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capricornlevi · 1 year

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fine lines & sunflowers - bokuto koutarou x reader

summary: you really should have known better than to make a bet with kenma -- now, you have to face your worst fear: getting a tattoo. To make matters worse, the artist - bokuto, your friends inform you - is apparently renowned for being unforgiving and harsh to newcomers. you need to see for yourself if he lives up to that reputation. timeskip bokuto!tattoo artist AU x reader.

cw: explicit sexual content, reader has a phobia of needles (not discussed in detail, but mentions of the phobia in the context of getting a tattoo), alcohol consumption (all sex is sober & consensual)

NSFW, 18+ - MDNI - MINORS and AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT!

wc: 8.2k

a/n: this is a birthday gift for my wonderful friend sofia @brainrot329 who is the world's most dedicated bokuto simp & also the most incredibly kind person i know ! happy birthday sofia !

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The first thing you notice about the Black Jackal Tattoo Shop is how the neon sign above the entrance is so bright that it hurts your eyes.

It’s late in the evening, the sun having set fully just over an hour ago, and the pavement is bathed in a bright purple glow that outshines any of the streetlights. It’s distracting, so much so that you wonder how their neighbours haven’t complained about it – but glancing at the bustling bars and liquor stores nearby, you can’t imagine they much mind.

The second thing you notice is just how busy the place is. Even at this hour, every single one of the tables is occupied and there’s a line of people at the far end of the shop clearly awaiting their own turn. This was the last slot they had available and so you knew they were in high demand, but this goes beyond your expectations.

It’s just fifteen minutes before your appointment and so you hope that the queue will have thinned out by the time you head in. Obviously, you don’t mind waiting for a short while, but you don’t want to be here all night – more time spent queueing means more time to overthink.

More time to start panicking.

More time for you to chicken out or bolt away from the shop as though your life depended on it.

Even now, your legs threaten to buckle underneath you. Your pulse hammers in your ears, every shaky breath takes a great deal of effort. You’re terrified at what awaits you.

But a bet’s a bet, and you lost it. You need to get this tattoo in order to face your friends with your head held high.

And so it’s with a great deal of relief that the third thing you notice about Black Jackal is its obvious cleanliness. You swear you can see the floors sparkle from your vantage point on the other side of the street. The walls seem freshly painted - a nice dark blue colour, covered with golden-framed pictures of various intricate tattoo designs - and the artists are all sanitising the tables thoroughly when switching clients.

Of course, you can’t tell all that much about a place from outside their door, but they certainly present themselves very professionally – nausea-inducing neon lights aside.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket. Reluctantly, you fish it out and check the notification despite knowing exactly what it will say.

Kenma: No backing out!

Kenma: But good luck <3

You wince and swear under your breath. Your long-time friend can be profoundly annoying at times like this, but you still type up a quick response to sate his curiosity – he’s probably waiting at his apartment with Kuroo and the others to see if you’ll actually follow through.

You: I’m waiting outside, I’ll text proof when it’s done

Three dots appear followed by a near-instantaneous response.

Kenma: Yay! Just don’t piss off Bokuto lol

You sigh as you slip your phone back into your pocket and head to the nearby chain café to kill some time.

In hindsight - perfect, glorious hindsight - you probably should have known better than to bet a professional streamer that you could beat him at Mortal Kombat. But in your defence, you’ve been playing the game since childhood and have won almost every single time - your win-to-loss ratio is somewhere in the region of ten to one - and it was far from Kenma’s favourite game, he rarely streamed it, so you figured you stood somewhat of a chance.

And then one night, after far too many homemade cocktails served by Kuroo and Kenma in their shared apartment, you issued a challenge to the latter: the long-awaited Mortal Kombat tournament, best two out of three, and the rest of your friends would act as judges to ensure all rules were being followed.

If Kenma lost, he had to shave his head live on stream. His worst nightmare.

You, on the other hand, have always had a very vocal fear of needles and so you both quickly came to the same conclusion; if you lost (and you figured it unlikely), you committed to facing your own nightmares by getting a tattoo.

To the shock of only you, Kenma won easily.

You sat in horrified silence for about a half-hour, only speaking up to accept the consolation shots of straight liquor that your friends diligently provided.

You were just about to knock back yet another tequila when Kenma softened the blow just a little.

“You can pick the design, y’know,” he pointed out with a smile that only betrayed a hint of smugness. “I won’t make you get anything embarrassing.”

You scoffed, setting the empty shot glass down on their battered old coffee table. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“Heard that Black Jackal place across town is decent,” Alisa piped up. She’d been in your corner for most of the bet, so you took her opinion to heart.

The next day, once the worst of the hangover had passed, you messaged the shop on Instagram.

“ Hey!” you’d begun, wondering if they could sense your nerves through the screen. “ Just wondering if you have any upcoming slots for a small fine line?”

You already had an idea in mind for the design, having spent the morning browsing online with Anisa; firstly, it had to be the tiniest tattoo physically possible. Secondly, in an area that didn’t hurt that much – you picked your forearm, where the websites rated it on the low-medium scale for pain (though you had your doubts).

You also had a fondness for sunflowers (as evidenced by the heavy-handed decor in your bedroom), so you spent hours perusing the “small sunflower tattoo” tab on Pinterest.

You had narrowed it down to three or four possibilities which you promptly screenshotted and forwarded along with your message to Black Jackal, receiving a reply a short while later. You partially wished they’d just ghost you so you could put it off a bit longer, but unfortunately, they were very enthusiastic to help.

“ Absolutely! We have a slot with Bokuto at 8.30 on Friday?”

Begrudgingly, you agreed.

You informed your friends of your plans the next day, announcing it over dinner with everyone in attendance as proof of your dedication.

Once you read the reply aloud, Kuroo inhaled sharply.

“ Bokuto ?” he asked, incredulous. His tone of voice concerned you deeply.

“Yes?” you answered slowly, scanning the room to see everyone’s expressions. “Why? Is there something wrong?”

Kuroo winced. “Nothing.”

Obviously, you weren’t too convinced.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing.”

Your friend started to worry his lower lip between his teeth. “It’s just …he’s … renowned for having, uh, very high standards, basically. Kinda has a scary reputation.”

“What do you mean?” you frowned, mind already conjuring up an image of this apparently terrifying Bokuto.

“I think I heard something like that … he takes the craft very seriously,” Lev piped up, sympathy written all over his face. “He’ll call you out if you’re too nervous or shaky.”

“And if you faint …” Kuroo trailed off uncomfortably and your blood ran cold in your veins. “My sister got her ankle tattoo there and nearly ran out in tears.”

You had scowled then, rolling your eyes to act as though you didn’t care, but your heart started to race at a thousand miles an hour.

“Just behave like you know what you’re doing and you’ll be fine,” Kenma interjected, at least trying to be helpful. “You’ve nothing to worry about. You’ll be in and out in like twenty minutes.”

You nodded half-heartedly, lifting your fork to your mouth and grimacing at the sudden cardboard-like texture your meal had taken on.

Half an hour. How bad could it be?

Now, standing at your original spot on the pavement with a warm latte cupped in your shivering hands, you start to think you weren’t half as scared then as you should have been.

A tattoo. A tattoo. On your body, forever , and they do it with needles.

And to top it all off, your tattoo artist is apparently a cranky perfectionist who scoffs and jeers at newbies. Wonderful.

You check the time and see you’ve about five minutes to go before you’re due inside. You knock back a large swig of your coffee, surmising that the extra shot of espresso will be of help rather than hurt.

Once the cup is empty and you feel your legs are stable enough to carry you, you cross the street.

Approaching the entrance step by step, you feel the neon light wash over you as you reach for the handle. The mahogany door is surprisingly light - or maybe your adrenaline has given you superhuman strength - and before you’re even aware of what’s happening, you’ve closed it behind you and floated across the tiled floor to reach the front desk.

The receptionist seems to be finishing up a call and so you idle by the desk, trying to force something resembling a poker face.

As she starts to take notes while speaking on the phone, you can’t help but notice the incredible sleeve of black-and-white designs all up her right arm – you’ve seen them before on Black Jackal ’s online portfolio. If memory serves, Bokuto was tagged as having done most of the work.

After about thirty more seconds she politely hangs up the phone, fixes the claw clip holding back her dark hair, and scribbles something on a piece of paper before looking up at you with a bright smile. Her enthusiasm seems so genuine that, for a moment, it takes the edge off your fear.

“Hi, I have a slot at 8.30?” you say, clearing your throat. “With Bokuto?”

Recognition dawns on her face. She says your name as a question – you nod, confirming.

“I was the one talking to you on Instagram!” she beams, gesturing for you to take the consent forms, “Bo took a look at the pictures you sent on and has a couple of stencils ready for you if you want to take a look while you’re waiting?”

You force a smile and nod again, accepting the additional papers she hands you. She asks if you need to hang up your jacket; you shrug it off, the cold air making the bare skin on your forearms prickle with goosebumps.

As if it’s necessary, she follows up by gently asking; “is this your first tattoo?”

“Yes,” comes your choked reply.

She leans in to take your jacket, giving your shoulder a quick reassuring squeeze as she does so.

“You’ll be fine, I promise! If the discomfort was that bad, I wouldn’t have gotten all these,” she holds out her arm for you to get a closer look at the gorgeous patterns. “The hardest part is getting in the chair, and you’ve pretty much done that already!”

Her smile reaches her eyes and you feel immensely grateful to have her in your corner if you do faint on Bokuto’s table.

“Thank you,” you reply sincerely, heading over to one of the benches at the end of the room to start perusing the forms.

It’s all fairly standard for a disclaimer. None of the potential complications listed on the sheet gives you any cause for concern since you’ve stocked up on all the products you’ll need for aftercare.

Plus, it’s not the after part that scares you. It’s the during part, with the buzzing and the needles and the judgmental glances you’ll get if you let out a yelp -

“Hey! How’re you doing?” a resoundingly cheery voice calls out above you. “You nearly done with the waivers?”

The unexpected greeting shocks you so much that you nearly drop the clipboard. You look up to see a very tall, very broad man grinning down at you expectantly, tattoos covering his arms except the parts obscured by his white t-shirt and black gloves, a shock of silver hair held back with a metal hairband to keep it from falling into his eyes as he works. Something on his mouth catches against the light, glistening – a silver ring on the right-hand side of his lower lip, shifting as his smile widens.

He seems … different than you expected. More animated, more enthusiastic.

“I’m Bokuto - Bo, if you prefer - and I don’t know if Kiyoko mentioned it, but I did up a few stencils … ah, you have them there, great!”

You sit there, blinking up at him and then flickering your gaze over to the door as if mapping out your exit strategy in case this interaction turns sour.

Maybe the mean part comes later. Maybe it only starts when you’re up on the table.

“Anything you want me to go through with you first?” he asks when you don’t reply, a thick brow arched in anticipation of your answer.

“Uh, nothing on here,” you reply, cool as you can manage, holding out the consent form for him to take back to Kiyoko. You hadn’t had a chance to look at his designs yet, but you don’t think you really need to; the one at the top of the pile matches your mental image perfectly. “And I think I’ll go for, uh, this one … here . If that’s okay.”

You hold out your chosen design and he takes it, somehow still smiling despite your demeanour being flighty at best.

Frosty and rude, at worst.

“Great! My favourite too. I know we’re not supposed to say that - client is always right, ‘course - but I was hoping you’d pick that one! Wanna get started?”

He gestures to one of the middle tables before snapping off the gloves.

“These are just the ones I use to clean up,” he answers your unspoken question once you’ve gotten up from your seat and glanced at his tattooed hands. “I’ll sanitise fully before we start.”

You weren’t looking at the gloves. You were looking at the intricate art covering what seem to be strong and giant hands, but you see no point in telling him that.

You slowly approach the table as Bokuto goes to deliver your forms.

Turns out, what you saw from the street didn’t even do the place justice; the area is surgically clean, not a speck of dirt of to be seen, and the plush surface of the table looks as close to comfortable as you could have hoped for. The ceiling is covered with grey tile and the overhead lighting complements it, bright enough for the artists to have visibility but not glaring to the point it gives you a headache like the street lighting did.

The framed pictures on the wall are even more beautiful up close.

The art by Bokuto’s station especially .

You hop up and sit at the edge of the table, hands clutching the side of the cushion for dear life as if falling off could kill you.

The artist at the table to your right glances over, his face impassive even through the black medical mask that he’s wearing. When you turn your head, the artist to the other side does the same, casting you a look that’s entirely neutral except for his dark brows which seem to be permanently furrowed.

Their behaviour is closer to what you expected Bokuto’s to be like; not quite rude, not quite mean, but so professional and deadpan that you can’t help but feel your inevitable breakdown would inconvenience them greatly.

“So, you decided on the placement?”

Somehow Bokuto’s voice startles you again, having been too fixated on his coworkers’ reactions, but you hide your surprise better this time. You don’t jump, just lift your head and look at him; true to his word, he’s putting the final touches on the sanitisation process before starting any other preparation.

