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jeanlsvs · 1 year
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[PART 2] # HQ Boys & You Breaking Up..
⭐️ including; suna, kenma, oikawa, tsukishima
(The Apology, Bad Ending)
★ Suna
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★ Kenma
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★ Oikawa
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★ Tsukishima
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thank you all for all the support you’ve been giving me! as always reblogs & comments are much appreciated 😁
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runa-fanfic-blog · 2 years
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{ 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 }
- Kozume Kenma-
Ft - Kuroo Tetsuro. -
Note: sfw, angst to fluff, marriedf!reader, cheating warning. Long oneshot.
Wc: 13+k
Request are open💜
- “Where have you been?”
These words flow out from your mouth as soon as Kenma walks in the living room. He stood there as if processing your question before sighing and walk to put down his bag. “Where else would I be? Of course, I've been at work, Y/n.” He answered with a tinge of irritation on his voice, something Kenma never does before.
You glance at the clock, hanging almost loosely but still haven't fall out, and it shows 12:43 in the morning. BB corp finished work at 9.
“At this hour?” You whisper again, stepping closer to him, eyes didn't budge from his face as you're trying to gauge his reaction. And he gave it away. He clicks his tongue and sharply turn away and walk into your share bedroom, before slamming the door shut, leaving you alone as you confirmed what you have been feeling nowadays.
Kenma... is losing interest in you.
At first you didn't want to jump into conclusions, you wouldn't want to doubt him. He's your husband, you love him. But... does he? you remember back to your first notice about this whole ordeal. First, Him coming home later than usual. ‘But he probably have a big project to handle so he took extra time.’ You whisper to yourself.
Second time; He no longer eat your cooking. No matter if it's his favorite apple pie, or his favorite cooking, he always said he's full. ‘He come back late, so he must have had dinner outside.’ you whisper again.
Third time; Woman's perfume on his shirt, woman's lipstick mark on his neck. ‘Maybe someone fell on him and the smell rubbed off?’ you denied the possibility.
Fourth ; He no more kiss you when he came home. He always greet you by patting you softly on the back or squeezing your hand once, then let go immediately afterwards. No smile either.
What's the odds...
Lastly, he didn't say 'I love You' anymore.....
After that, all of these things began to point out to you. It was a huge change, one that you can't take it seriously at the moment. Kenma loves you, nothing could change that. But how could you be sure? Maybe he just got tired after all of this hardwork, he didn't need you for nothing.
And now this. Why would you be so stupid to deny all this. You knew it yourself. You knew the answer, but you look away from the truth. You're scared to admit. Admit that Kenma, cheated on you. That Kenma, are having an affair behind you. Your Kenma... “He cheated...”
Your knees give up at your realization as you let out a silent whimper. One that would never be known to him.
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Morning came, and a `Ping!` noises woke Kenma up as he turn to open his phone, to find sweet good mornings from her. His love. Kenma smiles, replying each one of them with the same amount of sweetness she gave him. He missed how this feel. Y/n used to be like this, but she changed. And his love for her faded as time went on. He didn't actually want to cheat on her, but he can't lie to himself.
He look around the room for Y/n's figure but none found, so he start his daily routine. Since today is the day. For him to come true to her. It's sunday and both of them are off work so it's the best time to talk about it. He sigh, closing the bathroom door, if only he think twice before marrying Y/n, he would happily be with his true love now, but the past is the past so he'll change his life now.
He finish his shower, dressed himself, brushed his teeth.
He walked to the kitchen, to find her making breakfast, his heart sinked at the sight. This is why he decided to end it all. He already has someone else now. The last two years with Y/n, it wasn't her fault this happened, but it is how it is.
“Morning..” He said softly, remembering how he acted yesterday before nervously sit down on the dinner table. You ignore him, turning off the gas before went to the sink and start washing the dishes. Kenma noticed this, of course. He fiddled with his finger for a second, building the courage he need to crush your heart in mere seconds, but he didn't focus in that aspect.
“Y/n.. I have something to discuss with you.. Can you.. sit down for a second?" He ask again, turning his body to give you his full attention while waiting for you.
Since he knew he should do it now, but he doesn't know where to begin. What can he really explain? Everything that need to be explained.
