in and skip the romantics? no, it needs to be special. maybe he should wait-

no. he’s put this off for far too long. 8 months too long. and as his teammates would say, no matter how much he despised the word in its entirety, he needed to use some guts.

kenma starts to gather every ounce of backbone he possibly could have in his body, he had to do it now and there was no wimping out this time. he had a mission, and he was determined to actually accomplish it. he’s prepared enough, he thinks, when he turns to you to speak up for once in his quiet life.

“can i-“

“kenma, would you like some candy?”

he was hushed before he could get a full syllable out, putting a pause on his impulses to bob his head yes.

kenma observes you while you’re rummaging through your schoolbag, reaching in to a small pocket before pulling out a piece of hershey’s cherry kiss chocolate. your hand stretches out towards his opened one, and before you drop it into his awaiting palm, you pull back.

“well, you can have this candy, but on one condition… im offering you a trade!” you announce.

“uh��� what is it?” kenma asks you, voice low and tone a hint of confusion.

your hand unravels once again to reveal the small chocolate kiss in the crevices of your hand, making a show of the small treat.

“a kiss…” you pause, and kenma can feel the anticipation build up within him while he waits for you to finish your offer.

“for a kiss.” you point at your lips with your index finger.

kenma can feel his insides combust into a million pieces, his calm, collected demeanor is slightly faltered with the way his eyes widen, dumbfounded while his heart beat quickens to a rapid pace.

he looks at you in silence, admiring the red blush on your face that’s so obvious, you could camouflage with a garden of tomatoes. you’re nervous, and even so, you’re smiling at him with that same precious grin, and the same pretty, pink lips that have practically screaming “kiss me!” in his ears all day.

“okay.”

before you’re able to register kenma’s compliance to your trade, he’s unable to keep himself back anymore. his hand awkwardly grabs hold of your wrist, candy dropped to the floor when he collides his lips with yours. they’re soft and cherried in flavor, he deems, reveling in the feeling he’s been waiting to experience for what seems like forever. he holds the small kiss for a few seconds, before he’s slowly pulling away. gone were the previous cowardly attempts and failed opportunities, because kenma finally finds the guts this time to ask,

“can i have another?”

and kenma knows, kuroo was never going to let him live this down.

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[etoiile]

IT'S NOT A CRUSH!

starring kozume kenma!

synopsis: you transfer into kozume kenma's class, and he finds that you somewhat pique his interest. and by "pique his interest," it means exactly that. you're just new and intriguing, that's all. ...he doesn't like you, really!

notes: fem!reader, sorry

kenma had always thought that he would never get into a high school relationship.

after all, he wasn't very outgoing and was told he seemed unapproachable. he mostly kept to himself and played his games, and wasn't exactly a ladies' man. he always thought it was kind of weird to see young high school couples walking around together all lovey-dovey, and couldn't imagine himself doing that. not to mention, love wasn't exactly a priority for him. he couldn't even remember a time he had a real crush on a girl.

sure, he'd thought that a couple of girls were cute before, but it wasn't really an attraction, more of a recognition of beauty. anyone could recognize that a girl was cute; it didn't necessarily mean attraction or crushing. which is why when you transferred into his class and his first thought in response to your nervous introduction was, 'cute,' he figured it was a temporary acknowledgement of your physical appearance.

when just two weeks later, seats were changed and you ended up next to him, and his heart did a little flutter when he saw his name by yours on the board, he figured that the reason the thought of you being cute hadn't left his mind was just because you were new and interesting. you seemed super sweet and bubbly, based on the way you interacted with your classmates, and seemed to fit in relatively quickly. quicker than he would've, anyways. (he still doesn't fit in, actually.) you simply piqued his interest, that's all.

another 2 weeks had passed, and kenma was a bit confused. why hadn't you left his mind? you and him had become friendly, mainly due to your efforts, not his own. you two made small talk before and after class, and oddly enough, he couldn't say that he didn't enjoy it, or even that he felt indifferent. he looked forward to coming in the morning and getting to see your bright smile, and hear your sweet voice. it was puzzling. very, very puzzling.

months had gone by, and kenma couldn't really wrap his head around it. the "physical appearance acknowledgement" should've worn off within a maximum of 2 weeks, and you should be out of his mind by now, but you weren't. far from it, actually. he thought about you all. the. time. why? a true mystery. he wasn't crushing. he didn't form crushes. and even if he did, it's not like he'd do anything about it. high school relationships just weren't of any interest to him, and besides, you two were so different. after the initial shyness, you were sweet, bubbly, and talkative, whereas he never made an effort to talk to anyone, was quiet, stoic, and all around apathetic towards everything around him. you were like a ray of sunshine, and he was like a grey cloud. even if he had a crush, (if!) it's not like it would work out, anyways.

one month later, you two had become quite close. you came over relatively frequently, and you'd do your homework or watch tiktok on his bed while he played a game. sometimes, you'd walk over to where he gamed to watch him play, and make little comments and questions, to which he'd respond to with a smile, happier than he'd admit that you seemed genuinely interested in his interests.

and, of course, he'd never forget the moment it happened. the teacher was going on and on about...something. carbon, hydrogen, and oxygen in a 1:2:1 ratio. or was it 2:1:2? he didn't know. suddenly, he felt a light pressure hitting his shoulder, and he looked over to see you fast asleep on his arm, your chest slowly falling and rising. he felt a warmth rush across his cheeks and reach the tip of his ears. he froze, trying his best not to move a muscle as to not wake you up. he attempted to shift his attention back to the lesson and not pay you any mind.

of course, he couldn't help himself and peered over his shoulder to look at your sleeping face. he wouldnt notice the small smile that crept its way onto his sharp features. your long eyelashes, your cute nose, your plump lips, your tiny mole. they all worked in harmony to make your face, which happened to be a very cute one.

why was he thinking about it this much?

--

"sounds like kenma's got a crush..." kuroo teased, making little kissy faces and forming hearts with his hands. "is this your first real one ever?" he questioned.

"it's not a crush. i don't get crushes." kenma argued, though the red dusting on his cheeks was certainly not helping his case. "i just...want to know what's happening. i don't have a crush on her, 'nd i don't know why i think about her so much. it's kind of a pain."

"it's a crush, kenma. face it. you like y/n." kuroo sighed, a little exhausted from his friend's emotional stupidity.

"it's not."

"it is."

"it's not."

"it is."

"it's not."

"it- GODDAMNIT KENMA why are you so stubborn?!" kuroo screeched, annoyed by kenma's antics.

kenma only hummed cheekily, glad to have won the "it is-it's not" war (for the 98928392th time. kenma's stubbornness always won.)

it's not a crush. kenma thought to himself as his eyes automatically made way to you, hanging out and laughing with your friends at your lunch table. she's just new (sort of...it had actually been a little while since you'd transferred into his class) and interesting, and i like her as a friend. and she's cute. but just because she's pretty doesn't mean i like her! anyone could recognize her as pretty. its just a fact. i don't like her just because i think she's pretty, and i don't like her just because we're friends. i dont like her. well, of course i like her, but not like that! i dont get crushes on girls. she's just sweet and comforting to be around, and she just happens to be a girl. i don't like her like that. i don't. really.

suddenly, you noticed kenma's gaze and your face lit up, which was really cute. you waved to him excitedly, and gave him a happy little giggle in response to his wave before turning back to your friends.

kenma clutched his heart nervously, which was beating faster than ever. he glared at kuroo, who was smirking and raising a brow at him, and internally yelled at his heart to calm down.

"sure," kuroo teased, "you don't have a crush on her. totally."

"i don't!" kenma protested, despite his pink cheeks and ears.

he gave you another small glance and his heart fluttered. fine, it was more of a fast-paced beat than a flutter. ok, maybe it was more akin to a swarm of stampeding, angry butterflies, but same thing.

alright, maybe he liked you, but only just a little bit.

(it was in fact more than "just a little bit.")

𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐈𝐈𝐋𝐄 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 please do not copy or repost my work on any other site. interactions appreciated! 🤍

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[elenadvrx]

knock knock

you carefully enter the room lit up by coloured LEDs with a tray filled with snacks and an energy drink, muted clicking sounds emitting from the scene in front of you.

“someone hit this cucaracha with a shovel, i have loot!” kenma panics, screaming to his gaming friends (usually his nekoma buddies when off-stream)

chuckling, you place the tray of goodies on an empty space of the table before giving him a quick peck on the cheek. on the screen, you see a character in an orange suit running towards your boyfriend with a shovel, hitting the mob and killing it effectively. “thanks kuro.”

“thanks babe.” kenma turns to whisper softly to you before puckering his lips for a kiss which you oblige. a soft lip-smacking sound was heard through the headphone mic resulting in multiple protests made by his friends.

“you losers are just jealous i got someone to love. now let’s get our loot back to the ship, we don’t got much time left.” but his hand reaches out to grab around your waist, pushes back his chair to manoeuvre you into his lap. another loving kiss to your temple and he says, “sit here baby.”

you made yourself comfy and just watch the whole chaos of the game unfold on the screen, feeling contented and warm to just stay in the presence of your beloved, right on his lap.

“hey y/n, stop smooching your dear kenma and get on your pc, we got a quota to reach!” was heard loudly through kenma’s headphones, causing him to wince. “some warning would be nice.” kenma grumbles.

laughing heartily, you rise from the comfort of his’s lap and head to your pc right next to his. “you guys just suck and need me to lead don’t you!”

“hey! i did just saved kenma with a shovel!”

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #kenma fluff #kozume x reader #kenma x reader #kenma imagines

[heartsoji]

truth or dare?

summary: kuroo has a very special dare for you...

kenma x reader

"y/n! truth or dare?" kuroo yelled, pointing his finger at you.

you didn't hesitate for a moment. "dare."

the circled ooooo-ed as kuroo thought really hard about what he wanted your dare to be.

after around a minute had passed, he looked up at you with a devious smirk that sent shivers down your spine.

"i dare you..." he started, "to kiss your crush on the cheek."

the nekoma volleyball team gasped and began to murmur among themselves.

"y/n's crush?"

"lucky bastard!"

"i bet it's me."

"no, it's not."

whilst the team was trying to figure out who the mystery guy could possibly be, you were just sitting there, sending a nasty death glare to kuroo while he just grinned at you like a cheshire cat.

"what if my crush isn't here?" you challenged.

"he is."

louder oooo's filled the room as they tried to guess who it could be, not bothering trying to be quiet about it now.

"it's probably kai, the lucky bastard!"

"no, no, it's definitely me!"

"lev, shut up."

"who the hell is it?! i'll fight him!"

"yamamoto."

"yep, yaku-san."

"hey kenma," yamamoto called out to the fake blonde sitting outside the circle on his game boy, "who do you think it is?"

he blinked. "think what is?"

"you little- haven't you been listening? y/n's crush. he's in the room." he tsked, putting extra enunciation on the words "y/n's crush."

your cheeks turned mad red and you instantly tried to defend yourself. "he might not be!"

"he is."

"kuroo, you little-!" *SMACK*

"ow! that huuuurt y/n-chan!"

kenma turned his attention back to his game as you held your breath. "dunno. it doesn't really affect me."

your heart sank.

yamamoto sighed. "how kenma of you. this is a big deal!"

but it would affect him. because if you went on with the dare, his cheek would be the one meeting your lips. but if he didn't care, that definitely meant that he didn't reciprocate. then again, kenma remained indifferent about a majority of topics, even ones he was interested in, so just maybe? but it was unlikely, and you really didn't want to ruin your friendship with him when it only started a year ago.

"moving on," kuroo interrupted, wanting to get on with it, "our precious manager-chan here has to complete the dare."

"i'd kick you in the balls if i wasn't so nice." you snarled.

he just grinned in response.

you sighed, knowing that there really wasn't away out of this.

"ok, everyone has to close their eyes."

"what?"

"why?"

"man.."

"everyone has to close their eyes for my pride and privacy. close your eyes, guys. if you open them, you'll be betraying my trust and i would hate you."

everyone gasped. no one wanted that. so, they all complied with your wishes, including kenma, even though he wasn't really playing.

when all the eyes were closed, you tiptoed over to kuroo to whisper a "i really hate you for this. i trusted you with that info, man. now, thanks to you, my friendship with him might be ruined forever. i'm seriously mad at you, kuroo."

you meant it. you were actually really scared for what might happen with kenma. you confided in kuroo so that he could find out what kenma thought of you for you with the condition that he not tell a soul, but he refused to tell you anything when you asked about what kenma said about you, so it ended up being a worthless exchange.

you then tiptoed around the circle, stomping your feet, stopping, and making kissy noises occasionally to try to ensure that they didn't know who it was.

finally, you made a loud smooch in the air right above kenma, and then, heart pounding out of your chest, you leaned down and gave him a gentle peck to the cheek.

you took a second to analyze his reaction, and you noticed an immediate change in the color of his ears. he quickly pulled his hood over them to cover it up, and slowly, his pretty eyes fluttered open. he gave you a small, shy smile before averting his gaze, a flustered look on his face.

that reaction was...good, right?

you walked around the circle once more for good measure, standing extra long in certain spots to ensure that the team wouldn't know.

finally, you returned to your spot in the circle.

"open your eyes."

the team's eyes shot open and they quickly started trying to figure out who the lucky boy was.

"kai, be honest. was it you?"

"no, it wasn't."

"don't lie!"

"i can't believe it wasn't me..."

"lev, the only certainty we had about who it was was that it wasn't you."

while everyone was trying to figure it out, you looked up at kenma, who was already staring at you. you quickly averted your gaze before returning back to him.

he gave you a smile that released a whole butterfly farm in your stomach and gently formed a phone signal with his hand before mouthing, "call me."

i guess you wouldn't be too mad at kuroo.

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[aeshttp]

bf kenma x GN! reader hcs. + sum hcs of just kenma

lit rally like a cat, just lounges around the house either asleep or on his switch

CONSTANTLY needs to be near you, he's very clingy!!

loves wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder

will also just koala hug you cuz yeah

pampered princess?? he gives me princess vibes (he is the prettiest princess)

love language is physical touch and quality time

y'all could be doing anything together and he'd be happy

totally makes you in the sims and it's especially embarrassing when you find out he did it during the crushing stage

so funny on text y'all he can be dry and he'll still have you cracking up

first date was at an arcade and he got you a plushie from the claw machine as a souvenir (it took 3 hours but it was WORTH it)

crosses his legs when he sits at his gaming set up and has atrocious posture

I'm sorry HE EXPERIENCES YT BOY RAGE 😭 he will cuss you out on mic 🙏🏾

either sleeps through a hurricane or wakes up from a cough no in-between

GETS SICK EASILY?? he hates how groggy it makes him feel but loves when you pamper him and he can just stay in bed and plays games

sticks out his tongue to tease you

THE CUTIE PATOOTIE

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[makaias-trashheap]

Introducing his gf to his stream

(So I’ve read a few different posts that involve Kenma introducing his s/o on a stream for various reasons...so this is by no means an original idea 😅 I just figured I’d try my hand at it. So kudos to whoever came up with this beautiful concept)

Kenma leaned back in his gaming chair finally relaxing after spending a little over an hour on the last boss he was fighting. He decided for the last hour of his stream to let his viewers ask questions, since they were always curious when it comes to his personal life. Unsurprisingly the question about his relationship with his girlfriend came up again, mostly asking if he was ever going to introduce her to them.

“I mean that’s not entirely up to me, but I can ask if she would maybe be ok with it.”

The chat exploded with excited comments asking him to ask so they could meet you. They’ve heard your voice and seen when you’ve brought Kenma a snack or something to drink while streaming, never more than your hand or forearm, but enough to know that you exist. He read over the chat again before sighing and smiles slightly, “You guys really want to meet her that badly?”