“Hm?”

He grins, not too bothered at having to repeat himself once more. “Have you picked where it’s gonna go? Because I might have to make some changes depending on your decision.”

“Oh, the inside of my forearm” you blurt out, holding it out to show him.

Your brusque and sudden response means it’s his turn to look up in surprise, but there’s no judgment on his face when he does so. Instead, it softens, golden eyes taking on a hint of sympathy.

“You nervous?” he asks, more quietly this time.

“ No, not really, ” but your answer comes far too quickly, your face heating as the words leave you. The vice-like grip that you have on the table only further disproves your answer.

He chuckles knowingly as he pulls on a fresh pair of gloves. “You wouldn’t be the first, y’know.”

“I’m not that nervous,” you object futilely. “Really.”

Bokuto takes his seat and pulls it closer to you; partly because he seems to think eye contact will help (it does) and partly to shield you from any eavesdroppers at the tables next to you (he does so successfully).

“Seriously,” he says, quieter again. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. If it’s too much, we stop. If you need a break, we stop. If you have any questions, I am more than happy to answer. Anything at all, no matter what. That sound okay?”

You nod instinctively but find yourself meaning it. He has a surprisingly calming presence, intimidating reputation aside.

Maybe Kuroo isn’t a great judge of character.

“I’ll walk you through it, ‘kay? Just so you know what to expect,” he starts, and another nod from you shows you’re ready to hear the rest. “Firstly, since you want it here,” he leans over and points to your inner forearm, “we’ll need to have you lying on your back with your arm held out – we could do it sitting up, but this is more comfortable for us both since it’ll minimise any shaking.”

The table is quite comfortable. You’re with him so far.

“Then,” Bokuto continues, business-like but still kind in his delivery, “we’ll sanitise your arm and make sure the skin’s ready to be tattooed - it’s only a small area, so it shouldn’t take too long - and then we pop the stencil on. If you’re happy with it, I’ll get the last of the equipment ready and you just hold still for a while – it’ll be over before you know it. Sound good?”

The way he spells it out is a lot less intimidating than some of the resources you’ve read. He’s not being condescending, either, which is a huge plus – you know what you’re getting into, you’re not a child who needs to be consoled, but you’d just prefer for someone to speak to you like a human and just lay it out so you can mentally prepare.

Which Bokuto just did. Perfectly.

So in lieu of an answer, you lay down in the position he described, and try, for the first time, to return a smile.

He seems delighted as he pushes his chair back out to double-check the supplies. “Alright! Let’s get this started!”

Staring up at the ceiling, you try to count the tiles to keep your mind occupied. Bokuto’s hands are gentle as he cleans the skin and applies the stencil but your arm still tenses under his touch.

He notices. “All okay?”

“Yep,” you murmur, starting your counting again.

One tile, two, three -

“This look okay to you?” he inquires, and you pull your eyes away from the ceiling to check the design.

To his credit, it’s perfect. A bit bigger than you expected, but you can see now that changing the size would mean losing out on some of the detailing.

It’s better than any of the ones you’d seen on Pinterest and you tell him as much. He laughs heartily, with such sincerity and energy that it’s almost contagious.

You rest your head back down and start focusing on counting the next set of tiles.

No panicking. Not now. You’re nearly there.

Four tiles, five, six, seven -

Bokuto makes a few small adjustments. Your breath quickens.

It’s so close to being over. Just grin and bear it.

Eight tiles, nine -

The needle starts to whirr.

It hits you all at once: a gut-wrenching burst of panic so strong it feels as though it could stop your heart from beating, and you bolt upright before the needle makes contact with your skin, already shaking like a leaf.

Everything’s too much now. The lights, the sounds of buzzing needles, even the low mumbling of the people conversing at the tables next to you – it all mixes into a terrifying cacophony that overloads your senses.

But contrary to what Kuroo and the others had told you, Bokuto doesn’t scold you. He doesn’t laugh, either. He doesn’t even look disappointed. He’s pulled back a little - just enough to give you some breathing space - but other than that, he’s the same. A soft smile, kind eyes, and it gives the impression that he has all the time in the world to help you.

As nice as it is, it somehow adds to your humiliation.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you whisper, still trembling. You cover your face with your hands. “I’m sorry . I just … need a moment.”

“Why are you sorry?” he asks, genuinely puzzled. He sets the needle down in its place. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

What does he mean? He just saw your reaction, how is he so unbothered by it?

“Well, mostly sorry for … for that, ” you answer with a humourless laugh, finally moving your hands away from your face. “For freaking out, for losing it just there … god, I nearly jumped off the damn table .”

He huffs out a short laugh. “And? You wouldn’t be the first, that’s for sure – not the first today, even.”

You rub your eyes forlornly. “I just - it got very real all of a sudden. Too real. I’m sorry.”

He waves off your apology kindly but firmly.

“No more sorry, alright?”

Adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you find it in yourself to agree quietly. No more apologising. That much you can do.

“And just so you know,” he continues. “I’m not in the business of tattooing people against their will. If you’ve changed your mind, that is absolutely and completely fine – can’t stress enough how fine it would be. We can even try another day, I can get this stencil off you-”

“No, no,” you interrupt, your mind clearing just enough for you to object. All things considered, you actually really, really liked the look of the stencil on your skin. You want this tattoo. You want to be able to go back to your friends with your head held high. You want to do this for yourself. “I want to do it today.”

“Okay,” he notes in agreement, meeting your gaze. “Then how are we gonna make this work?”

It’s quiet for a moment as you consider your next step. You wonder if Bokuto knows just how much this eye contact is helping to keep you from dying of embarrassment.

You start to explain your fear in a way that hopefully sounds more articulate than the vague screaming that’s going on in your head.

“I don’t know if this makes sense, but it’s not the pain that bothers me so much as the needle. All my life, it was never the shot itself that freaked me out, just the sight of the needle coming towards me.”

“I get it. Pain isn’t the issue, really, but looking at this ,” he gestures to the tattoo gun, “isn’t helping you get your mind off things?”

You swallow thickly. “Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well, how about you tilt your head the other way? Akaashi’s about to clock out so you won’t be looking at his mean face for too long,” - at that, the man next to you stops cleaning the table and scowls - “and if you want, I’ll just keep talking so you’re not just staring at the wall for half an hour and you’re not focusing on the sound of the needle. If I need you to check anything - linework, shading - I’ll ask, and try and keep the needle out of the way for you. Whatcha think?”

Maybe it’s just the surge of intense emotion starting to subside, but the offer could just bring you to tears. There’s no pressure, no judgment. Just support and encouragement.

You can do it. You know you can do it.

“Sounds doable,” you answer after a slow, steadying breath. You lay down and tilt your head, seeing the tables next to you now clear. “Let’s do it.”

And this time, you don’t so much as flinch.

The tattooing itself doesn’t really hurt at all. It’s not the most comfortable sensation in the world, but it’s not painful by any measure, likely helped by the fact that you don’t catch sight of the needle for most of it.

Bokuto talks to you, and you find yourself chatting back with increasing casualness. The topics vary; work, family, how Akaashi used to be equally frightened of needles even though he vehemently denies it. It helps keep your thoughts clear.

You ask him the tattoo questions that you weren’t able to find the answers for on Google, knowing his reply will be honest.

He tells you a few college stories. One or two of them sound eerily familiar, but you don’t question it.

He asks you about your friends and about the bet that led you here. You give him the condensed version, explaining that the result was actually a lot closer than your friends had said and that if you had gone for best three out of five, you might’ve just won it.

You ask about his lip ring, if it hurt to get it done. He says it didn’t.

Your anxiety ebbs and flows throughout, but you don’t let it surface. Every time you feel panic surge through your chest you just ask Bokuto another question, letting his deep voice carry you away from the fear.

Just as you’re about to chime in with another question about his first tattoo, he interrupts first.

“ And … all … done.”

It feels as though only two or three minutes have passed, so thick shock envelops you as you ask incredulously, “ done ?”

“Done,” he confirms, setting the needle down and starting on the aftercare. “If you’re happy with it, that is?”

You glance at your arm and can’t hold back a gasp at what you see. It’s as though Bokuto reached into your mind and recreated your idea perfectly.

You spend a few minutes admiring it as he cleans up, chatting excitedly as the thrill is yet to wear off, and you feel a strange disappointment knowing it's time to part ways.

Still, you don’t let it show, thanking him and tipping generously when it's time to settle up, saying your goodbyes to Kiyoko too before collecting your jacket.

Once you’re out the door, you snap a picture of your outstretched arm with the perfect tattoo in centre frame and send it into the groupchat, riding the high of your achievement.

You: Told ya <3

Seconds pass before the replies start to flood in.

Kenma: Holy shit you actually did it, I’m impressed

Lev: And she delivers! 👏

Alisa: ^^^^^ shut UP we knew she’d follow through

Alisa: it looks amazing ahhhhh!!!!!

Kuroo: who’s “we” in this scenario

Alisa: shouldn’t u be saving this energy for twitter fights tetsuuuu

___

To commemorate you successfully facing your fears, the gang all make plans to go for drinks the next day. In fact, Kenma’s so impressed that you followed through on the bet that he agrees to pick up the tab – Kuroo is delighted with you as a result.

The table is reserved for the entire night and Alisa, Lev, and Yaku are driving separately there so you’re able to travel in one cab. Kuroo and Kenma spend the entire journey inspecting your tattoo, fully visible with the short-sleeved dress you chose for the evening since the protective wrap has been removed.

“Holy shit, it’s real, ” Kenma mutters, peering closer at the sunflower design.

You laugh a little, taken aback at the continually disbelieving attitude he has towards it. “Yeah? Lots of people have tattoos - Lev has one. Alisa has four. ”

“Yeah, but,” Kenma answers with a shake of his head. “It was your worst fear. I would have never shaved my head, y’know? Over some little bet, are you kidding?”

“Oh, you would have,” you grin, glancing over at Kuroo’s knowing expression. “We might have needed to be a bit persuasive, though . ”

Out of respect and perhaps just a bit of fear, he’s the first to leave the taxi once it’s parked and he makes a beeline to the counter to get your first drink.

The bar is busy but not too crowded, typical for this early in the night in this part of town – close enough to Black Jackal, come to think of it, and you could probably see the purple neon lighting if you peered out one of the windows.

You let yourself enjoy the buzzing atmosphere as Alisa and Yaku take you out back to go dancing. The hours trickle by without you noticing.

Once you’re teetering at the edge of being out of breath, you decide it’s best to get another drink. The others all join you, with Kenma going first to make sure the tab’s still open.

The queue by the bar counter has thinned a bit since most people have made their way to the open floor to dance and chat. It’s relatively peaceful, so you tell yourself that’s the reason why you’re able to pick out the familiar head of silver hair with such alarming quickness.

There are about six or seven people standing between you, most of whom seem to be other artists from the tattoo shop, but Bokuto’s the only one you zone in on.

It makes sense that you’d bump into him in this place. Obviously, he’d come here after finishing work since it’s so close by. You’re not sure how you didn’t expect it.

You’re also not sure why you feel a sudden and peculiar sensation brewing in your chest, radiating out in waves, intensifying every time you think you’ve caught his eye.

You grab Alisa’s arm, pulling her to the side to inform her of the sudden development.

“Bokuto’s here,” you whisper into her ear, sounding almost startled for some unknown reason. Your own tone of voice takes you by surprise.

“What?” she calls out as she leans in closer, unable to hear you over the music. “ Whatcha say? ”

“Bokuto’s here, but I need a moment before I go say hi, ” you whisper louder this time, almost at regular volume. You can only hope that nobody but Alisa understands the implications of what you’re saying.

But naturally, Kuroo picks up on your conversation with relative ease.

“Bokuto?” he asks far too loudly, glancing around in an entirely unsubtle way. “Where? Did you know he was coming?”

Heat floods your face and neck. “ Yes, Bokuto,” your scowl deepens, “and no, I didn’t know he was coming, you utter-”

Kuroo raises his hands in defence, a mischievous smirk etched on his face. “Hey, just asking! Maybe you took a shine to each other, how was I supposed to know?”

That hits a nerve for reasons you don’t quite understand. You keep your face as impassive as possible to avoid detection – you don’t really want to explore these feelings in such a public setting since you don’t even know what they are. Residual nerves, maybe?

“Why would you think that, Tetsu? You’re the one who expected I’d faint on the table.”

Kuroo has an immediate answer to your question.

“I kinda figured you’d get along, to be honest,” he admits with more than a little smugness. “So wouldn’t be too surprised if you had invited him.”

You baulk at his suggestion. “No, you didn’t! You said he’d be a dick!”

He laughs heartily, throwing his head back as he does so, and you start to piece things together.

“Do you - do you know him?”

“Yep!” Kuroo chirps. “Played volleyball with him in college.”

Your eye twitches. If you hadn’t been friends with Kuroo since your schooldays, you’d probably hurl your drink at him out of sheer frustration.