“I'm busy..” You answered without looking at him, and turned the tap off before moving to wash another plate. He frowned. Becoming more impatience with your attitude. “Can't you stop for a moment, I just need to talk for a bit.” He said with a deeper tone, standing up from the chair and clearly upset with you.
You ignored him again, wiping the dishes you've washed. You aren't stupid. You know what he's about to discuss with you. But you doesn't want to hear it, because you know that once you did, this fairytale of yours will come to an end, and you just start building it.
Kenma take a step forward to where you're standing. You are acting like a child with all this sulking and it pissed him off. “Are you kidding me, Y/n? We're doing this farce now? Are you five?” he huffed at you.
Again. So instead of listening to what he says, you move forward and let him talk to your back, continuing what you were doing before he entered. A part of you hopes for him to say the right things this time, telling him how sorry he is, and begging for you to forgive him, so everything will turn back to normal but you know that's not gonna happened as Kenma goes beside you and pulled your wrist with force. He never hurt you before... but now he did.
You try to pull back your wrist, but it's pointless since he's a former volleyball player, and they have powerful grips. But you still have a mouth and a voice. “Let go, Kenma! You're hurting me!” You yell, planting your feet to the mosaic to prevent him from pulling you. “What are you being so stubborn for?! Just sit down so we can talk, for god's sake!” He shouted back, first time to you again as you flinched. Felt your eyes water but you blink them away before goes to sit down like he told you to.
He let out a loud sigh, messing up his newly combed hair as he sat down in front of you.
“Look, Y/n. About yesterday.. I..” “Save it, Kenma.” You interrupted him coldly, cutting his sentence short. “Just say what you want to, I don't need extra details, so stop talking about it..” You said firmly as you looked straight into his dark brown eyes, your hands clenching tightly into fists.
His brows knitted together and his lips slightly open in shock, he looks away, and let out a low breath. “Fine... Y/n.. I want a divorce. I've fell out of love and are currently in a relationship with someone who really loves me. So let's divorce.”
His shock and nervousness from earlier goes away as he stare at you dead serious in the face. And you, even as you try to fight back the urge to cry, hearing the man you give your whole heart to said that he fell out of love shattered your heart completely. One tear start to flow down, then second, third and can't be stop agaim as you sobs, covering your face with both of your palms.
The tears keep pouring from your eyes, and you couldn't help but let out small whimpers, “How could you.. Do this to me..? How.. Could you do this to me?” You asked, still trying to hide your face. “Please.. Don't do this.. Don't do this.. Don't leave me like this..”
“I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm sorry..” He said, his voice breaking a little as he held back the urge to hug you. He doesn't have the right anymore. “I.. I'm sorry..” He repeated his apology again.
But you no longer hear anything except for the sound of your heart shattering milions times over and over again, you bawl your eyes, with Kenma looking down on his lap, guilty crease his face but no regret shows. He felt relieved, that he actually end this today. Of course, you'll feel sad now, he, himself are sad but you'll bounce back in no time. You always do.
You sniffled, finally able to compose yourself enough to raise your head. And when you looked at the person before you, it feels like your soul has left your body. Kenma look so different. Not because he changed his hairstyle or his clothes but because.... he's no longer Your Kenma. You're no longer Kozume Y/n.. And it breaks you again, but you wipes away the tears, since there's no one to wipe them for you now.
“Since that means you're no longer my husband, I want you to pack your belongings. I don't want to see your face until our divorce trial....” You said hoarsely, looking away from the man. This house belonged to you and Kenma moves in, even though at the beginning of your marriage, he ask you to move in his house but you declined so both of you moves to your house, so it becomes both of you guys house but back to only you now.
Kenma nodded. As the CEO of BB corp, it wasn't a hard thing for him to do. So he stood him and goes out, without a single goodbye. All left is for you to wait for his helpers to come and get his things. The end for you and Kenma's lovestory, two years of marriage, 5 years of friendship from highschool. It ends with him and a new person. You cry again, clutching on your chest as you feel severe pain stabbing your heart, toppling over before losing consciousness.
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And so, 6 months went by. That morning you fell unconscious, Kuroo was the one who found you, though it was in the evening. He heard about the divorce from Kenma as soon as Kenma goes out that morning, but him with his promoting and scouting job, he can't just leave, so he hurriedly tried to finished early that day but still ended up in the evening when he went straight to your house. Kenma's belongings still in the house since the helpers he called will come later tonight so you're there unconscious for more than 8 hours.