He chuckles at the confirmation that once again blows up his chat, “Alright, give me a couple minutes to go and talk to her and I’ll see what I can do.”

He mutes his mic and slides off his headset, setting them on the desk before getting up and making his way back to your shared room to see if you were still awake. Peeking his head in the partially open door he smiles seeing you sitting up in bed working on your latest crochet project, your switch laying abandoned in your lap. Sensing someone watching you, you stop working and look up at the door smiling when you see your boyfriend standing in the doorway, “Hey,” you quickly glance down at your switch to check the time, “finishing up early tonight?”

He shakes his head, “They’re bugging me about wanting to meet you again.”

You chuckle and shake your head going back to working the yarn in your hands, “They certainly can be lively huh? So did you come in here because you’re thinking about giving in?”

“Would you be ok with that? I want to make sure I respect your privacy and I don’t want to push anything. If you aren’t comfortable with it I can tell them no.” 

You look back up at him finishing off the current row of your project you were working on. You guys had talked about the possibility of him introducing you on one of his streams but he wanted to see if the excitement would die down first. You trusted Kenma when it came to making sure that you would be able to safely appear on one of his streams considering how long he had been doing it at this point. You tie off your project and set it aside climbing out of bed, “Alright let’s go do this.”

“You sure?”

You smile and nod holding his hand, “So long as you don’t mind that I mostly look like I just rolled out of bed.”

He smiles and squeezes your hand heading back to his gaming room. He settles into his chair keeping ahold of your hand and pulls you in to sit in his lap wrapping his arms around you. He reaches out to unmute his mic as the chat starts to go wild, “You guys wanted to meet her, here she is.”

You smile slightly and wave, “Hi, I’m Kodzuken’s girlfriend. Nice to meet you.”

You manage to catch a couple messages here and there but can barely keep track of the chat with how rapidly people are commenting.

‘OMG SHES SO PRETTY!’

‘Wait so Kodzuken plays videogames all day and still manages to pull girls.’

‘Teach me your ways!’

Kenma chuckles as your eyes fly across the screen trying to reach the chat before blinking hard. He leans back in his chair pulling you to fully relax against his chest, “I know it’s a lot, I can read off a few questions I’m catching.”

You nod reaching to fidget with one of his hands as Kenma scans over the chat.

“They wanna know how long we’ve been together and how long we’ve known each other.”

“Oh jeez…we’ve been together since we started college so…7 years. But we’ve known each other since high school.” 

Kenma traps your fingers with his and turns his head to kiss your cheek keeping his chin on your shoulder, “No she isn’t much of a gamer.”

You glance at Kenma as he answers and then smile and shake your head turning back to face the monitor, “I don’t have the patience or honestly the skill for it. I play games with him occasionally like Minecraft or Animal Crossing, but crafts are more my thing. Like this,” You gesture to Kenmas beanie he was currently wearing, “I made this for him a while back.” 

You two sat there like that answering questions for a while, Kenma occasionally blocking the user of a hateful comment that managed to slip it’s way in.

“Alright guys we’ve gone over a bit and I’m sure she’d like me to come to bed with her for once, so I’ll see you guys later.”

He closed the stream and sighs burying his face in your neck, “Maybe now they’ll be happy for a while.”

You chuckle and squeeze his arm, “Come on let’s go to bed, I had to fight to keep myself awake while we were doing this.”

He lets go of you and you stand up turning to grab his hand and pull him to his feet. You two make your way back to your room Kenma taking off his beanie and his hoodie before climbing into bed and pulling you to against him, “Thanks for doing that.”

You lean up and kiss him, “Of course, now get some sleep, you sound exhausted.”

He grunts and buries his face in your hair falling asleep fairly quickly.

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[etherrreal]

“creep(er) into my heart”

Pairing: kenma x gn!reader Genre: fluff, friends to lovers Summary: two gamers walk into a fancy restaurant and it goes as well as you’d think. WC: 4,220 Warnings: N/A A/N: This is part 2 of “would you be mine(craft)?” with an even cornier title. You can probably read this without reading the first, but maybe read it for context? (also, i joke that applebee’s sucks but their “bourbon street chicken and shrimp” lives rent free in my head everyday) -Luna

Dates are meant to be anxiety-inducing, whether it’s a stomach full of butterflies or ruthless tornadoes.

So, it’s an odd feeling to be so calm and collected during the days leading up to a big date, especially one with Kenma. You assume it’s because the stakes are so low, knowing that if the spark isn’t there, you’ll still see him on Minecraft, probably that same night, to help with his iron golem farming idea like nothing ever happened. 

What’s even weirder is that both of you have continued to not discuss the date at all since he asked you the weekend before. You don’t know if it’s because it’ll be awkward to break the ice of the discussion or if he’s procrastinating figuring out the plans for that night, but you both continue to play games and watch anime together during the week without even grazing the topic.

If it wasn't for the Google Calendar invite reminding you 48 hours before Saturday that your date was in fact coming up, you would still believe that him asking you out was something you happened to imagine during your post-date funk.

Thankfully, come Thursday evening, not long after you get the notification, he sends you a text letting you know that he’ll be taking you to a restaurant in the city. It’s one you’ve passed several times before, which is how you know, without having to check their Instagram tags, that it’s a semi-formal, if not fully formal, dress code and dining experience. It’s an abnormal choice for Kenma to willingly select a place where he’d have to wear anything that buttons, let alone a full suit, so you have to imagine that the place must have glowing reviews for him to settle on it.

Now all you have to do is find a whole entire formal outfit with only two days’ notice and minimal time after work to shop. No biggie.

But you manage to do it in time—although barely since you had to rally together the group chat to help—and by the time Saturday comes, you’re actually feeling a bit of nerves start to pool in your stomach as you’re getting ready for the night. Although it all dissipates when you get a series of texts from Kenma, minutes apart, realizing that he may be experiencing the same kind of jitters that you’re feeling. 

‘I dont know how to tie a fucking tie, time to cancel the date’ ‘This is harder than finishing Dark Souls’ ‘I got it, but Kuroo made fun of me and is a terrible teacher and now my feelings are hurt’

You zoom through getting ready, and with about 30-ish minutes until your 7PM reservation, the 25-minute Uber ride leaves you with just enough time to be early. And you’re given quite the shock when you step out of the car and you already see Kenma in front of the restaurant, head hung low as he scrolls through his phone. As you get closer, you notice he cleans up nicely in his smart black suit with his hair pulled back into a bun except for a few face-framing pieces. You make sure to call his name to get his attention, his head snapping up when he hears your voice.

“Wooow, look at you, Mr. Snazzy,” you comment, reaching up to straighten his tie. “I’ve never seen you so gussied up before. Must be quite the date for you to dust off your one and only suit.”

“I have a second suit,” he says defensively. “It’s gray because Kuroo says that’s a better color to wear for the daytime.”

“When did Kuroo become your fashion stylist?”

“When my publicist politely said that I looked like a scrub in all my other clothes during meetings.”

“...She never said anything about your hair, though?”

Kenma glares at you, definitely offended by the implication that his excessively grown out roots are unprofessional, to which you offer a small smile, hoping that he knows you meant it with love. 

“Let’s just go inside before I get insulted again tonight.” 

He pulls the door open for you—like the gentleman that he pretends to be—and steps up to greet the host before you can say anything.

“Hello, I have a reservation for 7PM. Kozume.”

Normally, you’d joke about him finally being able to speak to a server by himself, seeing as he still has to hype himself up sometimes before asking for extra ketchup when you’re eating out. You remember there being a time when he ordered marinara sauce with his cheesy bread from Domino’s and when it wasn’t included, he was fully prepared to leave and eat his bread dry to avoid talking to anyone. You ended up having to take the receipt up to the cashier and fixing the mistake so you didn’t have to see him somberly eating his sauceless bread.

The jokes slip your mind, however, as you take in the decor of the place. A few chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, sparkling under the low light from the sconces on the wall. Each table is decorated with a crisp white tablecloth and set with dark green trimmed plates, long-stem wine glasses, and folded cloth napkins around a simple floral centerpiece.