Even as it stands, the jury’s still out on the drink-throwing.

Hearing Kuroo’s howls of laughter, the others have now made their way into the conversation.

Wonderful. You’re starting to worry the loud music won’t be enough to obscure the conversation from the parties concerned.

“I was messing with you!” Kuroo clarifies, though it’s not really necessary at this point. “Bokuto’s a good guy. You probably could’ve spontaneously combusted with fear and he would’ve been the one to apologise for stressing you out.”

“You what?” Alisa gasps. She was out of the loop up until this very moment; her indignation on your behalf is quite satisfying.

“I thought you all knew!” Kuroo replies after knocking back half of his beer, cheeks flushed from the alcohol. As if his tongue needed to get any looser.

You scoff. “I didn’t! Nobody ever knows when you’re messing with them!”

“And how did Kenma and Lev know what you were talking about?” Alisa asks, throwing an accusatory look at her brother.

Kenma shrugs, answering on Lev’s behalf too. “There are a few artists down there with a reputation for being harsh, and I assumed from Tetsu’s reaction it was Bokuto … but I actually was thinking of someone else, I guess. A friend of a friend with a bad case of resting-bitch-face? A - Akaashi something?”

You glance at the surly-looking man standing next to Bokuto and it all finally falls into place.

“So I acted like a complete freak for no reason?” you ask despairingly.

With a grimace, you remember your monosyllabic answers to Bokuto’s initial questions, how you acted like a deer in headlights at every step of the process, how it took intensive intervention on his part to even get you back in the chair.

Your friends jump to your defence.

“You weren’t a freak- ”

“I’m sure you weren’t that bad-”

“Tetsu, you can be the actual worst- ”

It seems as though the rest of the group were about to settle into scolding Kuroo when you catch sight of Bokuto approaching, grinning as usual, lip ring glinting in the low lighting.

It takes a second for you to actually comprehend he’s heading towards you and not Kuroo.

Mercifully, the rest of your friends seem to realise it as soon as you do; they start to collect their drinks and get out of your way, Kuroo stopping for just a moment to greet his old friend - you still can’t believe you hadn’t figured it out earlier - before whispering something in his ear that makes Bokuto’s gaze flicker over to you.

Oh, if he’s told something embarrassing, you’ll actually kill him. Before you can react to whatever Kuroo’s said, he turns and gives you a quick wink before joining the rest of the group on the dancefloor.

“Hey!”

Bokuto’s greeting is cheery and bright, which should be encouraging were it not for the fact that it seems to be his default setting.

His hair is loose now, the metal hairband clearly only for work purposes, and the silver strands that frame his face seem so impossibly soft you have to fight back the urge to run your hand through it.

Here.

At a bar, in front of everyone.

Oh, so that’s what that feeling is.

“Hey!” you try to return his enthusiasm, ignoring the twisting in your gut from the looming realisation that you have a crush on the man you were terrified of not twenty-four hours ago.

And he knows you were terrified of him, too. Probably still thinks you are.

“So, Kuro was just telling me you know each other?” Bokuto beams. “Shoulda let me know! Could’ve told you a few embarrassing stories about him from college … and I probably did, come to think of it, but didn’t give any names yesterday. More than happy to now, though?”

A frazzled laugh slips out in spite of everything. “Yeah, we’ve been friends since we were little kids.” You pause for just a moment, considering his words. “But I’ll definitely take you up on that offer if it’s still open.”

“Oh, it absolutely is. Do you have about six hours spare to hear them all?” he hesitates for a split-second, looking more nervous than you think you’ve seen him. It passes soon, however, when he gets the words out; “... maybe over a drink?”

Oh .

Okay.

So it’s not just you who feels like this.

Relief hits you first. Then a little gleeful sensation that you haven’t felt in a long while, followed by a burst of anxiety – but you’re not going to overthink this part, you assure yourself. There’s no point. It’ll just get you as worked up as it did yesterday, and then you’ll be filled with something worse than fear or embarrassment: regret .

Besides, Bokuto seems just as he did during the session yesterday. There’s no impatience, no ‘ oh god I have to calm down this random person who’s gotten themselves stressed out for no reason’, no sign that he’s feeling anything other than enthusiasm at getting to have this conversation.

And so you happily add two more drinks to Kenma’s tab.

“By the way … Kuro never actually told me that he knew you ,” you explain finally, once Bokuto’s finished one of his college stories. You’re not drunk, barely even tipsy, but the glass of wine has definitely made it easier for you to flirt back. “If I’d known, I probably would’ve tried to put on a braver face yesterday.”

“Are you kidding? You took it like a champ.”

You roll your eyes without any malice. “ No , I didn’t.”

“You did!” he insists.

“I didn’t. ”

“Yes, you did.”

You scoff. “Well, if I did, it’s thanks to you .”

His eyes glint as they scan your face. “Whatcha mean?”

“You kept me sane. Couldn’t have done it if it weren’t for you, honestly.”

You lift a hand and rest it against his tattooed forearm, surprised at the taut muscles that flex under your touch.

Brave. You can be brave for the second day in a row.

“You up for another?”

___

After you buy two more drinks, things move so quickly that neither of you even gets to finish them.

You’re not sure who made the first move - it might have been him, with the way his eyes sought out your lips at every possible opportunity; or it might have been you, with the way your hand didn’t budge from its place resting against his arm - but all that’s important is that one of you did make it.

Or maybe both of you did.

But it doesn’t matter, because now you’re outside the bar with your back pressed up against the cool stone wall, making out like a couple of desperate teenagers.

Despite the cold air surrounding you, everything feels hot; Bokuto’s lips crushing against yours, his tongue tracing against your kiss-swollen mouth, his hands on your waist as they pull you closer.

Your skin almost burns under his touch. You get lost in it.

It’s only when he pulls away, expression torn as though it pains him to do it, that you manage to collect your thoughts into some coherent order.

You’ve long moved past the tipsy sensation you felt earlier, but your head spins for a different reason as you brace yourself against his strong shoulders, feeling light-headed in the best way possible.

“Wanna-” he begins, pausing as if worried you’ll say no. You’re already nodding before he even finishes the sentence, and he laughs before leaning in to kiss you again.

“Where do you live?” you ask, pulling back a millimetre or two, and he answers. “My place is closer,” you explain then, tugging him away towards the street to flag down a taxi.

In the cab, you check your phone as Bokuto rests a hand on your thigh, hoping to fire off a quick text to Alisa to let her know where you’ve gone.

Instead, you see that Kuroo, obviously having felt a little guilty from earlier, has sent you a couple of messages expressing his remorse.

Kuroo: You okay?

Kuroo: Sorry for messing with you. Bo’s a good guy. he won’t give you a tough time about anything

Kuroo: I think you’ll really like him

You grin. He has no idea.

You: All fine, and all is forgiven

You: Your peer pressure paid off for once

You: Just don’t do it again or I’m pretty sure Alisa will kill you :)

With that, you slip your phone back into your pocket and rest your hand over Bokuto’s.

The very moment you pass the threshold of your apartment, his mouth is on you once again; the cool metal of his lip ring contrasts with the heat of the kiss, sending pulses of desire through your core. Your flick against it with your tongue and his eyes darken delightedly, pupils blown out with desire matching your own.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to reach the bedroom, shedding clothes down the hallway as you do so - a shirt tossed here, a pair of shoes thrown there - and soon you’re collapsing onto your bed in a messy tangle of limbs and bitten-off moans.

After a few moments, lifts his head up and grins, eyes travelling around your room. Your head rests against the pillow as you try to follow his gaze to see what exactly he’s looking at.

“Makes sense,” he mumbles fondly. “The design for your tattoo.”

Glancing at your sunflower-covered bedspread, the pressed petals framed on the wall, and the various other splashes of sunny yellow decorating your room, you accept his point with an airy laugh.

However, you’re not willing to dwell on it for too much longer – there are more pressing things at hand. Finally, you lift a trembling hand and tangle it in his hair, finding that it’s somehow softer than you even imagined.

You move your lips to this throat to kiss and suck and bite, and without you having to ask, he tips his head back to allow you more room, whispering your name in a heated and desperately low voice. He hisses as your pecks against his skin turn a little firmer, knowing there’d be a mark left were it not for the tattoos trailing up his neck. Now that he’s not wearing anything, you see the design trails down the broad expanse of his chest, over his firm pecs, further down until -

He pulls you up into his lap and you let out a startled yelp that quickly turns into an almost pitiful mewl of pleasure. You rock back and forth against one of his impossibly thick thighs, marvelling at the solid muscle of his body as he takes your hips in his hands and guides your movements.

You spend the next few minutes like this, grinding helplessly against him as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, with him just watching you with an expression that can only be described as awe-struck. He pays no attention to bulge in his own underwear, even though it’s so hard it looks almost painful – he is fixated on you, on your reactions, on the movements that draw desperate little breaths from you and the ones that make your back arch further.

“Feel good?” he asks, almost dazed, hands running slowly up and down your thighs as you fuck yourself against him.

“Mmhmm,” you answer – redundantly, given the other sounds that flow from your lips, “need more, though, p-please.”

He doesn’t need any further instruction, flipping you to lie flat on your back and going to spread your thighs which part easily for him.

Turns out he’s more than talented with his tongue as well.

After what seems like hours of him taking you apart - of you gasping when the lip ring grazes against your sensitive flesh, of you begging for his fingers which he angles just right, of him voicing his own approval at your moans and taste and the way your thighs tighten around his face - he finally sits back on his haunches and gives you a look that you instantly recognise.

Eagerly, you roll onto your side and fetch a condom from the box in the nightstand. When you hand it to him, he finally, finally, slips out of his underwear - you can’t help how your eyes widen at the sight - then only just about manages to put on the condom before you hook your legs around his lower back and pull him on top of you.

Although he lets out a chuckle at your enthusiasm, he angles you so carefully, and you realise with a soft ache in your chest that he’s trying his best to avoid touching the still-raw skin near your tattoo.

“It’s fine,” you whisper breathily. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

He replies by raising your arm so it’s resting by your head on the pillow. “Still, if you need to take a break or stop, just say, ‘kay?”

You agree without hesitation.

Then, he brings his hips down until they’re flush against your own, his cock slowly and tantalisingly pushing through your folds to allow the anticipation to build (and for you to adjust to his size). But after how long he’s spent preparing you, he’s met with absolutely no resistance – on the contrary, you find yourself mumbling incoherent, slurred words that sound an awful lot like begging.

“Can - can you-”

He kisses your jawline, the sensation of the ring making you shiver once again. “Can I what, hm?”

“Can you please-” a short, shallow thrust has you gasping mid-sentence, “ please fuck me?”

You almost cry out when he starts to thrust in earnest, slowly at first and then quicker and quicker once he fully surrenders to his own desperation. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with breathy moans and gasps start to echo around you, along with the tell-tale banging of your headboard against the wall.

His thrusts grow hard, almost punishing, but the way he cups your face tenderly in his hands shows that his intentions are not to overwhelm but to give you what you need; you hadn’t realised it, but your hips had started to cant up to meet his every stroke.

He praises you, too. Tells you how good you feel, how well you’re taking him, how he could do this forever. Every word out of his mouth makes you grip him tighter, your nails undoubtedly leaving marks against his shoulders.

It doesn’t take long for you to come for him again. He doesn’t stop or slow down his movement; he lets you whimper and cry out against his muscled chest as you come down from your high, holding you close as his thrusts turn sloppy and erratic.

He curses through gritted teeth as he comes, letting out a low moan that sends aftershocks through you. He thrusts deep and stays there; his face in that moment, so blissful and fucked-out, is one of the most gorgeous things you think you’ve ever seen.

You stay like that for a while, boneless and utterly content, before he goes to remove the condom and wash up as you catch your breath.

When he returns, there’s no awkwardness. No overthinking. You ask for him to stay the night, and he does. He sleeps soundly in your bed with his arms wrapped around you.

It’s a strange sort of comfort you don’t often find with people, let alone someone you barely know. But he makes it easy to get to know him, and you’re all too delighted to learn more.

He stays for a while the next morning. He cooks breakfast, you make the coffee.

Things are much more straightforward from that point on.

___

You get your second tattoo exactly a year later.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t still a little nervous at the prospect of a needle so close to you, but it pales in comparison to the anxiety of your first one. This time, you find yourself looking forward to it more than you do worry.

“Ready for round two?” Bokuto asks, pressing a kiss to your forehead before starting to get the station set up. The shop is closed, the manager having let you stay late for the occasion, and the peace and quiet only add to your newfound level-headedness.

Just you and Bokuto. You can do this.

You nod without hesitation, lying back on the table as though you’re a seasoned veteran. “No freaking out this time.”

He rolls his eyes in mock annoyance but the affectionate laughter cuts through it. “Still think I’m scary, huh?”

You shrug. “Not as much anymore.”

“Well, guess I can live with that.”

When the needle starts to whirr, it doesn’t make you jump. There’s no feeling of panic or dread.