When Kuroo arrived, he ring the doorbell, but got no answer, so he barge in without any hesitation. Since he knew you from highschool, he was the one who introduced you to Kenma, he knew what type of a person you're. And you always answer the doorbell.
With lights off, he panicked a bit as he turn the light on, looking around the house for your figure but found none, so he goes out to your small garden, again no sight of you, he goes back inside and climb the stair to upstair, knocking on your room's door, no answer so he pull the door handle to see that it was unlocked, open it up just to look around, since he didn't see you, he doesn't linger and goes back downstairs, almost running out from the door before he remembered your kitchen.
He peek at your kitchen and there you are, still wearing your apron, face pale beside the dinner table, unconscious. He scrambles and pick you up, not caring bout anything else as he drive you to the hospital, trying to calm himself down as you guys arrived at the hospital. He barely calm as he goes inside and ask for a doctor, that took you inside.
After checking up on you, the doctor said you fainted from high blood pressure, and a high level of stress. He told Kuroo that you need to stay for 3days so they can monitor your blood pressure. Kuroo thanked them and goes to sit beside you, accompanying you for the next three days. You told him about what happened, the whole story. He almost went berserk over it, it wasn't a funny matter but you ended up laughing over it and he joined in.
And today, 6 months later, you stand in the court as the judge knocked his gavel three times to finalized the result. Today, you're officially single again. L/n Y/n.
And the one accompanying you is Kuroo as he gives you his sneaky smirk when you turn from the stand to give him your smile, happy at the judge final decision.
Beside you, Kenma stood there without any expression on his face, his true love are cheering behind him but he set his eyes on the judge before glancing your way and you guys locked eyes, before you break it off, turning your heels and walk to where Kuroo is with his smirk and a high five ready for you.
Kenma never smiled, especially at you. But seeing you laugh and smile, he suddenly feels a warm fuzzy feeling all over his heart as if someone stabbed him deep in his chest. it's been a while since he saw you smiling and laughing like that all while high-fiving Kuroo. He felt it. no matter how he tries to think otherwise. He still felt it. Jealous. At Kuroo for being able to make you smile again.
A hand snake up to his wrist snapped him out of his trance as he turn to look at her, with her bubbly smile, while pulling him towards you. Kenma frown but didn't pull back. As they come stand in front of you and Kuroo, both of you turn a bit as Kuroo take up a front stand, shielding you a bit.
“What'cha need?” He ask in his usual way but a bit force tone. “I just want to tell Y/n that I'll make Kenma happy so she doesn't need to worry about anything.” She said with her happy smile, hand still tangling with Kenma's, while Kenma, stand there silently, but his eyes never left yours, and Kuroo noticed this, so he sling his arm around your waist and bring you closer.
“That's good, I guess. Not that she care though. She has more important thing to think about.” Kuroo said with his signature smirk, eyes didn't leave Kenma's as the blond male turn to look down.
“Now, shall we go, Miss Kuroo?” Kuroo ask as he locked eyes with you with his smile, fond and soft, making you returned it with the same amount as you nodded. “Bye now, miss I-don't-know-you-exist and unlucky mister Kenma.” He said before you guys start walking out from the court to your car, leaving Kenma's true love boiling mad and Kenma felt it again... That one feeling that he didn't felt when he told you, he want a divorce.
He felt...
Regret.
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ℝ𝔽🌸💜
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swdm360 · 1 year
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You're my Forever.
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➡ Receiver: Kenma
➡ Letter type:Angst
➡Note from messenger: I couldn't find an angst for Kenma that had something like this, though that's probably been done and written by the time I eventually post this so oop.
➡ Fake lovers to real lovers, proposal, drunk confessions, car accident, major character death, depression, mentions of drinking before driving, anxiety, break downs, profanities, accusations of infidelity, arguments, insecurities, jealousy stressing both parties for different reasons. Hints of Kenma going into a coma.
Kenma swore to himself, he'd never hurt you and that he'd protect you.
That was the promise he made when he proposed to you, it was so perfect. The night was beautiful, the water sparkling as it reflected the moonlight and illuminated his kneeling silhouette. The cheers from yours and his friends as you said yes with tears in your eyes and mascara starting to run down your soft cheeks.