You’re observing the attire of the guests, feeling a bit underdressed, but also overdressed considering how effortless and chic most of the outfits are. The meals they’re eating look especially small, probably only a few bites on the giant plates. It’s a place definitely out of your comfort zone, one that you’d think would be nice to attend, but probably never would because it’s so bougie and you’d feel out of place.

Kenma’s hand on your lower back startles you out of your thoughts, and suddenly, you’re being guided toward the middle of the restaurant, a server in front of you to lead the way.

The server pulls out your chairs, providing menus and telling you that he’ll be back when you’re ready to order. Polite smiles and thanks are given as you settle in, draping your coats over the backs of your chairs and picking up the menus.

If you thought you felt out of place when you walked in, you’re definitely feeling it now. You scan the menu, trying not to look too stressed when you see the prices and can’t recognize or even read the foreign names of certain dishes, but from what you can read, nothing is sparking joy. You’re trying to get a read on Kenma, glancing up to see if he’s also having trouble picking something from the menu or if he’s confident about what to order, but his stoic face gives nothing away.

In an attempt to put out some feelers, you clear your throat before saying, “I’m not really sure what to pick. How about you? See anything you like?”

“I’m still looking, but nothing so far,” he responds, trailing off at the end as he watches a server bring some morsels of food plated on a bowl of rocks to the table next to you. It’s only then that can catch his eye and in them, you’re seeing the same feeling of bewilderment and unease from being in this setting. But it’s gone in a second, back to his normal flat expression.

But you definitely saw it, so now that you know the feeling’s mutual, you feel less bad about feeling it yourself. You let a few moments pass, with the menu held in front of your face, high enough that only your eyes peek out from over the top before you let out a suggestion.

“....You know we passed by a Domino’s on the way here, and now all I can think about are their wings.”

Kenma nearly slams the menu onto the table, eyes wide and ravenous for some food. “I want some of their cheesy bread so bad.”

“Wanna make a run for it?” You’re trying to be low-key when looking around for anyone that could be watching, gently setting the menu down and grabbing the collar of your coat, looking back to Kenma for confirmation. He’s already shoved one arm into the sleeve of his blazer and is scooting back his chair to stand, making sure to give you a nod so you know that it’s go time.

You’re not as graceful as Kenma is in your escape, nearly spilling someone’s drink while putting on your coat on the way out. You pick up your pace, ignoring Kenma’s glance and snickers. He reaches the door first, holding it open for you while you finally get your coat on. There’s a beat while you stand there before you both burst into giggles, nearly keeling over with laughter and tears in your eyes.

Finally, standing up straight after a few minutes, you gesture behind you. “Ready to go get a gourmet meal?” 

With an excited nod from Kenma, you walk side by side down the streets. You use the time to clown him for not knowing how to tie a tie, even suggesting that you’ll gift him a clip-on for future uses so he doesn’t hurt his little gamer hands trying to tie a knot. 

To which he responds with, “And I’ll light your Minecraft house on fire using my little gamer hands if you don’t shut up.”

Suddenly, you’re silent.

The Domino’s is a bit farther than it seemed while in the car, but eventually, you see the glowing blue and red symbol high up on the square building, rushing ahead to rip open the door so you can quickly usher Kenma inside and order as soon as possible.

Too much money later, you’re skipping out of Domino’s, wings and cheesy bread secured along with other impromptu boxes of goodies to take home. You’re both waiting at the corner while you pull open the Google Maps app to figure out the best place to catch a cab when you notice a spot nearby that piques your interest. 

“Did you know there’s an arcade around the corner?!” you nearly scream, shoving your phone in his face to show him Google Maps. 

“No, I didn’t know that,” he says, moving your phone at least a few inches away from his face. “Want to go there?”

“Won’t our food get cold though?”

“That’s what microwaves are for. Duh,” he jokes, grabbing your hand to guide you down the block to the illuminated storefront. You run in like children, making a beeline to the token machine. You begin reaching for your wallet when Kenma lets go of your hand, shoving your wallet away and aggressively pulling out money from his own.

You stare down at your palm in the meantime, feeling little tingles spread throughout it, flexing your fingers and no doubt looking like a weirdo.

Kenma has done his fair share of dragging you away from places, usually when you're glued to the glass window of a store that has anime knick-knacks you want but have absolutely no damn space for, but usually he just grabs your elbow or wrist. You could be overthinking it, but he must've grabbed your hand on purpose. Or you're just that desperate for physical affection. 

He shoves a handful of tokens into your open palm, putting his own into his pockets. The arcade suddenly feels so overwhelming, with lights and noises all around you. Should you try the crane games first? Or maybe some skee-ball? You could probably dominate him in that…

“Want to start with some air hockey?” Kenma suggests, pointing over to a free table in the corner. 

Yes. Air hockey. An easy win start. “Oh hell yeah, let’s do that.”

You shouldn’t have been so confident. It’s not turning out in your favor, not in the slightest, and you should’ve guessed that, going up against a guy who was the brain of his volleyball team. In your defense, you did win the first game, rubbing it in Kenma’s face and doing a dance like a sore winner. Then he absolutely demolished you for the next three rounds and had the gall to be humble about it like he didn’t just embarrass you in front of the many elementary school kids around you.

You would’ve kept going, being stubborn as hell and telling Kenma, “Best 5 out of 6?” until you got into double digits. But suddenly he has to “go use the bathroom,” which sounds like an excuse to you.

“I’ll be right back. Don’t go too far,” he warns you.

And, to be fair, you don’t go too far. You only walk about twenty feet away to the anime crane game that’s hiding behind a row of other crane games that would be blocking Kenma’s view to you if he comes back the same way he left. He has a phone that he could use to text you if he really can’t find you. 

It’ll be fiiiine, you think as you slide in a token and get ready to win the anime figure. 

The time passes quickly, not that you notice it. All you know is that you’ve gone through maybe half of your tokens while trying to get the figure to fall between the two bars, only asking the staff to help you reposition once because you managed to mess it up that bad. 

It’s funny to think that you were more worried about sticking out like a sore thumb at the fancy restaurant than you are now at the arcade, surrounded by people of all ages in sneakers and jeans while you stand there at the claw machine in dress clothes with your nose nearly against the glass. Maybe they’ll think you’re an important business person coming by to decompress after a very long, busy day at work. 

Then you squawk when you finally score the prize after only several more dollars worth of coins, and the facade promptly sails out the window.

It’s only after you have the box in your arms that you decide to check the time, realizing you’ve spent at least ten minutes straight playing. What’s weirder is that Kenma still hasn’t returned yet, and you have no messages or missed calls from him asking where you’re at, which means he's either still in the bathroom–and if that’s the case, you’re deeply worried for his bowels–or he got distracted on his way back from it. 

You’re almost at the bathrooms when you see Kenma walking towards you from the corner of your eye, definitely not coming from the bathroom as you’d expect. 

“Where were you? I thought you said you had to go to the bathroom.” You notice he’s holding an overstuffed plastic bag. “What did you get? When the hell did you even have time? Or are you just that lucky?”

“Oh. This is, uh..” Suddenly, he’s sheepish, opening the plastic bag where you can see something fuzzy and pink in it. “I didn’t actually need to go to the bathroom. I saw a Kirby plush in a crane machine when we walked in and knew I had to get it for you.” 

Before you could even say anything, he’s pulling out the plush and you notice it’s not just a regular Kirby, but one with a chef hat and pan. You make grabby hands at it until he hands it over, trying to hold it just with one hand and squishing it against your chest and face. 

“I love him so much! Thank you, Kenma.” 

Like a lot of things tonight, it’s different from your normal friendly interactions. Instead of your usual hugs where you go in at a diagonal or the lazier times when it’s just a side hug, your arms are now wrapped around his neck with his around your waist. It feels weird. A good weird. Like you’re feeling the subtle change from friendship to something a little more. It’s hard not to get your hopes up because although you’ve told yourself that you’ll be good with being ‘just friends,’ throughout the night, you find yourself quite hopeful for the chance to explore something romantic with Kenma. 