This tattoo is over quickly, like the last one, but it’s far more meaningful – you like sunflowers, sure, but you like this one better. You didn’t need to over-analyse the design since you can see exactly what it looks like on someone else.

Bokuto has an identical one freshly tattooed on his ring finger.

#bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #timeskip bokuto #timeskip bokuto x reader #hq #haikyuu #may tries to write

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imerologiofantasion · 1 year

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#pick #leonaxreader #kenma #tamaki #smut?#eren #aot #mha #twisted wonderland #kuroo #vollyball #animexreader

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seokiloquy · 1 year

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Shift Pt 1 - Kozume Kenma

Au: Regular (timeskip)

Tags/Warnings: Dual POV, use of a pseudonym (username) instead of (Y/N) in most cases, swearing. More of a prologue

Word Count: 1.6k

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4

“Are you friends with any other streamers?” You paused momentarily, making your chair creak as you sat back. “Ya. I’d say so. I’m not best friends with any of them; I haven’t had many opportunities to get that far. But I’m friends with a few. Uvo TV and Solarii I talk to the most. If you haven’t seen their streams, they both do a lot more first-person shooters.”

You glance at your main screen, waiting for the final portion of the loading animation to finish. Back at your secondary monitor, comments continue to roll by.

“I sadly can’t stream any earlier in the day. I’ve got work to do. Be happy you have me most hours on the weekend… I have a job, yes; you must be new… I went to university, yes….”

Your lips purse. “Theatre and film.”

A slew of comments fly by, each saying the same few words, all with the same sentiment.

They were laughing at you.

Clicking your tongue, you turned to your main screen. “I’m ignoring that. Half of you are theatre kids anyways. You can’t talk.”

Moving your fingers against your keyboard, you finally got your game going. Pushing your 3D rendered character into the next leg of the story. You’ve played through this game many times; first in high school. A classmate, sitting in the seat in front of you, had been watching the teaser trailer when he screeched in the middle of the teacher’s lesson. It caught your attention from over his shoulder, and you approached him after class to ask about it. You played it repeatedly that year. The second game came out in your first year of university when you had become so sickly and depressed that all you could do was play the game while your fellow theatre-major roommate read out your scripts for you. The third instalment came out a month after you graduated. You decided to stream your playthrough on a whim since you had no job and could spend hours every day in front of your monitor.

Arcadia’s Inferno. An open-world adventure game that tells the story of a seemingly harmonious world full of lively nature but holds secrets to a long since dead society. The story progresses with each game, and the world becomes more and more horrifying despite the beautifully designed scenery. It’s masterful, unexpected, and you eat it up every time.

You had become established in the community of ADI quickly within a year, gaining way more followers than you could even fathom. And despite playing more games than Arcadia’s Inferno, they stuck with you.

But then the developers contacted you, and you had to sign an NDA because they were making the series’ fourth game. You were blown out of the water because they asked you to voice the main character for that game, which is the biggest dream come true, especially after training for 4 years to do voice acting. Still, you couldn’t tell anyone because the trailer was only about to be dropped next week, and no one that wasn’t working on the game knew anything about it, but you were one of those people and—

You flinched as your player fell off a cliff and died at the bottom.

“Don’t say a word.”

The chat had already jumped on you.

“I blame you guys. You sabotaged me. NO, I WAS NOT THINKING OF HAMILTON. Now I am, though. Thanks.”

You could hardly wait for the trailer to be released.

Kenma pauses his fingers to squint at his chat. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere (since all he’d been doing was typing a note for himself off-screen while the game was paused), his chat had sent rapid messages as if they were having their own conversations.

He sighs, moving his mouse to scroll through. “What’s going on, you guys?”

< Arcadia’s Inferno 4 trailer just released!>

Kenma paused, heart thumping. He quickly opened a tab and found the video to share on the screen; it was released five minutes ago and was already trending. He hit play.

There have been rumours and speculations about the series’ return. It was common knowledge that there would be more games. A sudden trailer release was a new approach. It was just a matter of when, so as months pass and then years, fans wait patiently for any inkling of news.

The trailer started with a weapon slicing across the screen, followed by the sound of a falling tree, before panning up from darkness to the sight of raging fires with a shadow inside and trees crumbling.

ADI always had something new to face, not quite a villain. The games really told a person vs nature story, set in a fantasy world with a protagonist that was more morally grey than good or evil.

The sound from Kenma speakers roared, and a colossal monster slowly emerged through the flames.

The trailer ended as soon as it started, finishing with the logo and release date.

“That’s in a month?” Kenma asked, primarily to himself.

Games developers, Dungeon included, often spend years making their games, even after their initial announcement. One month would mean that the game is already finished, and they had started it before the third game was released.

Kenma’s chat was hysterical over the change in scenery of the world, distraught over the destruction and chaos.

Kenma leaned in his seat, fist over his mouth as he lifted his legs onto the chair. “They wouldn’t spoil the climax of the game, right? That was a lot… Hold on.” Kenma typed into his browser. “Got it. That dragon is Mayzuth, the same as at the end of the last game. But more in distress, injured. That scar on the eyes is new.”

Comments flooded in, all around the same tune of calling themselves dumb for not noticing or complimenting Kenma on his use of game knowledge and memory. He ignored it, though, glancing briefly and ducking into his shoulders. He replays the trailer again, looking for more clues in the flames.

“I may be wrong, but I think this place is supposed to be near the dense forest. Which is supposed to be the burial ground of the Biolor, the giant in the first game, whose decomposing body is why the forest is so dense. That place burning down is not great.” Kenma pauses momentarily, rewatching the trailer before turning to the chat. “That’s all I can piece together.”

<As if that isn’t the whole trailer> someone commented.

<I’ve got no idea>

Between each comment were several emotes, mostly of cats, which he ignored in favour of zeroing in on one comment.

ForestFire, though commonly just called Forest, Fire, even Flame, or just their name, was an avid Arcadia’s Inferno fan. One that quickly overtook Kenma in the category. He quietly huffed.

“Hey, this is my stream. You’re my fans; no talking about other streamers in my chat. I have your attention here.”

“I’ll do a poll. But you guys better not choose to watch someone else’s content.”

Of course, that’s precisely what they did. The pole was overtaken by an 80% vote to see ForestFire’s reaction.

“I hate you all.” He switched over and, upon entering, was quickly greeted by ForestFire’s excitable chat.

“Oh, Kodzuken! Welcome! Everyone say hi.”

His chat flooded in as well.

“Ahh, you want to see my reaction? I’ll play it. Did anyone clip it?”

Soon enough, the slip was playing and just as his chat told him, Forest went on the same tangent he did, making the exact same predictions. He huffed.

Forest was knowledgeable about the series, and the predictions weren’t too far fetched, but even so, making the same guess made an annoying zing go off in his head. He grumbled, sending a quick and friendly response before returning to his stream.

“We are never doing that again.”

His chat teased him for being so shy.

You waited for Kodzuken to leave your stream before letting out a sigh of relief. The man carried silent intimidation as if he was criticising everyone he interacted with. You would watch his streams often in university, appreciating his soft voice as he played through your favourite game. It was an honour to be a sort of colleague to him. But it also made your heart ram against your lungs every time you came close to interacting.

Sucking in a breath, you gave your chat a blown-out stare. “What the hell was that? I nearly died.”

<Literally? Yay!>

“Chat, Ken is scary. And smart. Him popping into my chat and hardly saying anything gives me the spooks! No, stop shipping us!”

You sighed as a debate started about ship names, one that even your moderators decided to chime in on.

“I’m not going to encourage this.”

That only seemed to drive them further.

You wake up late the following day to a message from Uvo.

Followed by a link to the game lobby.

You cringed.

<Dude. Why do you have to do this to me?>

You grumble and smack your fingertips against your keyboard.

<ya, like 3>

< That’s good for me>

<Well, too bad, I already told everyone you were joining>

<Bro….. Whos gonna be there?>

<Me, you, Solarii, Tawny, Dust, X, Patty, and Ken>

<Kodzuken?>

You hoped it wasn’t.

<Yep!>

Fuck.

I hope I can make this mini-series actually good. - Bacon

IT’LL BE AMAZING - Kiwi

Posted: 07/05/2023

#Kozume Kenma #Kenma Kozume #kenma x reader #kenma kozume x reader #Haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #x reader #oneshot #oneshots #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu reader insert #reader insert #aus #haikyuu aus #fluff #haikyu #haikyu x reader #anime x reader #anime

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HSHSHS STREAMER XIAO HELL YEAH!!!! i also bet,,he would get u these adorable kirby keychains as well,,i call him a kenma kinnie now bc of his vibes?? XIAO IS A KENMA KINNIE IN A MODERN AU NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND /lh,,he'd go "hey, you wanna play be my player 2, wren?" JDHSJSJHS AND THIS SHY LOOK ON HIS FACE?? SHY TSUN TSUN. :coughs: anyways whehwjjs ig i cant rlly be sneaky around tighnari since his ears :')) but what i can do is kith his face to distract him if he's working hehehshhs ~Lycoris

SKSHSK XIAO AND KENMA ARE THE SAME PERSON SKSJSK NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE 😡😡 and ong xiao 🥺 I'd be your player 2 4 lyf 😍🤩🥰💞 and PLS idk if you'd survive if you did that to him 😟

#wren talks; lycoris

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a/n: kenma's "furry guest" is his cat, graham btw lol see ref: his official twt acc header

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nappingwithyuuji · 2 years

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fic authors self rec !! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love 💖

(if you've done this already... 5 more pls <33) (but also if you don't wanna do this that's okay too <33)

oh hi bb!!! thanks for this! i wanna get back into tumblering hehe

my favs are:

Pressure Flip - aka my kiribaku x f!reader, guilty pleasure fic

Big spoon, little spoon - yuuji x f!reader, smutty goodness

Time Adventure - yuuji x f!reader, a love letter for yuuji's bday

Heart Shaped Cookies - yuuji x f!reader, the streamer au nobody wanted but i needed (like, pls, ppl need to do more streamer!aus)

Kenma x Kuroo x F!reader drabble (untitled) - first hq fic i've written :)

i wish i had more time to write, cause i've been having a extremely hard time finding fics to read and i wish i could just write some, but :( if anyone has writers or fics ro rec pls hmu :) (been craving hq, bnha, csm & jjk)

#ryo #luv them #asks #fic rec

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syrikif · 6 months

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Gamer Etiquette

Kodzuken x Streamer!Y/N

Pairing: Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader

Genre: SMAU, Written Elements, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Fluff, Humor, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Streamer/Youtuber AU

Upcoming content creator/streamer, Y/N, has gone viral for lots of things. Her infamous dumb moments, her blended cookie recipe (which tastes better than it sounds), the way she rages at her friends during games, and about a hundred more.

But her most recent viral moment? Accidentally knocking famous streamer, Kodzuken, off the Bedwars map and making him lose his two year winning streak.

Now with more attention (and hate) than she ever asked for, her only option left is to go to the source: the man himself, Kenma Kozume.

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Chapter 4 (b): Guilt

Word Count: 2659

To be honest, Kenma is doing this entirely out of guilt.

Sure it isn’t technically his fault that people have no self control and don’t know how to mind their own business, but his fans were probably the main root of the problem. So he felt some sort of responsibility towards her, regardless that they’d never met before today.

“Are you loaded in yet?” He waits a few seconds, almost impatiently so, his eyebrows slowly raising as he waits even longer. “Y/N?”

A soft sound of movement, a throat clearing, “Sorry, what?”

Kenma sighs, “Are you loaded into the game yet?”

“Oh- yeah. I mean almost, my wifi’s being weird.” She laughs then and it’s so painfully forced that Kenma physically feels himself cringe. He has to give the girl props though, she’s doing a lot better acting excited than he is despite the fact that she seems more nervous.

He’d only asked for her discord on complete impulse, not really considering what would happen if she agreed until it was too late. Don’t get him wrong though, he isn’t upset about it; finding new people to play his favorite games with is always enjoyable for Kenma.

But he also isn’t looking forward to this being any more awkward than it already is.

“Are you on the server already?”

Kenma shakes his head, “No, I’m waiting for you to be ready so I can start streaming.”

“Oh,” she says and Kenma only then realizes that he’s been treating her like he treats everyone else, even though they know essentially nothing about each other. “Sorry, I’ll be done as soon-.”

“Don’t worry about it.” And now he’s interrupting her; great first impression, Kenma. “I’m trying to finish eating right now anyways.”

She doesn’t say anything for a moment and then, almost out of nowhere, “What are you eating?”

Funny thing about that though is that he’s not.

“Ummmmm-,” he trails off, desperately searching his brain for some sort of response. “Apple pie,” he finally manages to say.

“Wait really?” Y/N suddenly sounds much more genuine than she had mere seconds ago.

Kenma hums in confirmation, head nodding even though he’s currently lying straight through his teeth.

Why? Who knows. Kenma definitely doesn’t.