Remembered how tight he hugged you as he chanted 'I love you' s to you on repeat as he felt himself finally shaking, coming down from the adrenaline; secretly afraid that you'd reject him beforehand and relieved that you were willing to spend eternity and have someone like him to be your partner, a potential father perhaps be one a grandparent with you by his side. Being so sickinigly sweet that the kids would gag at how loving you two were—grow old and die peacefully together.
You were his first for everything.
First kiss, first romantic love, first time, first anything.Truth be told, he probably would've stayed single if it wasn't for you asking for his hand in marriage jokingly in one of his reunions, and drunkly said yes to your proposal—which mind you, Kuroo had caught on camera and accidentally posted in their public account.A relationship that was once fake that turned to reality. A cliché, yes, but a miracle to him nonetheless.A miracle that unfortunately, ends too soon.
Like any relationships, problems arose. Those problems in your relationships included his job, his health and the ugly green thing growing it's head... Jealousy.
At first, it was the little "maybe later" or the "hang on, I'm busy". Then it was the "a friend asked me to record with them today, so maybe not" and "Oh yeah, I'm collabing with a friend so you can go without me"A friend?
It's happening too often, and you didn't want to be a your fiancé. How could you? You two are supposed to trust each other. So you asked occasionally. When you two sat down for food, or sat to watch a movie or played a game. Maybe it was when you two were in the car or perhaps in a restaurant out on a date.
To him, you asked too much and looked into things too much— he thought you knew he kept his job seperate. To you, you were scared—scared that he no longer loved you anymore and that the friend he played... One of them could be...
Of course, he got offended.How could he not? Are you doubting his loyalty? His feelings? His promise?
『"Do you not trust me?" He furrowed his brows, a frown settling on his lips.
"I do... It's just that I... I'm just curious. Nothing much you know?" You gave him a shaky, tense smile as you averted his eyes.』
It didn't help that when he held a 24hr stream with said friend, he had made it clear not to be disturbed leaving you to sleep and eat alone.
Lonely.
Without him by your side. So he bud you goodnight and collected his food and drinks for the stream.
The queensized bed no longer feeling comfortable to sleep in, the room freezing up his side of the bed whilst you were forced to hid under the covers while you bit your lips and cried. Insecurities plaguing your mind as you shivered and curled up into a ball. The light in his gaming room didn't help with your struggle as you heard him occasionally laugh and chuckle—something you noticed he hadn't been able to do with you.
Whimpering to yourself, you opened your phone before squinting at the uv light attacking your eyes. Your fingers finding their way to Shoyo, a friend you met Kenma through and someone who played a big role in how you two got together.
You messaged him, not expecting a response on the middle of the night—ding!—nevermind. Shoyo, being the remarkable sunshine that he was, never failed to put a smile on your face and erase the rearing head of the ugly thing in your heart as you chuckled to yourself lightly at a ridiculous hermit meme he sent alongside bloodshot eyes of a drunk Hinata playing (more like failing) volleyball whilst a drunk Kageyama served a ball to his face. Something about how it had been awhile so the two were catching up...
You never ended up sleeping enough so you groggily made your way to the kitchen only to start having an attack as you sobbed on the floor.
Kenma, being the attentive partner that he was, immediately dropped his things to bolt to your sunken form. The feeling of his smooth hands wiping your tears and shushing you as he pressed your body against his in worry.
He was a softhearted partner, willing to do all the work if it meant you were home safe and sound.
Imagine to your surprise that when you asked him the questions again, both a little tipsy, that he told you how you were getting on his nerves and how you overthink too much. Eventually leading to the both of you screaming and shouting at each other—furiously.
『"Oh for heavens sake, not this again. Didn't I tell you that were just coworkers? How many times do I need to repeat myself. Fuck, stop bringing that up! "
"Kenma relax, I'm just asking. You know how I feel about them."
"Please for the love of God, can we NOT talk about it here? I'm tired. I just want to sleep."
"You're always tired, busy. You never spend anytime with me anymore. You don't even sleep on the bed, it's always on your desk. I'm just worried!"
"Well I don't need you to be. Just worry about yourself—" 』
You failed to notice the motorbike speeding past the green light as Kenma tried to scream before the car slams into a pole and your head hits the wheel—Kenma's into the window. His last memory of you was the blood dripping down your head before blacking out.