You part slowly, him shoving Kirby back into the bag and insisting on holding it for you after you reach for it, which you suppose you could allow since he’s been such a gentleman tonight. 

“Great minds think alike because I got you a gift, too,” you announce, handing over the box you worked so hard for. “I don’t remember her name, but I know you have a few that look like her in your room, so what’s one more to add to your waifu collection.”

“Thanks for the gift, and also, for saying that so loud. I’m sure the whole arcade liked hearing about how much of a weeb I am.” He gives you a smile, somehow managing to stuff the box into the already full bag. “Want to spend the rest of our tokens then head to mine? I only have a few more.”

You pull your sad six out of your pocket. “Yeah, me too. That crane game wasn’t kind to me.”

You have a blast with the remaining tokens, staying away from crane games and sticking more to the classics. You learn that Kenma’s strategic thinking in volleyball does not translate over to basketball when you watch him miss every single basket of the game except for his last one in which he threw the ball against the back wall in frustration and landed right in the net.

Even when ordering the Uber minutes later, he still has a frown etched on his face from losing, and as much as you want to rub it in his face that now he’s feeling like you were after air hockey, you leave him to sit in his feelings. 

It’s a silent ride, at least on the outside. Internally, you’re an anxious, overthinking mess with your inner thoughts going a mile a minute. You spend the whole ride back to his place wondering if it’d be too forward of you to hold his hand that’s sitting on the seat between you two. It’s not like he didn’t hold your hand earlier tonight, even if it was only to drag you toward the arcade. Once you finally convince yourself that it’d be okay to try, the ride is over and his hand slips away to open the car door and you sigh as you lose your chance to be brave. 

When you’re home, Kenma’s tie and shirt undone and your dress shoes thrown haphazardly by the door, you finally get to discuss your thoughts on the restaurant. About how stuffy it felt in your formal clothes and how ridiculous the plating looked for the meals because you didn’t know what they’d even be able to taste with a portion size that small. Kenma even thanks you for breaking the ice by bringing up Domino’s because if you never did it “you’d still be in that restaurant having your 12th course of the meal.”

You swallow your bite and take a quick sip of your drink. “Why did you even choose that restaurant in the first place? Doesn’t feel like a place you’d be at.”

Kenma shrugs, brushing off the crumbs from his hands. “I don’t know… I guess I didn’t want our first date to be just like any other night we’d had. I wanted it to stand out from the rest so you can know that I’m serious about you.”

Your heart just about bursts hearing his gentle voice say that. “That’s… So sweet. I don’t know what to say to that besides thank you. Never knew you could be so charming.”

“Don’t expect it too often,” he jokes, to which you respond with an elbow to his ribs. “I know today didn’t go as expected, so maybe we can try again with a different restaurant.” 

“Maybe—and this is me just spitballing here—we should work our way up to the formal dress restaurants by starting with something simple like… Applebee’s.”

“I feel like Applebee’s is somehow a worse starting point than a place like McDonald’s.”

“Fiiiine. Since you have so much to say, then you pick where we’re eating for our next date. Just make sure I can get away with wearing sneakers and jeans, is all I’m saying.”

“Who said we were actually going on a second date? I don’t know if I want to date someone who eats wings like a toddler.” He reaches over with a napkin to wipe the corners of your mouth which you begrudgingly allow.

“Well, I don’t know if I want to date someone who waits until 48 fucking hours before the date to tell me that I have to put together a whole formal outfit for a restaurant.” Kenma looks away abruptly, but not before you see his shameless smirk. “Why the hell did you even take so long?” 

“I had to use some connections to get a reservation there within the week, and they didn’t get back to me until Thursday, so you knew when I knew!” 

“Hm… okay. I’ll let that one slide then. For now.” 

“So, I can get a second date?” 

“If you insist.”

Kenma puts what’s left of your food in his fridge with the promise of leftovers tomorrow. You help him tidy up a bit, taking your sweet time because it’s finally dawned on you that the date will be ending soon. You’re hit with a wave of disappointment, realizing just how much you enjoyed his company all day. And maybe it’s silly, but you don’t want it to end just yet.

When you’ve thrown away the last napkin, you slide in next to him in the kitchen, bumping shoulders with him before hooking your arm with his. “Wanna finish watching that anime you showed me? The one with the long title?”

He lets out an amused chuckle. “Glad you enjoyed it so much that you remember the name, but sure.”

He lets you guide him to the couch by his arm, plopping yourselves down on it while he grabs his remote to pick the show from his ‘continue watching’ section.

Halfway through the episode, you scooch even closer to Kenma so you can lean on him, your head gently resting on his shoulder to test the waters. He lifts his arm up to grasp you tighter, fingers trailing up and down your upper arm without looking away from the screen. You peer up at him to see a little smile on his face—hoping it’s because of your current position and not because of the atrocities happening on the screen. You’re rarely this close to Kenma. The closest you get to him on the daily is him leaning over you to fix some computer issues or you peering over his shoulder to watch him play on his Switch. 

You’ve never paid attention to his warm amber scent mixed with something floral, probably from his conditioner he told you he overpaid for because he thought it was on sale. How plush his hoodie is and how you’re definitely going to be “borrowing” it as a partner tax in the future. Or how the ends of his hair that’s tickling your face are really soft, no doubt because of that expensive conditioner, and you fight the urge to play with a few pieces. You could get used to being with him if this is what you’d be getting every day.

You manage to last another episode and a half before his soft touch lulls you to sleep, a smile mirroring his on your face.

You have a funny dream that night; you and Kenma are at an Applebee’s, both dressed in your grubbiest hoodies and sweats, while the subpar food sits untouched in front of you. He’s holding one of your hands on the table, stroking his thumb back and forth on the back of yours, the other hand keeping his head propped. You’re telling a story, laughing and waving your free hand around as you delve deep into it. To everybody else, you’re sure Kenma looks bored out of his mind, probably waiting for you to stop talking or at least get to the good part. But you know him better than that.

You can see the affection in his eyes as he doesn’t break eye contact with you, humming in acknowledgment wherever necessary so you know he’s actually listening. He’s squeezing your hand every now and again just because he can. His phone is face down on the far end of the table, most likely on ‘Do Not Disturb’ because you don’t hear a single vibration against the table. 

You’ve got his complete and undivided attention until he decides to get off his seat to lean over the table. You quiet down immediately, unsure of what the hell he’s going to do until he tilts his head and gently kisses you on your lips, lasting only a second before promptly sitting down and telling you to continue your story as if nothing happened. 

Non-dream Kenma would never do something so bold in public. At least, you don’t think so. 

But, goddammit, even if it means writing a script and playing director, you’re going to try your fucking hardest to make sure it happens exactly like your dream during your second date.

Written by: Luna

we’ve got a taglist if you’re interested 👀

#kenma x reader #kozume kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #kenma kozume #kenma imagines #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #hq kenma #hq x reader #hq imagines #haikyuu!! #our writing #luna writes

[lawlzichat]

kenma laying down between your thighs while he plays his games. but once you squeeze your thighs, he caresses them softly. he'd also kiss your thighs when he wins a gameeeee (or he just kisses them if he wants to more like he'd kiss your thighs every time while playing)...

and he would suffocate between your thighs if he could.