“I had apple pie too,” she goes on to explain. “Literally like ten minutes before I turned on my PC.”

Kenma isn’t actually eating any apple pie right now, so it’s not as much of the insane coincidence that Y/N seems to think it is. But it is one of his favorite desserts, so he did have some fairly recently enough for it to be considered at least a bit strange.

“You’re kidding,” he tries to match her enthusiasm.

“Do I look like the type of girl to joke about something as serious as apple pie?” She’s teasing him now but his mind is slow to pick up on it, unintentionally leaving her in awkward silence as he processes her words.

“I don’t know,” he drags out the last syllable. “You sound like someone who would.” Kenma has never actually seen what Y/N looks like - and sure he might be comfortable lying to her about eating apple pie - but joking about her appearance without even properly seeing it first seems like a line he shouldn’t cross.

She scoffs then and Kenma can almost picture the exact face she pulls in the process, having frequently seen the same expression on his own roommate’s. “I have literally never been so offended in my entire life.”

Kenma subconsciously shrugs, “I have to keep everyone humble somehow, you know.”

~~~

“I got some stone,” Kenma tells Y/N as he runs over to drop a Stone Pickaxe in front of her. Although, this time he does it close enough to ensure that she doesn’t have to move to pick it up.

“Oh thanks,” Y/N herself is busy collecting wood, but she’s definitely mining more than she really needs at the moment.

“I know I explained this a bit earlier but we wanted to stream together just to clear some stuff up,” Kenma says when he notices how confused everyone still is in his chat. “Like how we actually don’t know each other. Right Y/N?”

Y/N’s character suddenly turns to him in game, mimicking a head nod. “Yeah, I have no idea who this guy is. What’s your name again? Kenny?” Kenma admits that he has to stifle a laugh as she starts running around him in circles. “Well I guess I wouldn’t know because I don’t know you.”

Kenma rolls his eyes, “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah,” she easily agrees. “Just like how we didn’t know each other during that game, I also totally didn’t mean to kill you either.”

“Oh yeah definitely not,” Kenma nods, looking over at his chat for a brief second as Y/N stops before a random oak tree to start collecting even more wood.

Why is y/n mining so much wood???? 😭 😭

y/n’s skin is so cutteeee

I love how Kenma’s just watching her run around lol

But Kenma’s attention is suddenly brought back to the game when he hears the sound of something being attacked, only to see his health two and a half hearts lower and Y/N standing suspiciously far away from him.

“What did you just do?”

“Huh? What?” She plays innocent almost too well. “What do you mean?”

“I’m beginning to think you killed me on purpose,” he teases as he starts making his way towards a cave he spots in the ground.

She gasps, as though she genuinely feels betrayed by his words. “Of course I didn’t mean to, I would never do something like that.”

He nods as he enters the cave, immediately running towards a vein of coal embedded into the wall. “Oh right of course. Because I totally didn’t see you aiming that fireball at me or anything the other day.” He shakes his head light heartedly as he begins collecting the coal with his own stone pickaxe.

“See I’m glad you agree with me, Kenma,” Y/N joins his side in the cave, mining the stone beside him before placing down a crafting table.

His head subconsciously tilts, “I thought you didn’t know my name.”

Kenma watches as she places a furnace next to the crafting table, “That was before.”

“Before what?” He opens the furnace when he sees it light up, his curiosity satisfied when he realizes that she’s cooking some Porkchops.

“Before I knew it. Obviously.”

“Oh duh,” Kenma makes a show of facepalming, adjusting his hand just enough to look into the lens of his camera. “Should’ve known. How could I be so dumb?”

“You tell me,” she says nonchalantly. “Isn’t that like your forte?”

Kenma pauses at her words, shifting his gaze back to his monitor as he uses his mouse to slowly turn and look at her. “What?”

“What?”

LMAOOOOO

y/n has no chill lol

STOP CUS I LOVE HER

“Did you just call me dumb?” He’s definitely hearing things, because there’s no way that the girl who was fake laughing twenty minutes ago is now teasing him like they’d been friends for years.

“What- no- I would never- I mean-,” she’s stuttering practically on purpose at this point. “Oh, iron!”

Kenma turns his character in the direction that Y/N is looking towards, eyes squinting as he leans forward in his seat to try and spot it.

And then he hears her giggle.

“Ha! Made you look!”

He sighs, rolling his eyes half-heartedly as he leans back against his chair. “You’re literally a child.”

Y/N manages to stop laughing for only a brief second, “I can’t believe you-,” her voice suddenly breaks off with a gasp as she tries to catch her breath. “Fell for it,” she’s barely even able to finish the rest of her sentence, too busy practically cackling.

Kenma finds himself chuckling along with her, even though she’s entirely making fun of him right now. But he doesn’t care, not even a little bit.

Because for the first time since they’ve met, the interaction feels real.

~~~

An hour later, Kenma’s stuck in a cave and Y/N is doing who even knows what on the surface, when his roommate walks into the room.

Y/N is in the middle of telling some elaborate story about the first time she ever played minecraft when Kenma hears his door open. He doesn’t really react at first, only glancing at his viewfinder to confirm that Kuroo’s walking into the room.

“And then-,” she abruptly stops. “Did I just hear a door open?”

Kenma would have thought that his microphone (or even discord for that matter) wouldn’t be able to pick up such a soft noise. He’s been proven wrong a lot today though.

“Yeah sorry,” he confirms as he turns to actually look at the person now entering the room. “It’s my roommate, just give me one second.” Kenma mutes himself in discord but keeps his stream’s audio on, trying not to censor Kuroo as much as he wants to. He then just decides to leave the world, knowing there’s really no way to pause an online game.

“You? Apologizing? Since when,” the older man snorts.

Kenma closes his eyes with a sigh, “Shut the fuck up.”

“That was unnecessarily harsh.”

The streamer adjusts in his seat, turning in his chair to face his roommate. “I’m still streaming, what do you want?”

His best friend frowns, “I’m bored and being swarmed by cats out there.”

“Did you get in the catnip again?” He briefly gets distracted by the sound of Y/N saying something in his headset, but isn’t able to understand anything she’s actually saying because Kuroo is speaking at the exact same time.

“It was only like this much!” He makes a small gesture with his fingers to further prove his point.

Kenma stares at the distance between his pointer finger and thumb for an unnervingly long amount of time. “Only that much huh?”

Kuroo suddenly hides his hand behind his back, “Hey don’t look at my fingers like that, you perv.”

“It’s not my fault you just happened to measure the exact length of your di-.”

“AHHH!”

Kenma flinches as he’s cut off by a blood curdling scream, his pulse skyrocketing as he frantically turns back to the game.

He somehow manages to unmute himself, his fingers clumsily controlling the mouse to log back into the world. “Holy shit are you okay?”

“Fuck- yeah sorry!” Y/N is still being loud but it’s nothing compared to the way she’d yelled only a second ago. “Jesus, I’m so sorry; that scared me so bad.”

Kenma feels himself relax against his chair, mentally sighing as he glances back at Kuroo with a clear expression of relief. “She’s good?”

“Yeah,” he nods, swallowing unsteadily. “Fuck, did you hear her?”

“Are you kidding? I think the whole street heard her,” he jokes and Kenma can’t help but smile. Leave it to his best friend to be able to relieve such a massive amount of tension with one simple sentence.

“Your roommate heard me?” Her voice practically exudes embarrassment.

He chuckles, “Yeah, I think you both gave us a heart attack.”

“Oh no,” she groans. “I’m seriously so sorry.”

“What even happened?” (Translation: what the fuck made you react like that?)

“I was just focused on building a house and then a bird or something - I don’t even know what it was - slammed against my window.” She pauses and Kenma can hear her release a deep breath. “It scared the absolute shit out of me.”

“Okay I guess that’s fair.” He feels something tap against his shoulder and turns to look at Kuroo’s questioning expression. “A bird hit her window,” Kenma elaborates for him.

His roommate suddenly laughs, “I think chat was more worried than we are.”

Oh noooooo

Poor Y/N 😥

She needs therapy after that 💀

“They like her more than both of us combined,” Kenma confirms.

Y/N makes a disapproving noise, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

“Here wait,” Kenma says to pretty much no one as he grabs his headphone splitter and the second headset he always has on hand. After plugging everything in, he adjusts his microphone and wheels in another chair so that both men will be able to talk to her. “Okay, my roommate can hear you now by the way, Y/N.”

“Oh. Hi there roommate!”

Kenma frowns as he turns back around in game to start heading for the surface, “Why didn’t you sound that chipper earlier?”

Y/N doesn’t get a chance to respond before Kuroo does for her. “Because I’m better than you.”

Complete silence.

“You’re not even going to try to deny it huh?” He shakes his head, still trying to find his way through the maze of a cave he’d somehow managed to trap himself in.

“I don’t know; I’d feel mean if I did,” she responds without an ounce of hesitation.

“Yeah why are you forcing her to do stuff, Kenma,” Kuroo suddenly chimes in with a teasing tone.

“Fuck you Kuro. No one asked you.”

Kuroo reels back in his chair, as though Kenma had physically slapped him in the face. “Um wow okay. I can really feel the lo-.”

“Finally,” Kenma (accidentally) interrupts as he sees sunlight shining down into the cave. “I’m coming up by the way.”

“Wait, already?” Y/N sounds strangely panicked.

Kenma nods slowly even though she can’t see him. “Why,” he can’t help but feel suspicious now after her reaction.

“I haven’t finished building yet.”

He begins towering his way out of the hole, “I’m sure it’s not that ba-.” He suddenly stops as he sees a building in the distance.

“I’m sorry, you said you aren’t done?” His roommate says beside him, basically voicing Kenma's exact thoughts as he sprints towards the house.

“What the actual fuck this is amazing.” Kenma marvels as he opens what he can only assume is the front door. “How did you do this in two hours?”

Her character suddenly runs over, crouching in front of him and dropping something on the ground. “I might not be super amazing at PVP, but I’ve been building since I was in elementary school.” Kenma scoots forward to pick up the item, his eyebrows furrowing when he realizes it’s a bed.

“What’s this for?”

“I wasn’t sure which room you’d want so I just decided I’d let you pick,” she explains.

Kuroo nudges Kenma's shoulder with his own, “That was really nice of her. Right kenma?”

But he's strangely at a loss for words because he just can’t get over the fact that, “She made it red.” His head tilts, “Why’d you make it red?”

“Oh,” she seems surprised by the question. “I don’t really know. I just thought it suited you, I guess.”

“Hm,” he hums in acknowledgement, making his way over to the first room he sees and placing it beside the purple bed already placed against the wall. “Why don’t we just have the same bedroom?”

“Ooohh,” Kuroo drags out. (Kenma had completely forgotten he was there.) “Putting your bed next to her’s huh?”

Apparently they both decide that it’s better to ignore him this time because all Y/N says is, “Why would we share a bedroom?”

Kenma blinks, he thought the reason was obvious. “So then we have more room for other stuff in the house instead of constantly needing to build for more space.”

“Oh. Okay yeah that makes sense.”

His best friend suddenly reaches over to press his mute key for discord, “Kenma’s got moves guys.”