『... Beep... 』
Next thing Kenma knew, he hears his heart monitor beeping. A few sounds of movement hidden behind his closed lashes. Sounds of his name slowly entering his somewhat disfunctional hearing—could that be you?
His eyes struggle to open themselves, hissing at the bright light as he was desperate to know of your condition.
Kuroo, his best friend since childhood and Hinata, best friend since high school.
Both had tired, exhausted faces; Uncharacteristically of them. Red eyes, tear stained cheeks, dark eye bags and messy outfits. Kuroo looked like he ran out of an important meeting and Hinata looked like he ran out after a game.
『"... name...? His hoarse voice managed to squeak. Eyes struggling to stay open. 』
Hinata let out a broken sob at the mention of your name, he bit his lip as he started crying again. He apologises over and over again. Kuroo had shushed Hinata as his eyes scanned Kenma's shaking lips.
『"K-kenma, kenma, oh god. I-I'm so sorry. I'm so so so sorry—"』
It seemed like he knew.
His gold eyes, eyes that you had complimented so many times, glossed over as a tear slips out before he shuts his eyes again.
Falling into a deep slumber.
Now there's no forever.
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flumphulous · 2 years
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𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬~♡
Tw: Angst, mentions of blo0d, angst with a bad ending
Pairings: Kenma x Reader
a/n: for all my besties in the mood for angst </3 (scuffed bc I started crying)
"Are you okay, Pudding?" You looked away from the pudding-haired boy, coughing harshly as your throat hurt more. This has been going on since two days ago, but you acted fine.
"Yes, I'm okay Kenma" You softly smiled at him, but surprised when he gave you a handkerchief for your cough. "Take this, so you don't have to ruin your sweaters and stuff-" He looked worried, but no so much.
"Thanks, but-" "Hey, Y/n, Kenma~"  Kuroo walked up behind you both, holding you both from the shoulders, pulling you together tightly.
"Kuroo, too tight-" Kenma tried saying as he struggled to hold his phone properly, trying not to drop the beloved item. "Okay, okay, what's up with you, Y/N? You skipped out on practice today.." Kuroo asked you in eagerly, wanting to know what’s wrong.
"I just had a bad cough, nothin' much. The nurse said it was my allergies, it's fine." Kuroo knew you didn't have allergies to anything here, but he brushed it off thinking you were just tired today.
"In that case, you have energy to hang out with me and Kenma? We can walk to my house with each other and do some work too-" "Sorry, Kuroo *you coughed again, using the handkerchief Kenma gave you* I'm pretty exhausted, what about another time?" You respond with a struggled tone, the coughs seeming to get worse each minute.
"Oh, that's completely understandable, we'll see you tomorrow then." Kuroo started walking off, and Kenma finally looked away from his phone and up to you. "I'll text you tonight, seeya Y/n!" He softly smiles, but then following behind Kuroo shortly after.
You struggled to sleep, the coughs getting harsher on your throat and chest hurting. This time, you noticed a bit of blood on the handkerchief. You brushed it off and passed out on your bed, worrying about him... and yourself, too. 
"Y/N!" One of the players yelled out to you as you collapsed on the court. The whistle was blown and the teachers and Kenma helped you get up to go to the nurse. You coughed violently, blood being drawn out from your mouth as you struggled to make your way to the nurses office. After you did, though, you passed out from the piercing pain. It seemed as if thorns were digging into your lungs from inside, but maybe they were.
"Y/n, you're awake." Kenma looked at your worryingly, but then standing up to inform the nurse. "Thank you, Kozume, you can get back to classes and after you can come back for L/n." He nodded at the nurse, walking out, leaving you with hurt feelings.
As you and the nurse were left alone in the infirmary, she spoke up and said something you dreaded hearing but very much so expected. "L/n, it seems you don't have much time.”
The nurse looked down at the floor, then up to you. "You can be cured, but i'm pretty sure you're aware of the side-effects." The nurse explained. "I'm aware, but these feelings.. I’m willing to keep them.” The nurse understood, knowing it was a hard decision to have to erase every last bit of that person you loved.
"Alright, take this, and these painkiller should help." You nodded and thanked the nurse, standing up as your chest hurt more. You coughed slightly, and walked off. What you didn't know, Kenma overheard the start of the conversation, and heard the name of the disease, yet he didn't understand.