(i was listening to this while thinking bout this)

#haikyuu #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #kenma #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu suggestive #kisses #thighs #kenma x reader #kenma imagines #just one chance #Spotify

[cherryxoke]

WAYS THEY CUDDLE

nekoma edition:

The ones that guy you tight so you know that they are never letting you go. They want you to stay with them for as long as possible and holding you tight is the way they show it.

lev

The ones that lay on top of your chest because it’s just so comfy. They can fall asleep within minutes of laying on your chest and they always feel the need to squeeze your ribs as tight as they can.

kenma

The ones that complain that they don’t want to but never let you go when you need to pee. They hold on as tight as they can when you say that. If that doesn’t work then they will pretend they’re sleeping so you can stay with them.

yaku

The ones that are connected to you 24/7. Even without meaning to be they are naturally cuddly. They keep you by their side all the time. Somehow always holding your hand. It’s not a surprise that they are small spoon and refuse to be big spoon.

kuroo, yamamoto

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu characters #atsumu headcanons #haikyu x reader #kuroo headcanons #haikyuu #kyotani headcanons #nishinoya headcanons #semi headcanons #kenma headcanons #kuroo imagines #lev imagines #lev headcanons #yaku imagines #yaku headcanons #yamamoto imagines #yamamoto headcanons #kenma imagines #kenma fluff #kenma icons #kenma x gender neutral reader

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

OMG I JUST SAW THE BASKETBALL Y/N WITH ATSUMU AND HINATA!! CAN YOU DO IT WITH SUNA AND KENMA 2 I LOVE THEM AND UR WRITIINGS SM!!!!

UR SO SWEET !!!! OFCCC

I Could Teach You How To Shoot.

**

Kenma

he’s not to fond of actually playing basketball but he loves to watch you play it ofc

he’s always at all of your games and if your like a professional basketball player the camera people know that they should record him or get a lil clip cause he’s always decked out in some type of merch

if you do end up getting him to play he’s not the best but just needs some practice, he’ll get so embarrassed when he messes up a little bit but just tell him it’s okay and comfort him and he’ll be fine

you guys end up playing volleyball a little bit and all of a sudden there’s a whole 180 he’s so engaged and he looks so professional playing

“ what happened to all that shyness from yesterday!??”

all he does is blush

like stop stink

anywho he tries to learn how to play through like video games even though you keep on telling him it’s not like the real thing

but y’all live to bond over video games. based on basketball like games

like he doesn’t know how to play basketball that well but he’s still kicking your ass at the game.. like huh

i love our short king but when you dunk on him he be lookin like that one bald steve harvey picture

Suna

he literally is a mess cause he swear that volleyball is better than basketball

then he’s gonna try to prove it by like showing the logic behind volleyball and how it makes much more sense than basketball

like bffr.

and the sad thing is he’s actually pretty good at playing

but he says “ how do you even know who gets the ball” “ volleyball is much more easier than this”

oh okay Suna

if your a professional or even if your not people always catch videos of him staring at you very hard on court

like a literal hawk

he’s watching like his life depends on that shit

he’ll rent our basketball courts so you guys can play together in the court just the two of you it’s like a lil date (i feel like kenma would do the same)

it’s like that one scene in Love and Basketball except y’all aren’t betting on shit

BUT MAYBE YOU GUYS MAKE DEALS

“if i make this shot..mmmmm.. you gotta give me a kiss” you say

“okay, watch you miss” he says

you stand at the free throw line. get ready to shoot.. and miss

“you jinxed it..” you pout

“nooo you just need more practice, im better” (oh okay..) you end up just standing there upset and to cheer you up he comes over and he kisses you on the cheek

“you want me to teach you how to shoot?” he whispers in your ear

masterlist 9/15/2022

#suckmybigtoeoikawa #headcannons #suna x reader #suna headcannons #suna hcs #suna x y/n #suna rintarō #kenma x reader #kenma headcannons #kenma x y/n #kenma hcs #kenma kozume #suna scenarios #kenma scenario #kenma imagines #suna imagines

[satorisoup]

★ THE AFTER PARTY - TEASER

⋆ kuroo x reader haikyuu band au

⋆ y/n is a growing, independent singer/song writer under the persona, “vocaliz3.” when offered the opportunity to write songs for the famous band “N3KODANI”, her skills are put to the test in more ways than one, unaware of the feelings and fame that could arise. will she make it to the top of the music industry?

I BET YA’LL WERENT PREPARED FOR ME TO DROP A WHOLE SERIES MWUAHAHA. im putting an entire souls worth of effort into it. stay tuned <3

#⋆ THE AFTER PARTY #satorisoup #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsuro haikyuu #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #hq kuroo #akaashi scenarios #kotaro bokuto #atsumu fic #haikyuu smau #haikyuu osamu #suna rintaro haikyuu #kenma imagines #alisa haiba #hq smau #kuroo testuro #hq kenma #hq bokuto #hq akaashi #hq atsumu #hq osamu #hq suna #hq drabble #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you

[daisy-dont-play]

Okay but imagine Kenma being your best friends brother

Like, if you were the biggest cry baby and he had the audacity to do the fake gum thing that would electrocute you and then you just started bawling 😭. Then your bestie/his sister would make him apologize and you would only stop crying when he finally have you his Nintendo switch. Idk I just thought it was cute

#kenma kozume x reader #kenma bfb #child kenma #kenma imagines

[strawberrykake]

Your Other Half

kenma x male!reader

warnings: none except fluff

notes: requested, reader is the polar opposite of Kenma, and Nekoma’s just standing there watching y’all like “wtf, how’d that happen?”, friends to lovers ❣️

What started off as an “introvert adopted by an extrovert” friendship blossomed into a beautiful relationship

It was probably when you outrightly told him about your feelings

Sitting on the grass, you played with his hair as he laid his head on your lap

He just lays there, listening to you pour out your emotions to him

After a few moments of silence, the faux blonde speaks up

“We should date or something,” he mumbles.

His voice was monotone, as if he didn’t care about the confession you just made

But with the way he entangled his hands with yours and the pink creeping up his cheeks and ears, you can tell he’s never longed for anything more

You respond to his statement with a kiss

His lips reciprocate your movements

Actions really speak louder than words for Kenma LOL

you remember how surprised the team was when they saw you holding hands and being intimate in public for the first time

You had one hand in his long hair, taking off leaves that had fallen into them, the other hand holding onto his

He just looked at you with full adoration

And from not too far is Yamamoto and Fukunaga with eyes popping out of their sockets at the scene 😦😦

“W-wh” Fukunaga points a shaky finger at you both

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing Fukunaga-kun?” Yamamoto gasps in disbelief.

Everyone finds out eventually because of their loud mouths (mainly Yamatoto’s though)

The team watches as you skip into the gym, bringing light into the room, with Kenma walking beside you

“Hey, guys!” you cheer, greeting everyone in high spirits as usual. “How’re you doing?”

Then there’s Kenma who gives everyone a quick nod before walking past them.

No one brings up the topic of you two being in a relationship

Because Yamamoto and Fukunaga could’ve seen wrong

Not even when you give him a pep talk

Or give him motivation by cheering whenever he’d make a smart move

Only when it was break time, and Kenma was almost beyond his limit

You ran over to him with a juice box, wiping his sweaty forehead with a towel, offering small words of motivation and little jokes

“You looked really cool out there”, “How are you so talented?”, “I could practically hear you thinking your next move from the bleachers”

He smiles tiredly and that’s when Kuroo speaks up

“Okay, what’s happening here?” He says with arms crossed.

Kenma sighs and looks over at you for approval.

You read his expression and nod.

“Yeah, we’re uh…” the setter clears his throat. “Dating.”

“I KNEW IT!” Yamamoto’s voice is heard from behind you.

How’d he get there?

Fukunaga is also beside him, high-fiving his friend

Kuroo freezes. “Y-you?” the captain points at his childhood friend. “And…him?” Kuroo’s finger drags over to your direction, making you jump.

In the end, everyone celebrates

Although, it’s mind-boggling to see you, a hyperactive guy, with a lethargic dude

Sometimes even Kenma questions it

How did he earn this relationship?