“Shut up.”

~~~

Kenma enjoys streaming with her that night. He really, really does.

But again, he’s doing this out of guilt.

Or at least that’s what he tells himself when he ends up messaging her again that very next day.

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pissfizz · 7 months

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Thinking. Tsukkiyama behind your touch au. Tsukki is detective moon and Yamaguchi is ye-bun. Kenma can be si-a the streamer girl murder victim lol and I’m thinking hmmm maybe Suga for seon-woo?? He seems to fit the vibe the best I would say but that’s hard to say since seon-woo is still a mystery

#i wanna draw this really bad I think it’s really funny to imagine #like yeah Tsukkiyama aren’t really enemies to lovers trope guys but I think they fit the vision anyway #tsukkiyama #hq

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ickymichi · 2 years

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HEY can i be added to the taglist for the kenma streamer au or wtv it’s called ty 🙏🏼🙏🏼

ofc you can i’ll add you now ^^

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kirishwima · 3 years

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****

"...Kenma's coming over"

"He WHAT?!"

Lev, whose head was resting in your lap, a bag of cheetos on his belly that he'd let cover his black tee with orange dust, wasted no time in jumping up, eyes wide with shock, cheetos be damned-much to your dismay.

"Clean that up" you asked with a sigh as he bent down to grab the snacks that had been now scattered across your living room's carpet, "and...yeah. He just texted me asking if we could talk."

"Oh I'm giving that bastard a piece of my mind that-that-idiot!" he huffed, jumping up from the couch with a frown, wiping his hands on his shirt.

"No, Lev-I...I'll need you to go. I have to talk to him on my own, clear things up."

He held your gaze for a long moment, a silent competition-until he sighed, nodding, bending down to cup your cheeks between his large palms.

"If he gives you any trouble Y/N, if he's being mean or anything-you call me and I'll come throw him out a window! And break his playstation!"

He pretended to huff when you giggled, but you could see the smile on his lips, his triumphant stand as he straightened back up.

"You've been hanging out with Yuu and Ryo way too much" you said, getting up and following him to the door as he got ready to go.

"...are you really gonna be ok?" he asked one last time, standing awkwardly besides the door.

You appreciated it, the way your friends cared for you so much-how sweet, gentle giant Lev would willingly throw hands with someone if it's to keep you safe, even if he's never even hurt a fly.

"I'll have to be", you decided, squaring your shoulders-fake it 'till you make it, isn't that what they say? "My relationship with him...it's already ruined. At least I can tell him what's been on my mind with no fear of consequence now".

Lev nodded, still uncertain-but he trusted you and your decisions, you knew he did. So with one last hug and a bid of goodbyes he left, the thud of the door behind him deafening in your now quiet apartment.

And now, being alone...you couldn't help it. The way your gut clenched, bile rising up to your throat. Your breath hitched thinking of all the possible scenarios, of the words you were about to speak, the secret you've been holding onto for dear life soon to be shared with the one person you thought it never would.

It took all of your willpower to simply head to the kitchen, to sip on a glass of water as you waited, mind whirling, the clock not ticking fast enough-until the fated knock on the door came, timid, quiet-not how one expects a life-turning event to begin.

The face that greeted you as you opened up was a hollow one-Kenma was never an overly-expressive sort but right now...he was blank, eyes reddened, the bags beneath them puffy and dark.

He hung his head low, refusing to look at you as you greeted him, his steps slow, cautious as he entered your apartment-as if this wasn't the millionth time he'd been here, as if he didn't know the layout and where you kept what better than you did sometimes.

You nodded to the kitchen, saying you'd pour him some water first-you know him, know he's probably been neglecting himself, has probably not had a sip of water in days, relying on junk and sodas. You wanted to be mad, to not care-but how could you?

He followed you without a word, standing across the counter as you pushed a cup in his hands, waiting quietly until he took a few sips-carefully considering the next words that'd come out of your mouth.

"I'm-"

"I-"

You both started and stopped, looking wide eyed at one another. He hid into his hoodie, taking a deep breath before trying to speak back up-but you simply shook your head, bringing a palm up to stop him.

"Wait-Sorry, just...let me go first, before I lose the guts to. Yeah?"

He nodded, slow and curious.

And so...it was time to get the cat out of the bag. With a deep breath, you let your eyes focus onto the countertop, at your own shaky fingers.

"We...we've been friends for years now, and being your friend-it definitely had it's ups and downs" you laughed, a quiet bitter thing, "You're not always the easiest person to get along with."

You refused to look at his face, but knew he was probably nodding along, maybe hiding his face into his hoodie-but you had no time to comfort him, had to carry on.

"Yet the more I got to know you...the closer we got I couldn't help but realise how kind you really are. You're so funny, real sarcastic at times, but you're genuine, you care for others so much even if you don't show it with words- Kenma, I never once felt like I had to act like anything but myself around you. You...made me feel safe"

You took sighed, eyes shut.

"It's no wonder I fell in love with you."

You heard his sharp intake of breath, making your gut churn.

"I know-I know telling you will just ruin what we had but...it's already in the gutter isn't it? Guess I might as well just-"

Your eyes met his face for a brief moment-enough to make you falter.

He-he was crying?!

Kenma's hands rubbed furiously at his eyes, refusing to look at you as he tried to compose himself.

"Woah hey-Kenma?!"

You reached for him but he shook his head, shoulders trembling.

"I-Tsukishima?!" was all he managed to say.

You sighed, shrugged your shoulders.

"I had to find a way to get these feelings towards you to stop growing. I did like Tsukki, back when I first met him-but it wasn't love. I couldn't lie to myself, not about this."

He didn't say anything. Didn't even look in your general direction, his face tilted away-body tense like a coil ready to snap.

You wanted to do something, anything to soothe him-but what? How could you help when you're the one that caused this?

Tentatively you walked across the counter, nearing where he sat on the barstool-put your hands on his arms, squeezed-to be frank, you had no idea what to do, what you were doing.

"-too"

You hummed, looking at his face, hidden beneath his sleeves.

"Me too. I love you too-"

That...wasn't what you expected. Your mind tried to catch up to what he was saying, hands falling to your sides but Kenma was quick, grabbing a hold of you, bringing you into his embrace-it was awkward, his arms dug into your back, his head pushed against your chest from where he sat on the stool.

Did you really hear that right?

"I love you-I love you I didn’t know what to do, I just realised it and my brain was a mess Y/N-"

He took a shaky wet breath, pulling away to face you-for the first time tonight, you locked eyes. Despite it all, the redness, the tears, the dark circles-his eyes were bright, a new spark in them, and focused on you, drinking in your face, your features, every single thing he loved and more.

"I’m sorry" he said, and though blunt-you knew this was the most sincere Kenma could be. "The moment I realised my feelings I just…the thought of being ‘just friends’ with you broke me. I didn’t know how to face you. I shut you out ‘cuz I’m a coward-"

You couldn’t help it. He was there, cheeks flushed, a small silly pout on his lips as he apologised-what else could you do but take a hold of his cheeks and kiss him?

For a moment his whole body stilled as your lips touched his, before you felt his become pliant, his arms around your neck; his smile was infectious, the way you felt it against your mouth, how you both shared an incredulous laugh, kissing him again, and again, and again-making up for all time lost to miscommunication.

"Don’t think you’re forgiven yet!" You huffed, staring him down. You couldn’t keep a serious face even if you wanted to, not when he was looking at you with that stupid soft smile, as if you were the brightest moon he’d ever laid eyes upon. He had to bite his lip to stop from giggling like a kid, the mere thought of you being his-his! bursting in his chest like a newfound warmth on a winter night.

"Okay."

"I mean it! I expect a bubble tea at my door every day" you tried, really, but he let his hands trail down to your waist, his thumbs drawing aimless circles on your skin-he leaned back in, kissed you softly.

"Okay."

"With extra tapiocas!"

He kissed you again, his forehead knocking against yours.

"Anything. Anything you want."

Really…how could you even pretend to be mad?

"…You", you eventually breathed out, "That’s all I want."

His smile was infectious, turning you both into heaps of giggles, the tense atmosphere all but forgotten, all secrets revealed, hearts shed and intertwined.

It’s all as it should be.

Both of you, cuddling on the couch, your head on his shoulder, his arms never leaving your body, as if afraid you’d slip out of his fingers (You wouldn’t-you wouldn’t), his lips leaving gentle kisses at the crown of your head, laughing, teasing one another.

Balance restored, at last.

*****

Love in the Twitch Era // Streamer AU-Part 16

It’s here! Sorry for the delay-but this is the official ‘final part’, though there’ll be an epilogue of sorts soon after :) Thank you for reading my first SMAU, and i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did working on it <3

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tsukisangel · 2 years

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apple pie <3

hinata shouyo had been watching livestreams since high school. one day during his first year, he came across a streamer who had named himself kodzuken. hinata hummed when he first saw it. well, this kodzuken was playing one of his favorite games. maybe he’d sneak in and lurk for a bit. a bit turned into an hour. and he ended up watching the entire five hour stream. kodzuken was so interesting and funny. before he ended stream, shouyo had decided to follow him. he’d definitely want to watch more of his streams. he was so cool.

“oh.” kodzuken had said right after shouyo followed. he smiled. smiled. “my first real follower. thank you, sho.”

shouyo never forgot about that moment. his first follower?? how could he forget? well, maybe kodzuken forgot, especially since shouyo changed his name. his first username ever was shorulez. of course he had to change it. plus, he never chatted to kodzuken. he always just lurked. this was around the time shouyo was learning to bake because he found out after baking with his grandmother that he enjoyed it. kodzuken would always stream at a perfect time, so it gave shouyo the opportunity to bake while watching.

so there shouyo was, baking while watching kodzuken’s stream.

kodzuken was obviously way more popular. shouyo was honestly so surprised he kept streaming. he felt so close to him. like a friend who wasn’t really a friend. he still didn’t type in chat though. even after so many years he was worried. plus, kodzuken was super famous. his chat was going so fast shouyo could barely read it. it made shouyo smile. after being kodzuken’s first real follower, seeing him with so many fans gave shouyo so much pride.

shouyo had also found out that apple pie was kodzuken’s favorite. so he learned to bake it. it was actually his best dish according to everyone he met and everyone who tried his baking. it was even on the board as a special at the bakery he worked at.

“okay,” kodzuken said, “i’m tired.” he yawned. when wasn’t he tired? shouyo laughed to himself. “and hungry. i’m gonna get myself some apple pie and take a nap. see you guys, uh,” he paused. “i don’t remember when i stream next. there’s some event i have.” he muttered. “it’s fine. you’ll see it on twitter. bye!” he said, turning the webcam off.

he muted his microphone and sighed, running a hand down his face. his roommate walked in the room. “done?” he asked.

“yes. finally.” kenma groaned. “it was such a long stream.” he whined.

“you’ve done how many 24 hour streams?” kuroo laughed, handing kenma a coffee. “decaf.” kuroo said.

“thank you.” kenma said wearily, taking a sip. he sighed. “i don’t know, i’ve just been tired recently. i think i need a break.” he said.

“then take one! you’ve been streaming every single week, multiple times a week, for how many years?” kuroo said. “i’m surprised you haven’t taken a break before.”

“streaming’s super fun.” kenma smiled. “but there’s so much going on right now. i’m just gonna take a little break. two weeks. that’s okay, right?” he asked kuroo, standing up and messing with his outfit.

“yes. it’s fine.” kuroo said, sitting in the chair. “your fans can wait. you matter more than this.”

“alright.” kenma said. he grabbed his bucket hat and wallet. “i’m going out then.” he took a big sip of coffee, setting it down. “a bakery opened up down the street a couple weeks ago so i’m just gonna walk there.”

“careful. you’re famous, you know.” kuroo teased.

kenma stuck his tongue out, walking out of the door and down the stairs of the apartment complex. contrary to people’s beliefs, kenma did not live in a mansion. and he didn’t want to. he just lived in a 3-room apartment. one room for him, one for kuroo, and one for his streaming. he and kuroo only lived there for five months so far. it was a perfect place. he never got recognized. the town was quiet and pretty small. there was a bakery he could walk to now. he saw online that their specialty was apple pie. it was amazing.

he walked in the bakery. it was a quaint place. whoever decorated it did really good because it was so comfortable and felt so homey. kenma definitely felt like he could live in that bakery.

“i’ll be right with you!” a voice called out from the back. even though the bakery was adorable, nobody was there. and kenma assumed only one guy was working at that moment. he smiled, looking around. he knew what he wanted, but he still wanted to look at other things they have. then he saw the guy walk out of the kitchen. “okay, hi, how can i help you?” the worker grinned.

“can i-” kenma started, then he saw the worker make a face. a very familiar one.

“oh. oh. um,” the worker started. “you’re- uh, kodzuken??” he asked. kenma laughed slightly.

“uh, yeah.” he said.