Two days later, he lays in bed, thoughts lost as he clicked the controller buttons. He was torn between texting you, and just leaving you alone as he knows you hadn't come to school after that incident. Then it all clicked, all the pieces were in his face the whole time. Kuroo mentioned the disease a few months back, Kenma not fully paying attention as he was busy playing Mario Kart with you. But he knew that in that exact moment, he fucked up. He should've gone to you as soon as he heard you went home that day, yet he didn't.
He checked your location and called you multiple times. You were only 30 minutes away, but as you didn't pick up he panicked and called Kuroo, explaining the situation. "Kuroo we need to-" "Yeah I know, i'll be there." Kenma nodded, even though the dark-haired boy couldn't see him, and he dreaded how far Kuroo was.
With every minute passing, his chest ached with the thought of losing you all to his stubbornness. He was regretting every moment he refused to show his feelings to you.
Meanwhile, you laid on your back near the always-clear pond. You would drag Kenma out here, and he would always make those smart-ass comments you blushed at. You loved him, but knew he didn't love you back. To him, you were just a friend. A friend who was stupid enough to fall deeper into the abyss of an unrequited love.
You coughed, tulip petals falling out of your mouth. The blood was pooling up, and breathing was limited to short staggered breaths. As you reminded yourself of all those moments where you fell deeper into this void of feelings, the pudding-haired boy walked to you slowly, eyes widening at the sight, tears threatening to fall. 
He held you tightly, but in a careful manner. "Y/n... why didn't you tell me.." He let the tears fall this time, watching as you coughed up tulips and blood. The way the tulips would float, and the way the sun and moon always perfectly reflected on it. It was the perfect place, and you were perfect, too, yet he decided to block you out. He was perfect to you, and you could never get yourself to tell him that.
"Kenma... Don't cry, please. Here.." You handed him a note, the note you wrote many weeks before. Even though you hesitated to give it to him so many times, you finally felt the need as you decided this. Although it was too late, you wanted to tell him, even if said feelings were never returned."Y/n what-" "I'm sorry, I-" As the roots pierce your lungs, eventually your heart, you closed your eyes while holding the handkerchief tightly. The final tulip blooming out of your mouth, blood fully covering the pond now.
Kenma yelled in regret and pain as he gripped onto you, tears not ever stopping. Kuroo walked from behind him, crying at the sight in front of him. It broke his heart, too."Kenma..." He rubbed his friends shoulder,  the tulips surrounding them all in a saddening way. "I'm so sorry."
Kenma looked at the note you handed him through the tears, reading the words "I love you" on it. He couldn't help but feel the weight lift off his chest and shoulders, and he felt so regretful at the same time. He loved you, too, and he would never get to tell you. All those weeks of his heart aching, he brushed it all aside. The little things he wished he did, yet he knows that you wouldn't want him to be sad or regretful. He hugged your lifeless body and muttered one last thing to you... "I love you…”
I do not own this trope, and anything here at all except the writing because I wrote this duh
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chwelvr · 2 years
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HELP CAN SOMEONE RECOMMEND ME KENMA X READER FANFICTIONS ON AO3 OR ANY APP AT ALL??😭
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satoruii · 2 months
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TELLING YOUR BOYFRIEND THAT YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM // HAIKYUU SETTERS
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summary: you act like you're confessing to them for the first time. HAIKYUU SETTERS ft. KAGEYAMA, OIKAWA, KENMA, ATSUMU
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tetsumie · 7 months
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“𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘” — 𝐏𝐓 𝟐
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read part 1 here!
pairing: kuroo x reader & kenma x reader
genre: hurt/comfort
a/n: hello !! sorry for being gone for soooo long D: i wasn’t doing well and was in a really bad place mentally.. (plus burnout 😓😓) but regardless tysm for all the love in the first part of this fic! i appreciate u all sm and i’ll work on getting asks in! thank u for being so patient w me !! luv u :D
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you woke up late today and weren't surprised that kuroo had already left for work by the time you woke up. but he did leave you a post-it note saying he made breakfast leftovers for you in the fridge.
you smile at the thought that kuroo took the time out of his day to make some food especially in the morning. however, as you're getting ready for the day, your eye catches the lunch bag that's sitting on the kitchen bar countertop.