But then he remembers the way you laugh at his dull jokes, the long conversations late at night, the way your positive energy has worn off of him

Whenever he’s feeling down, he craves your presence

+ Your his energy source

And it all just makes sense

Your his other half

The yin to your yang

Contradictory opposites, yet inseparable

#requests #kenma x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #kenma imagines #kenma hcs #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma #kozume kenma imagines #kenma fluff #haikyuu fluff

[heartsoji]

WHO WOULD CONFESS FIRST

pairings: bokuto x reader, kenma x reader, akaashi x reader, atsumu x reader, osamu x reader, iwaizumi x reader, suga x reader (separate)

overview: would you or the hq boy confess first?

warnings: a lot of abbreviations used, aged up in iwa's, mentions of drinking in iwa's, mild swearing

BOKUTO KOUTARO

bokuto!

pls there's no way he wouldnt

he'd literally probs cry and force u to take it back if u did

i think his confession would be very cute and heartwarming

he'd probs come with some classic red roses, a cute teddy bear, and just tell u straight up that he likes you

"hey, y/n. yk, i feel like we've known each other for a while now, and i think ur a rlly amazing person, yk? i just wanted to tell you that i like you now, and its totally up to you if you do too and wanna take this somewhere." or smth. it would have the same mood and tone as when he was talking with akaashi outside after his first nationals match about how he was reflecting on his last 3 years of hs vb if u remember that scene

he'd probs be a bit nervous and a little sheepish bc he's honestly rlly scared to lose you

it wouldn't be in public, but it wouldn't be in total private either. probably somewhere like a park or smth while ugs r out and about

he'd be the happiest guy in the world if u said yes (why wouldn't u)

he'd drop the roses and teddy and pull you into a rib-crushing bear hug and spin you around laughing

pls hes such a sweetie

KOZUME KENMA

either

mmm i could rlly see it going either way

bc on one hand, i don't rlly see kenma as the type to want to confess bc he'd probs feel uncomfy with it

but on the other hand, he's bsfs with kuroo soo

if you confessed he'd probably shyly accept it and try to bite back the stupidly wide grin trying to form on his face and he'd be very cute and flustered

now if he confessed

lets see

if kuroo let him do it his own way but still made him do it, kenma would def choose somewhere private

the most likely scenario is that he'd probs give u a short and sweet confession whilst ugs r playing a video game or watching smth

he probs wouldn't bring a gift, but there's a chance he'd bring chocolate!

it would be very subtle, sweet, and kenma-like

now

if kuroo played a good hand in this

it would probs get screwed up

bc kenma would think kuroos idea was stupid but kuroo went on with his own idea

what i think would probs happen is kuroo would like put letters and flowers in ur locker and pretend to be kenma or smth and then be like "come to the rooftop -ur secret admirer" but then he forgets to tell kenma to go to the rooftop and everything is screwed up

ORR he makes u and kenma go to like an amusement park or smth but then kenma hates it so ugs leave and he confesses to u on the walk home or smth

his confession wouldn't be very long. "i like you." "huh?" (no reply) "kenma, do you mean that?" "yeah."

LOLL

kuroo is a 0/10 wingman

AKAASHI KEIJI

akaashi!

he's a very traditional gentleman

he'd bring some sort of symbolic flower with nice meanings like pink camellias, red chrysanthemums, dahlias, gardenias, etc paired with white baby's breaths

i could also just see him going with roses bc they're classic

he'd take you somewhere nice

a nice restaurant or a hilltop picnic, maybe

it would honestly probs be on valentines day or some other date that he liked the sound of (like 1/11 or smth. he wanted it to be a pretty-sounding date)

he'd plan everything out very carefully and it would be so romantic

"y/n... ur the most beautiful girl i've ever met. you're sweet, kind, thoughtful, and you make me so happy. when i'm with you, i forget about all my worries and im able to just be myself, and for that, i truly thank you. y/n, you make me a better person. will you be my valentine?"

when you accepted, he'd let out a sigh of relief and gently hold your hand and whisper a soft "thank you" that gives u so many butterflies

very romantic and very well thought-out

MIYA ATSUMU

you!

this might be a tad bit controversial

idk i just feel like he's never confessed before and doesn't even know how

he'd be scared to lose u and scared that he'll be rejected and his pride will be wounded

the most likely scenario i can think of is this:

on valentines day, you, his bsf, put a love letter along with some candy on his desk

ofc he doesn't see it or read it bc he gets so many that he doesn't rlly read them if he doesn't recognize the name, and u didn't put ur name on the envelope

later that day, ugs r walking together and just chatting when the topic of love letters and valentines stuff comes up

and at some point, u casually mention that u gave someone a love letter to someone

bro literally chokes on his drink and his heart drops to someone

"WHO"

"hmm.. idk if i should tell u"

"TELL MEEEE IM UR BSFFF"

"idk.. should i rlly?"

"Y/NNNN"

"fine, u big baby. i'll give u a hint. they're on the volleyball team."

"HUH? WHO IS IT? IS IT KITA? ARAN? wait don't tell me its suna? OHMIGOSH IS IT SAMU? NO PLS DONT TELL ME ITS SAMU"

"its not."

"oh thank god. who is it?"

"you."

"HUH"

yeah

he tries to play it cool but hes literally so flustered and its so obvious

when he accepts he tries to keep up the cool act but at some he just abandons it and swoops u up into a rlly giddy happy hug

hes a big dorky baby rlly, but hes ur big dorky baby ig

MIYA OSAMU

osamu!

he'd confess with food bc duh

food is the way to the heart

im still deciding on whether he'd make chocolates or just like onigiris or smth but im kinda leaning towards onigiris bc it just seems more him

he'd make some rlly good chocolate tho

either way, it'd be pretty chill

"here." *hands onigiri to u*

"huh? what's this for?" *takes a bite* "thanks tho."

"y/n, i like you."

*almost chokes* "huh?"

"r u serious?"

"dead serious."

"like r u actually being fr?"

"so fr."

"r u sure ur not playing w/ me?"

"u never shut up, do ya?"

and then he kisses u on the lips to shut up, catching u off guard

"i'm a pretty damn good cook. that's fuckin amazing"

"TF"

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

you!

tbh at first i thought iwa but after giving it a little more thought, i don't think he would ( i can imagine a few scenarios in which he would, but i feel its a bit unlikely! )

he rlly treasures ur friendship, and losing it would be his literal worst nightmare

bro had no intention of ever revealing it tbh

if you confessed, he'd probs honestly just play it rlly cool bc hes genuinely so effortlessly like dominant its so ADJHHDAAH

HOWEVER i love the idea of iwa confessing ( i don't think he would but uh i want him to) so i thought up a lot of scenarios i could see happening, but the one i'm the most satisfied with is this:

him picking up his phone at 4am in the morning to here your drunk ass mumbling abt some shit he can't remember but his car is under repairs so he runs to pick you up

he arrives quickly and when you see him, you run and jump into his arms, giddily drunk

he carries you back on his back, and at some point, you drunkily mumble how you like him (ig even in this u ended up confessing first lol)

he mumbles how he does too, but decides to wait until you're sober to address it

when you're sober the next day, he confronts you

"hey, so uh, y/n?"

"yeah?"

"yesterday... when u were drunk, u... said some stuff."

"oh gosh. what embarrassing shit did i say this time?"

"you said that you liked me."

"oh."

then there's the awkward process of "did u mean it?" "yeah." "oh ok. i like u too"

then yay! couple!

sweet

SUGAWARA KOSHI

suga!

it'd be a very classic high school confession

he'd ask u to meet somewhere private, special, or sentimental/significant to ugs

rosy-eared, he'd ask u to be his gf nervously

super super happy when u say yes

this one's short bc i've alr talked abt it in a diff post. it's the falling in love w/ sugawara koshi one :) go check it out!

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[euphoricimagination]

Premise: After your first year in Japan with your 3 dumb best friends, Atsumu, Osamu and Suna; you had to move to Tokyo. There you meet the cats, alongside many other people, who'll help to make your life much more interesting. And while your heart is still...confused, the Tokyo air helps a certain cat enter your heart sneakily ;)

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[etherrreal]

“would you be mine(craft)?”