“oh, wow. you’re so cool! i’ve been watching your streams since i was in high school!” the worker grinned. “i’m hinata shouyo.” he said. “you want apple pie right?”

kenma nodded. “yes, please.” he said. “how old are you now?” he asked after a second, worried he might overstep boundaries.

“oh i’m 21.” shouyo shrugged, opening the case and serving a slice of apple pie. “i started watching around when you first started streaming i think.”

when kenma heard that, a feeling of guilt washed over him. there was no way he didn’t know who this was. “oh.” kenma said.

shouyo noticed these feelings and quickly said “i don’t chat.” he set down the plate of pie. “like, ever.”

“oh.” kenma said again, sounding a bit more relieved. “uh, how much for the pie?” he asked.

“oh, please, don’t worry.” shouyo said, waving it off.

kenma sighed. a lot of people were kind of like this. usually he accepted it, but it was a small business. he looked at the menu, giving shouyo the money, with a little extra cash.

shouyo smiled a bit, at how kenma just gave him the money with nothing else said. he set the money in the register and then slipped the rest in his pocket when he noticed there was more. “thank you.” he said, watching kenma take a bite. “you like it?”

kenma widened his eyes. “this,, this is the best apple pie i’ve ever tasted.” he said softly.

“you really like it?” shouyo asked, eyes brightening.

“are you kidding? i love it!” kenma grinned, loosening up a bit.

shouyo let out a sigh of relief. “i’m gonna be honest, ive been making apple pie ever since i found out it was your favorite.”

“thank you.” he was halfway done already. “it’s really good. this is amazing.” kenma nodded.

“of course!” shouyo shook his head and waved his arms. “baking is my favorite thing, i’ve been baking basically since you started streaming, so really it’s no big deal!”

“um,” kenma started, after debating with himself in his mind. “by the way, my, uh, my name is kenma. kozume kenma.” he said.

“oh! that- that makes a lot of sense.” shouyo laughed nervously. kozume kenma.

“just, please don’t go around, like sharing that.”

“no, of course not. i, like, respect your privacy and stuff.” shouyo nodded. “so, you live around here?” he asked.

kenma paused, clearing his throat. “kind of?” he said.

“i haven’t seen any, like, super big houses.” shouyo joked, laughing.

“it’s an apartment.” kenma muttered, taking another bite of his pie and then looking up at shouyo.

“oh! sorry.” shouyo said. then kenma quickly shook his head to try saying it was fine. the moment was a bit awkward.

“um,” kenma took the last bite. “i should get going.” he said, turning around. then he paused, closing his eyes. once he opened them, he turned around again. “thank you. uh, f-for supporting me for all these years. even if you haven’t donated or subbed or whatever. i appreciate you being there.” he nodded, quickly walking out.

he thought shouyo was kind of,, cute? he couldn’t tell if it was weird since shouyo was a fan who knew so much about him. he wondered exactly what shouyo knew or if he even remembered how either of their teen years went.

shouyo leaned against the wall with a grin wide enough to hurt his cheeks. he just met his idol. and he told him his real name. he put a hand over his heart. he really hoped kenma was gonna go back.

—

shouyo got home to his best friend/roommate after closing the bakery, still smiling wide. “tobio!” he exclaimed. “guess what??”

kageyama turned around, pausing the show he was watching. “what?” he asked.

“i just saw kodzuken at the bakery!”

kageyama raised a brow. “you mean, on your phone, right?” he asked.

“no! in person! he told me his real name.” shouyo grinned wide. “he’s so much cuter in person too.” he took his shoes off, sitting on the couch. “turn off the tv, i have a lot to say.”

kageyama sighed. he saw it coming.

they were in the couch talking about kenma for hours. kageyama was just listening, and shouyo was talking and talking and talking.

kageyama yawned. “sho.” he said.

“hm?” shouyo asked, stopping.

“it’s one in the morning. i’m exhausted. you have a crush on him.” kageyama said bluntly, walking out and into his room.

shouyo was left there, jaw dropped, eyebrows furrowed, as he stared at the person who was no longer there.

—

the next day, shouyo went to the bakery, getting everything ready and opening. he felt very energetic that morning. more than usual. he really hoped to see kenma that day. he quickly got to work on an apple pie. kenma had eaten the last slice the day before. shouyo did his best to make it as perfect as he could. he decorated it with more precision and when he cut it he was going very slow, trying not to make any mistakes.

when everything was set up, shouyo started working on the drinks, making sure everything worked. he also indulged himself in a coffee because he didn’t get very good sleep that night.

he heard the bell that sounded when the door opened and turned around, setting his coffee down. “welcome to-” he saw kenma at the door and grinned. “hey. welcome back.” he said.

“um, hi.” kenma said. he noticed the apple pie with the slice already cut out. he side eyed it but looked back at shouyo. “can i get some coffee?” he asked.

shouyo raised a brow, noticing how kenma eyed the pie. “busy today?” shouyo asked, grabbing a cup and filling it with coffee. he told him how much it would cost as he set it down, nodding his head to the bar with the sugar and whatever else kenma might need on it.

kenma opened the cap of the coffee, walking over to the bar. “kinda?” he shrugged. “i have, just, like, an event thing.”

“oh, i remember you mentioning it the other day.” shouyo said. “good luck! and, uh, you want some apple pie?” he asked.

kenma looked at shouyo with bright eyes, setting some money down after he finished with his coffee. he took a sip, letting out a soft breath.

shouyo chuckled. “you wanna take it with you?” kenma nodded, so shouyo put the slice of pie in a box, cutting another slice after giving it to kenma.

“thank you.” kenma smiled.

“have a nice day.” shouyo grinned.

kenma nodded. “you too.” he said softly, walking out.

little did shouyo know, kenma would come back later, asking for a hot chocolate and another slice of pie. that was almost right after kenma’s event, at noon. and then kenma went back again, at three in the afternoon. then once more, at seven in the evening.

so shouyo decided to ask, “do you want to take a whole pie home?”

kenma quickly shook his head, making shouyo laugh. “um, my roommate is gonna get mad at me.” kenma said.

shouyo didn’t know it, but kenma was lying. well, not really. kuroo didn’t mind when kenma brought home a whole pie, but then kenma ate it whole in one day. that didn’t matter though. the real reason was because kenma liked seeing shouyo. if he brought home a whole pie, he wouldn’t have a reason to keep going to the bakery and see shouyo. he’d have to wait until the next day?? he couldn’t do that.

he wanted to see shouyo’s tangerine hair, and listen to his soft, yet energetic voice all the time. he wanted to see his wide grin whenever he saw kenma. he couldn’t grasp what it was, but he loved just being around shouyo.

shouyo laughed. “alright. i’ll keep it between us.” he winked playfully.

for a second, kenma felt his heart start to pound in his chest. he winked at him. “thank you.” kenma almost squeaked out, not entirely being able to control himself? “i should go.” he smiled a bit.

“bye! have a nice night.” shouyo said. “and i hope you’ve eaten a full meal today and not just pie.”

“maybe.” kenma said, turning around and walking outside.

—

it had been a couple weeks since kenma started to go to the bakery every day. since kenma started streaming again, shouyo had a small box with a slice of apple pie ready for him. he saw kenma go on stream with the pie and eat happily. it made him feel good. kenma loved his pie. the guy who’d idolized him for so long loved shouyo’s pie. it made his heart smile. and he actually smiled.

“guys. this pie. best fucking thing i’ve ever had. i know i say it every day but it’s so good.” kenma said, smiling at his chat. “i’ve been going to this place for weeks now.”

shouyo bit his lip, thinking up a plan. he really liked kenma. they talked more and more every day. he already felt so close to kenma and they had barely known each other for a couple weeks. he hoped kenma felt the same way, because if not he’d be super embarrassed for what he was going to do.

he got the next box ready, grabbing the prettiest sticky notes and the prettiest pen he could find.

while kenma streamed, he wasted about twenty notes trying to get it right. kenma finished streaming by the time he was done. they were short streams recently. about two or three hours. kenma told shouyo that he just felt drained since he was doing so much and didn’t take much time for himself. shouyo couldn’t imagine doing that. he’d probably love all the attention, but putting himself in kenma’s shoes made him think about how stressful it truly was. kenma was so timid, and quiet. he told shouyo that he made himself act like his viewers were his best friends so he wouldn’t be overly enthusiastic.

kenma walked in the bakery just as shouyo closed the box. “hey, sho.” kenma smiled, leaning on the counter. shouyo grinned at him, taking the money from kenma’s hand as he handed him the box. “i’m eating here today.” kenma said.

“too tired to walk back home?” shouyo asked, handing kenma a decaf coffee to go with the pie.

kenma nodded. “you get me.” he sighed heavily, fixing his coffee up the way he liked it. “did i seem too low energy on stream?”

“just a bit towards the end.” shouyo said. “but it’s fine. we all have our off days.” he waved it off with a kind grin towards kenma.

those grins of his. they always made the butterflies in kenma’s stomach go wild. shouyo was just so attractive. kenma couldn’t get enough of him. he leaned on the counter and sipped his coffee.

“mind if we sit together?” shouyo asked. “i’ve been standing here all day.”

“any customers?” kenma asked, sitting down. shouyo followed soon after.

“just one.” shouyo shrugged. “i seriously feel like i own this place.” he sighed. “my boss is never around and there are no other employees.” shouyo huffed. his pouty face was so cute. kenma knew he shouldn’t be thinking that, but he couldn’t help it. he noticed shouyo quickly shift moods though. a wide grin grew on his face. “you gonna eat your pie?”

kenma raised a brow. “i am.” he said suspiciously, opening the box. he saw a sticky note, noticing shouyo was looking at him intensely. he picked the sticky note up, reading it.

‘pie love you! go out with me? - shuu sho hina shouyo! <3’

kenma smiled, face going red, laughing a bit at the way shouyo crossed out his name. “it’s- i just want to clarify i’m not like in love with you, uh, y-yet. i just really like you.” shouyo blushed.

kenma blamed his boldness on his streamer brain still being on, but he reached out and kissed shouyo’s cheek. “i like you too.” he whispered. “i’d gladly go out with you.” he started to eat his pie.

“great! wow.” shouyo let out a sigh of relief. “i thought you’d say no. cuz of the, like, streaming thing and how i’m a fan or whatever. i mean, i don’t think it’s weird. i just thought you might think it’s weird. but now i know you don’t think it’s-”

“sho.” kenma laughed. “it’s not weird. now, let me eat my pie in peace.”

“sorry.” shouyo said, drinking a sip of his coffee. he was smiling though. he was so so so happy. well, who wouldn’t be happy? he thought of the date he planned, wondering if it was enough.

shouyo showed up at kenma’s apartment at seven in the night, knocking on the door. it took kenma a bit but he eventually gave him his address. of course he understood. kenma was a pretty big streamer, and he actually told shouyo a couple stories about some creepy things that had happened. he said the reason he moved was because he was doxxed, and he was worried his friends and family would be too, especially since his first apartment was very close to his parent’s house. it sucked that kenma had to be so cautious. shouyo was just glad kenma trusted him.

the door opened to who shouyo assumed was kenma’s roommate. he grinned. “hello!” he said. “im hinata shouyo.” he said. he was basically shaking with excitement. he had heard of kenma’s roommate, but first he knew he was kenma’s best friend. he remembered kenma talking about it one stream. they had known each other since middle school. shouyo only had one friend like that. kageyama, of course. except they’d been friends since only high school.

kenma’s roommate smiled. “kuroo tetsurou.” he said. “i’ll get him. would you like to come in?” he asked.

“oh. uh, yeah.” hinata nodded, and kuroo opened the door for shouyo to walk in.

“you can sit on the couch? you want water or anything?” kuroo asked.

shouyo sat down on the couch. “no, thanks.” he said, smiling. kuroo nodded and walked away, into a room. shouyo looked around. he felt weird thinking about it, but he was sat in his idol’s living room. of course, kenma wasn’t really an idol and more of a friend, for now, but he still felt it. he had been such a big fan for so many years. kenma’s streams helped him through so much, and he was finally going on a date with him. kenma was so pretty and soft and-

“KUROO!” kenma yelled, and shouyo heard a big thud. “GET OUT! YOU SUCK YOU SUCK YOU SUCK!”

shouyo heard kuroo’s loud laughing, and he walked outside of a room. “he’ll be out shortly.” kuroo smiled at shouyo, who nodded. “so, you’ve been watching kenma since he started, huh?”

“yeah.” shouyo smiled. “i was a big fan of him. he was actually the only one i watched.”

“was?”

“well, i feel weird saying i’m still a ‘fan’ when we’re friends now.” shouyo blushed. “dating. we’re dating now.” his heart fluttered.

kuroo could tell shouyo really liked him. it radiated from shouyo’s energy. he was excited, and so happy.

kenma walked out of his room, face red. he stole a glare at kuroo, but then smiled at shouyo. “you look nice.” he said. “i, uh, didn’t know what to wear so i dressed as nice, but casual? as i could.”

“you look great.” shouyo said happily, standing up and holding his hand out for kenma. “let’s go.”

“have fun, you two. not too much fun though.” kuroo chuckled. “and use protection.” he sang.

kenma widened his eyes. “kuroo. i will punch you in the face.”

“you can’t reach.” kuroo teased.

kenma glared at him, looking away and leading shouyo outside. shouyo smiled at the interaction. “so, what’s the plan tonight?”

“well, if you’re okay with it, i was thinking we could go to my place and i could teach you how to make apple pie. and also how to make my favorite baked good. i love apple pie, but not as much as you.” shouyo laughed. “i-it’s simple, i know.” he said, walking to his car and opening the door for kenma. “but-”

“it’s perfect.” kenma said, getting in.

shouyo grinned, getting in the car and starting to drive. “i have a roommate too, and i told him to stay in his room but he might poke his head out sometimes, so sorry about that.”