"this idiot," you mumble, shaking your head with a smile on your face. you pull out your phone and shoot him a text.
y/n: thanks for the breakfast it was really good
tetsu: im glad :)
y/n: also you left your lunch at home stupid
tetsu: oh shit
tetsu: can you drop it off for me? i cant come home to pick up, im in a meeting rn
y/n: yeah that's fine
tetsu: thanks baby ill kiss u when i see u
tetsu: love u 2 the moon and back !!
y/n: ur so weird
y/n: love u 2 the moon and back <3
a few hours pass by and now you're taking the bus to head to kuroo's office with his lunch bag in hand. before leaving the house, you decided to swap his current lunch which was some leftovers with his favorite food, grilled salted mackerel.
you enter his office floor and are greeted by the office receptionist from the floor. "i'm just here to drop off some food for kuroo-san."
"oh yes, right this way," she stands up and opens the office door for you and points out where his room is.
as you're about to knock on his door, you hear his voice from the other side. "i'm not sure if i can come out tonight to eat kenma. y/n probably wants me home, you know how clingy they get sometimes."
your heart sinks to the floor.
has he always thought of me this way? clingy? i didn't mean to act that way? i just like being in his company. i didn't mean to be clingy. i didn't know he felt that way...
"anyways, i'll call you back kenma. i gotta get back to work. see ya later" he ends the call.
you take a deep breath, standing in front of the door, thinking about kuroo's words to his best friend. before you could even knock, the door opens and you're greeted by kuroo.
"oh y/n! you should've texted me you were here!"
you let out a laugh that sort of dies in your throat. "oh um i just wanted to surprise you that's all."
"come in, let's eat together. you can see the beautiful downtown view from here," he tries to usher you inside his personal office room.
you're a little uncomfortable so you hold yourself back from going on, "maybe another time, yeah? i gotta head back. i've got a lot of work to do with college and work and stuff."
"no yeah of course, i get it. work hard! but first..." kuroo smiles and before you can pull away, he kisses you on the head. "i'll see you when i get home. love you!"
too ashamed to even look at him as you walked out of his office, you just wave to him with your back facing him as you walked away.
you're now sitting on the bus on the way home, thinking about the way he called you clingy. "you know how clingy they get.." has he always thought i'm clingy? has he just been putting up with my annoying habits? i thought he liked the way i treated him. i didn't know he thought it was clingy.
you're trying to look back at your actions and now it's all coming back to you.
you're always trying to kiss him, hug him, cuddle him. you're always talking to him about random things from an occurrence at the grocery store to some new show you're watching. literally last night, you both were cuddling while watching a new episode of kuroo's favorite sit-com and you were running your fingers through his hair.
it all made sense.
you were clingy.
and he wanted space.
you were going to respect that.
kuroo comes home later that evening and announces himself with an "i'm home!"
you're on the dining table with the computer open, working on some new assignment and you smile at him. "welcome home," you say with a smile.
he's expecting you to get up and come over and hug him like you usually do but to his surprise, you continue to look back at your computer.
he assumes you're just busy and doesn't think much of it.
kuroo heads into the shared bedroom to unwind from his hectic day at work. he takes a shower and changes into some pajama pants and is now heading back to the living room to see what you're up to.
you're still sitting on the dining table with all your notebooks splayed out and computer open, working on what seems to be some really big project. he plops down next to you and starts squinting at the screen. he starts poking you to grab your attention from the screen.
"the mackerel was really good today."
"that's good."
silence envelops the atmosphere between the both of you until kuroo decides to speak again.
"what are you working on?"
"college stuff."
"maybe take a break now?" he suggests.
"i can't. it's due soon," your voice flat. "if you want dinner, there's some leftovers i made in the fridge."
"alright," he replies, getting up from the chair to the kitchen to warm up some food.
his shoulders droop a little. he was hoping to spend some time with you. but he is aware that something is off with you. he's not sure what it is but he knows something isn't right. you haven't given him a single kiss or even a hug since he's been back and your usual sarcastic remarks are gone.
you've barely even acknowledged his presence.