Pairing: kenma x gn!reader Genre: fluff, friends to lovers Summary: your dating life sucks, Kenma’s dating life sucks, so what’s there to lose if you just date each other? WC: 1,670 Warnings: N/A A/N: honestly, if one single person asks for it, i’ll write their date just because i love writing for kenma lol -Luna (and here’s part 2 for your convenience~)

You’ve been in this position before: holding the hand of your date as you approach your apartment building, turning to him with a polite smile on your face as you share some general kind words about the night. Then he starts to slowly lean in, head tilting and eyelids falling shut, seeing if you’ll reciprocate the gesture, which you do.

And it's like it always is: he kisses you and you kiss him back. It's fine. It's a perfectly serviceable kiss, and you know that the idea of fireworks and unicorns jumping over rainbows the moment you kiss someone is a fantasy sold to you by Hollywood, but you've definitely had kisses from previous partners—or, hell, even previous breakfast burritos—that sparked more emotion than the one you're engaging in right now.

But that's how you know it's not really fine. And when you pull away and open your eyes again, you muster up the most convincing smile you can while bidding your date goodnight and heading into your apartment building. And as you stare at the bright red number count up, riding the elevator to your floor, you already know that you're not going to be reaching out to plan another date. Instead, you’ll be sending the same very formal text you've sent so many times before about how you enjoyed your time but simply "didn't feel a spark" and you hope he has good luck with his dating life in the future.

And you pray that maybe this time he won't spam you with vulgar texts calling you the worst names possible.

...Maybe you should just start ghosting, instead.

You're on autopilot as you enter your quiet, dark apartment, flicking on the light and kicking off your shoes. You take the back of your hand to wipe your mouth because you can still feel your date’s spit on your lips, and something about it feels invasive. Your purse gets tossed onto the couch, followed by your body, and you're whipping out your phone to copy and paste the classic rejection text you now have saved in your notes app for your convenience. It's quite sad, if you think about it, but that's why you try not to.

The ink hasn't even dried yet, so to speak, before you call your best friend Aina to update her on the outcome. The line rings only twice before she picks up.

She shoots right out the gate with the important questions. "How’d it go? Is he hot? Is he rich? Tell me everything!"

"It was okay,” you answer, trying –and failing– to keep the sigh out of your voice.

"Yikes. Just 'okay?' That doesn't sound like second date material."

"I just felt like there wasn't any interest from both sides. It kinda felt more like a job interview than a date." You hold the phone against your shoulder as you attempt to toe off your socks and remove your now uncomfortable pants. "I'll give him props for keeping a conversation flowing, though."

"Yeeeeeah, we shouldn't applaud a fish for swimming," she remarks. You let out a laugh, nearly fumbling the phone in your pantsless pursuit. "Did you guys kiss?"

"We did, at the end, after he walked me home, but again, nothing. It was more of a 'last chance to salvage this' kiss than a romantic one." Your phone buzzes against your shoulder and you pull away to check the notification, seeing the dating app symbol at the top of your phone. "I texted him a bit ago telling him it didn't work out, and he just responded, agreeing."

"Well, at least he wasn't rude about it."

"We shouldn't applaud a fish for swimming, remember?" You double-check the time and let out a heavy, exhausted sigh. "Well, I'm going to take a shower and wash my face and scrub my lips."

"It was that bad?"

"No, just... Wet."

"Ew. I'm so sorry. Enjoy your shower, and I'll talk to you later!"

You hang up with a goodbye and manage to peel yourself off the couch, though not without a series of grunts and groans like a middle-aged father. A warm shower sounds like exactly what you need to turn your night around from ‘meh’ to ‘decent.’ 

And a boiling hot, 15-minute shower is what you had. With fresh, cozy pajamas on and lotioned skin, you drag your slippered feet toward the kitchen, feeling a craving for some kind of snack after the average dinner meal you had earlier tonight.

As you stand there with the cupboards open, you glance at the clock on the microwave—still off by an hour from when the time changed—and wonder if anyone’s in the Minecraft realm at the moment. Probably Kenma.

You grab the first bag of chips you see and head to your bedroom, getting comfortable in front of your computer so you can boot up Minecraft. You’re in the game for maybe a minute before you hear the Discord chime, a message waiting for you from Kenma.

ken-ma dick fit in your mouth:: 💻📞🗣️? call me by y/n:: …are you asking me to get in the voice channel?? ken-ma dick fit in your mouth:: 👍 call me by y/n:: bet call me by y/n:: also, whoever changed your username is a funny guy 😉 ken-ma dick fit in your mouth:: 🖕

With an evil chuckle, you pull out your headset and plop it on your head, switching channels and waiting patiently for Kenma to join. Shocking to no one, it takes only a few moments for his name to pop up.

“Yo, what’s up?”

“Hey,” he greets, his character popping up in front of yours and crouching, throwing down bread in front of you. “How’d your date go?” 

“It went absolutely terrible!” You attempt to joke about it, but the bitterness seeps through. “He was an okay dude, but there was absolutely no chemistry, whatsoever. It was like having a meeting with a coworker.” 

“What is that, like, the third failed date this month?” 

“Oh god, please don’t say that out loud. It makes me feel bad,” you say with a lighthearted chuckle. 

“Sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine. Sometimes I just wonder if it’s me, ya know? Like, am I the problem, or is it the type of guys that I’m going after?” You pause your mining, pondering all the failed dates, and if there’s some kind of common denominator between them all. Or maybe that common denominator is you? 

Kenma makes a noise of disagreement, saying nothing more as he continues breaking down lines of cobbled deep slate, pausing to mumble ‘zombie’ as he shoots him dead, the little jingle of EXP loud in your ears. 

“Anyway, enough about my depressing dating life. How’s yours? Did you end up asking out that one girl you were telling me about?” 

He lets out a heavy sigh. “Yeah. She had a boyfriend.”

“Oof. That had to suck. Sorry, man. Looks like we’re both striking out lately.”

Usually, he’d hum in acknowledgment, like he tends to do when there’s nothing else he can add to the conversation, but still wants you to know you’ve been heard. Instead, you notice there’s an odd silence, like he’s planning on adding something more.

Kenma clears his throat, and you hear him shift his headset. “When I told Kuroo, he said that we should just go out to put each other out of our misery.” 

Of course he did. That seems like a very Kuroo thing to say, but a very weird Kenma thing to relay to you. He’s probably gotten similar comments from his friends—like you have from yours—before, the kind of friends who believe that a woman and a man can’t be friends without wanting to fuck each other, but you wouldn’t know because he’s never cared enough to tell you about it. But he wouldn’t bring it up now if he didn’t think there was some kind of truth to it… Right?

“I… don’t really have anything negative to say about that idea. It wouldn’t be the worst idea he’s had,” you say, although the idea of admitting Kuroo was right makes you a little sick. 

The continued silence is deafening, and it gives you a lot of time and space to think about whether or not you should regret what you just said. The idea of going out with Kenma hasn’t crossed your mind since your friendship began years ago, and even then, it was fleeting. Over time, you’ve built such a strong friendship that you’ve never felt the need to throw in a romantic aspect to the relationship.

And you meant what you said. You don’t object to the idea of dating Kenma. Both your friends and Kenma’s have commented in the past that you’re like the same person. You’ve never fought, and any disagreements that you’ve ever had, non-game related, have been solved so smoothly that you don’t really see them as disagreements at all. The friendship you have is so stable that even if the date were to fail, it’d be incredibly easy and not awkward in the slightest to fall back into your old routine as just buddies. 

Your heart is in your throat when his voice finally breaks the silence. “Okay. How does next Saturday sound?”

“Sounds good to me,” you agree, a smile growing on your face. 

You spend the next few hours gaming, as usual. Neither of you brings up the date again nor makes any kind of sly reference to it, and you both continue speaking like it’s any other night. You can’t help but wonder for a moment if the whole date agreement was just an exhaustion-induced fever dream.

But after you’ve both signed off for the night, you receive a notification for a Google Calendar invite from Kenma titled “Date with Y/N 💐” set for next weekend, and you realize, with sudden butterflies in your stomach, that the whole conversation wasn’t a dream, and you’ll be going out with your best friend next Saturday.

You can hardly wait.

Written by: Luna

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