“don’t worry about it.” kenma said. “roommates are annoying.” he joked.

shouyo opened the door of his house, looking around. he saw his roommate on the couch. “tobio.” he huffed.

“what?” kageyama asked.

“i told you i had a date.” shouyo whined.

“you were serious?” kageyama looked at him with raised eyebrows, then seeing kenma who started snickering.

“yes!” shouyo said. “did you do what i asked?”

“yeah. i’m a good friend, i help you through your delusions.” kageyama turned the tv off, standing up. “have fun,” he paused, “or whatever. i’m putting headphones on, in case you wanna, i don’t know, fuck?” he walked away and into his own room, closing the door.

shouyo got red. “he’s such an idiot. i’m so sorry.” he said to kenma.

“it’s fine.” kenma said, shaking his head. “we need new roommates.” he joked, following shouyo to the kitchen. “wow.” he said, looking at the setup. “you have a lot of stuff.”

“i told tobio to take it all out.” shouyo said. “he even set it up the way i like it.” he said happily. “maybe i won’t kick him out.” kenma laughed. “here.” shouyo handed him and apron, putting one on himself.

kenma looked at it, confused. he never cooked or baked a day in his life. “um, how do i tie it?”

“you don’t-” shouyo sighed, smiling softly. “come here. let me help you.” he said, helping kenma with the apron. he tied it around kenma’s neck, then around his waist. “there.” he said, raising his sleeves.

“thank you.” kenma said, blushing. “i’m a bit embarrassed.” he said.

“don’t worry about it.” shouyo laughed. kenma noticed shouyo’s arm muscles. he never really looked, but he almost drooled at the sight.

“you’re muscular.” kenma said.

“oh, i did volleyball in high school. and then i played a bit for fun in college, because tobio’s going pro and he wanted someone to practice with. but i decided to quit because i wanted to keep my focus on baking.” shouyo said. “tobio makes me work out so i can keep him working out.” he said. “we kind of have fun together though. we make it a competition.” shouyo grinned.

“kuroo also is in something with volleyball. uh, japan volleyball association?” kenma shrugged. “not entirely sure.” he said. “but he makes a bunch of money.”

shouyo smiled. “sounds like we both know volleyball geeks.” he said.

“he made me play in high school too.” kenma said. “think we played against each other without knowing it?”

“i wonder. i would definitely have remembered you. how could i forget someone as gorgeous as you?” he winked.

“sho.” kenma got red. “let’s bake!” he said.

“pie? or my thing? pie takes longer.” shouyo said.

“mmm, pie first.” kenma nodded, smiling a bit.

“whatever you say.” shouyo said. he started listing off ingredients, and kenma started to separate them. “most people do dry ingredients then wet ingredients then mix them together but that makes too much of a mess and you have to use two bowls and i don’t understand why people do it anyway.” he shrugged, waving it off. he grabbed a large bowl, looking at kenma. “wanna put the ingredients together?” he asked.

kenma nodded, looking at them. “uh, what do i do first?”

“something easy, since i don’t measure anything. i just eye it.” shouyo chuckled. “eggs.” he said, holding the egg carton and opening it. “recipes usually call for one, but i like to put two since i always double my recipe in case i mess up somewhere. and then if i don’t i get two pies!” he grinned.

kenma grabbed the egg. “i just, uh, tap it against the counter?” he asked. “i don’t want to make a mess.”

“it’s fine. i’ll make tobio clean it up anyway.” shouyo joked. “hit it hard, but not too hard. and don’t worry if you drop the egg, we all mess up our first-” kenma tapped the egg against the counter perfectly and cracked it perfectly. he made no mess at all. “guess you’re perfect then.” shouyo said.

“i think i spaced out?” kenma said, grabbing another egg. he went quiet, doing it again. he seemed focused. he smiled. “i wanna do more.” he said.

“well maybe if you weren’t so perfect and messed up you’d be able too.” shouyo nudged him, setting the eggs down. “okay, now you can take this and dump it in the bowl!” shouyo said.

they kept baking, and shouyo found that kenma actually wasn’t so perfect, because he made a huge mess with the flour. they laughed about it though. “how did i get it on my face??” kenma laughed.

shouyo tried to wipe it off both his and kenma’s face but he was laughing too much. “my question is how you could’ve possible dumped it everywhere except the bowl?? there’s no flour in the bowl, ken!”

“shut up!” kenma exclaimed, his hands leaning on shouyo’s chest as he hunched over. “you said dump it in the bowl!”

“yeah, in.” shouyo leaned back a bit, throwing his head back.

“i tried my best.” kenma gripped shouyo’s shirt, both of them shaking from the laughter.

they both moved back once they calmed down, continuing to bake the pie. finally, they got it into the oven. they had a bunch of fun with it. kenma sat down, sighing. “here.” shouyo said, grabbing a towel and wetting it and then going over to kenma. “can i?” kenma nodded. shouyo leaned down and gently wiped the flour off of kenma’s face.

“thank you.” kenma said. “sorry i made such a big mess.”

“it’s fine. i always make a mess.” shouyo chuckled at himself, moving away from kenma.

“come back.” kenma whispered, and shouyo looked at him, leaning down again.

“yeah?” shouyo whispered.

kenma leaned up and connected their lips together. shouyo’s heart completely stopped. he leaned into the kiss, holding onto kenma’s face. kenma grabbed shouyo’s wrists, holding his hands there. that was their first kiss, and shouyo felt like the entire world slowed down, like it was only him and kenma.

kenma felt the butterflies in his stomach multiply over and over. he felt sparks all over, wanting to pull shouyo closer. after a bit, kenma pulled away for air. “shouyo.” he breathed. shouyo hummed, kissing kenma again. kenma moved his hands to hug around shouyo’s neck. kenma pulled away. “kissing you is the best thing i’ve ever felt.” kenma smiled softly.

“i’d kiss you forever if i could.” shouyo whispered, mesmerized by kenma. he was just so perfect.

it was safe to say the rest of the date went well. they baked shouyo’s favorite, and they ate a bunch of pie. shouyo didn’t even think it was healthy to eat that much pie, but he didn’t mind because he was happy. and kenma was happy.

he kissed kenma every chance he could that night, because he really did mean he would kiss kenma forever. he loved the way his lips felt on his. they felt so nice together.

kenma stayed over shouyo’s house, because shouyo promised breakfast. they slept in shouyo’s bed together, and they cuddled and talked for a very long time. they stayed up until three in the morning. shouyo said the next day was the one day he had off from the bakery because there was some sort of inspection and his boss was a maniac about it.

luckily for kenma, that just meant another day to be together.

he woke up with a small smile, then realized the bed was empty. he feared he dreamed it all for a second, but then looked around, letting out a breath of relief. he heard muffled conversation outside the room, and he smelled something delicious. pancakes. he walked outside and followed the smell into the kitchen with the small dining room, where tobio and shouyo were talking.

“blue is your color! what are you talking about?” shouyo exclaimed.

“literally nothing about me has to do with blue! i-i don’t even like blue, where the fuck did you get this from??” tobio exclaimed back. shouyo was setting the table, setting down three plates of blueberry pancakes and sitting down with tobio.

“it just fits! you’re crazy.” shouyo huffed, exasperated. kenma noticed the time on the microwave. it was ten. he wondered how these two had so much energy.

tobio opened his mouth to speak when kenma spoke up. “good morning.” he muttered. the two looked at him, kageyama grabbing his plate and sneaking out to his room after muttering a “morning” to kenma.

shouyo didn’t seem to even notice, or he didn’t care. “good morning.” he grinned at kenma, motioning to the seat across from him. “you sleep okay?” he asked. kenma nodded, kissing shouyo’s cheek and sitting down.

“very comfortably.” kenma said, taking a bite of the pancakes. “mm!” he hummed happily. “really good.” he said, his voice muffled and his hand over his mouth.

“good.” shouyo nodded. “want me to drive you home after breakfast?” he asked.

kenma was about to shake his head, but then he nodded. “yes. i want to show you something.” he said.

shouyo perked up. “show me something?” he asked. kenma gave shouyo a mischievous look, smiling. “i guess i have to wait.” shouyo chuckled. “ah, i forgot.” he said, setting down a mug. “coffee. caffeinated, since it’s the morning.” he said. “i made it just the way you like it by the way.”

kenma took a sip. “you did.” he said. “i’m surprised you remember it.” he said. “thank you for all of this. and the date. i really had fun, sho.” he said.

“me too.” shouyo said. “a second date would be fun.” he said.

“i’d like to officially call you my boyfriend before that though.” kenma said.

shouyo’s eyes widened. he was so surprised by this. especially from kenma. he noticed doubt seeping into kenma’s eyes and quickly grinned and nodded. “yes! of course, boyfriend.” shouyo sang. kenma laughed softly.

“okay, boyfriend.” kenma said.

—

when shouyo drove kenma to his apartment, kenma excitedly led shouyo up. “kuroo!” kenma exclaimed, banging on the door. “i forgot my keys! open up, asshole!” shouyo laughed a bit.

kuroo opened the door, glaring at kenma. “you just woke me the fuck up.” kuroo said.

“apple pie for breakfast?” kenma held it up to him. then he shoved it in his arms, pushing past him. “you’re welcome!” he sang. kuroo sighed deeply, closing the door.

kenma walked towards a room, covering shouyo’s eyes. “hey, boyfriend, i can’t see.” shouyo joked.

“that’s the point.” kenma laughed. shouyo heard him open a door and he was being led into a room. kenma placed him in a certain spot. “keep your eyes closed.” he said, removing his hand as he moved to close the door. “okay, open.”

shouyo opened his eyes and was greeted by kenma’s gaming room. shouyo gasped, looking at everything. he looked at the setup. “woahhhh! kenma, this is so cool!” he exclaimed.

kenma smiled. “i wanted to show you since you’ve been such a big supporter. and i really like you.” kenma said.

“so, how does all this work?” shouyo asked.

“well, i can stream and show you.” kenma said. shouyo looked at him with furrowed brows. “i want to introduce you to them.”

“you always said you’d want to keep your relationship private.” shouyo said.

“i know, but, i really really like you shouyo.” kenma went up to him, his arms around shouyo’s neck. he pecked shouyo’s lips. “it’s like some love at first sight shit.” he joked. shouyo laughed, wrapping his arms around kenma’s waist and pulling him in for a hug.

“if you really wanna.” shouyo said.

“i’m not gonna share your name though. to them, you are boyfriend.” kenma said. shouyo nodded. kenma also handed shouyo a face covering to cover his mouth and nose. “extra privacy.”

“i like that name anyway.” shouyo said, putting the mask on. kenma smiled, kissing shouyo once more before pulling up another chair and sitting down in his. shouyo sat next to him, watching him work to set everything up. he started streaming immediately actually. he set some music on, humming to it while he fixed everything. shouyo saw a split screen where kenma could see how they looked. “they can’t see?” shouyo asked.

“can’t hear either.” kenma said. “okay, i’m gonna put us on now. actually,” kenma said, pushing shouyo’s chair a bit out of view. “okay, now i’m going on.” he said. he messed with a couple things, showing his camera. “hi everyone.” he smiled, waving at them. “wow, hi. a lot of love today.” he said. he smiled. shouyo noticed he looked happy. kenma stole a glance at shouyo, then looked back at the stream. “why don’t i have pie today? good question. i didn’t go to the bakery either.” he said. “oh? why? well, because i brought him with me.” he smiled, blushing softly. he pulled shouyo’s chair closer to him. shouyo smiled, waving at the camera.

“woahh, it goes so fast.” shouyo said. “it’s so different seeing it here. as a viewer, you can read almost everything.” he said softly.

kenma smiled, pecking shouyo’s cheek. “this is boyfriend.” kenma said. “i wanted to introduce him to you guys even though i said i would keep my relationship private because he’s special. he’s very special.” kenma looked at shouyo, who looked back at him.

“you’re so cute.” shouyo said. “i’m lucky to be boyfriend.” he said, leaning on kenma. “play a game play a game!” shouyo said, lifting his head up.

“sh, hold on. i’ll get to that.” kenma laughed. “i can’t tell you guys his name. i want to respect his privacy.” he said. “that’s also why he has a face covering on. i know you guys get crazy sometimes.” kenma shook his head. “he’s not famous, he just works in a small bakery. his information is probably out on the internet somewhere.”

“that’s probably true. to- uh, my roommate found my house address just by searching up the school. and i probably have info out because of the bakery.” shouyo said.

“really?” kenma asked. “that easy?” shouyo nodded. “that’s terrifying.” he said.

“well, you have like people who watch you all the time, so yeah. for me, it’s like, you have to be a serial killer to find me? and, i don’t know of any serial killers around me, so i’m good.”

kenma laughed. “you’re kind of dumb.” he teased. “it’s cute.”

shouyo pouted, but remembered kenma couldn’t see. “i’m frowning right now.” he said.

—

after the stream, shouyo and kenma took a walk to the park and were walking back to the apartment, talking more and more. they talked about the stream and how much fun they had. kenma said he was blowing up more than usual. “it’s because of your good looks. they couldn’t even see you and knew you were hot.” kenma joked.

shouyo laughed. “i can’t help it if i radiate attractive energy.” he joked.

they just reached kenma’s apartment, and shouyo stopped at the door. “i should get home. me and tobio have working out to do.”

kenma smiled. “call me when you’re done.”

“i will.” shouyo kissed kenma. kenma held onto shouyo, keeping him close. “i can’t wait to be with you.” shouyo said. “i think we’re gonna be together a long time.”

“i sure hope so.” kenma said. “i mean, i havent seen any flaws yet.” he joked.

“that’s because i don’t have any.” shouyo joked. he kissed kenma once more. they held the kiss for a bit, only pulling away because it was getting hard to breathe. “i’ll call you.”

“i’ll be waiting.” kenma said, kissing shouyo’s hand and watching him walk away. he leaned on the door of his apartment. shouyo would probably be the death of him. if the apple pie didn’t kill him first.

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