"maybe it's just an off day?" is what he convinces himself.
but those "off days" are starting to become more consistent.
you're out of bed before he wakes up in the morning and you barely talk to him when he comes home. you always end up sleeping after he falls asleep and he can't even stay up because of how exhausted he gets after work. the amount of physical affection has declined from you and every time he texts or talks to you, your replies are barely existent.
it feels like he's living by himself. when did it get so cold?
on the other hand, you think it's going well! you haven't been all up in his business lately. you're giving him the space he wants. you're hoping that kuroo is feeling much happier since you're smothering him less. sure, you miss getting to hold and cuddle him but this is what he wanted, right?
now that the week is over, kuroo is hoping to spend the weekend with you.
that morning, kuroo sets an alarm to wake up earlier than you in hopes of spending some extra affectionate time with you. however, the moment he wakes up, the other side of the bed is empty and cold.
he has no choice but to get out of bed to see where you are. there's no way you're up right now. at 7 am on a weekend? no way.
he walks out of the room and he feels his heart chip. you're sleeping on the couch, slightly shivering because the blanket you're using barely covers you. have you been sleeping on the couch this past week? why didn't i notice? kuroo begins to internally berate himself right now for letting you sleeping on the couch for this past week right under his nose.
with no hesitation, he bridal-style carries you back into the shared bedroom and tucks you under the duvet cover and comes back into bed.
however, you've already woken up and you sit up on the bed, startled. "w-what? where am i?"
he scoffs, "i brought you in our bedroom idiot."
"oh," you're now grabbing your stuff and climbing out to go back to the couch but kuroo stops you by grabbing your arm.
"where are you going?"
"to the couch?"
"but this is our bedroom?"
"no, this is your bedroom," you emphasize.
"y/n." his tone feels cold to you. "talk to me."
"we are talking, are we not?"
he starts scratching the back of his neck. "yes but you know it's not the same. what's going on baby?"
his hand to tries to reach your cheek to stroke it with his thumb but you turn away and immediately stand up from his bed. "it's okay kuroo, please go back to sleep. it's the weekend, you should rest."
his heart chips at the gesture. why are you avoiding him like this? what did he do? what happened to 'tetsu?'
"it's tetsu to you," he mumbles.
you open your mouth but shut it and cast you eyes away from his stare down at the floor.
"it's always been tetsu to you," he states.
you're still silent and he takes it as his queue to continue speaking.
"baby, everyday i come home from work and you barely acknowledge me. you're always busy doing 'college stuff' or something else. you barely hug me or even kiss me anymore. what happened? what did i do? did i do something wrong? did i overstep my boundaries? are you mad at me about something? please i wanna know what i did wrong so i can fix myself."
your heart softens at his words and you begin to immediately reassure him.
"there's nothing wrong with you... nothing has ever been wrong with you... i just want to work on giving you your space. i know that you think i'm clingy and so i wanted to work on just giving you room to breathe. i know i can be a little too much sometimes. i'm sorry for not realizing how clingy my actions were sooner. i'm sorry i-"
he immediately walks over to you and brings you to his chest, hugging you tightly. your eyes slightly widen. "don't you dare fucking apologize. it's not your fault. shit, it's never been your fault, baby. what made you even think that?"
in embarrassment, you mumble, "i heard you say i'm clingy to kenma. sorry i didn't mean to overhear."
"oh, my love," he pulls away and looks at you with a sad look in his eyes. "it's not what you think."
he sighs and he sits on the side of the bed and taps the bed space in front of him for you to sit down as well. "kenma's been trying to get me to go meet some new volleyball members to affiliate them with the jva and to be honest, i already have so much on my plate with the current affiliates, that i'm really trying to avoid going out for dinner with him. i'm trying to get one of my coworkers to go on my behalf to seal the deal but i can't find anyone willing to."
"i just used your name as an excuse. i swear on my life, i never really meant that. i never ever meant to hurt you."
still finding it hard to believe him, you mumble, "you don't need to lie.. i understand if-"
"y/n, i swear on my mother, i'm not lying," he interrupts. "every single fucking day, the only think i ever look forward to is seeing your beautiful face in my apartment. i look forward to your rambles about the new show you started watching or how the current professor you're shadowing is a douche. i love your bear hugs and i love the way you kiss me all over my face in the mornings. fuck, i love knowing that i get to go to sleep with you every night and i get to wake up to you every morning. i love you, just the way you are. please don't ever change yourself over some fucking lie i said."
"i'm so sorry y/n, so sorry for ever making you doubt my love for you," he intertwines his hand in yours and looks into your eyes. "i'll do anything to regain your trust.
he senses the hesitation in your eyes and honestly, he can't blame you. you've been harboring this guilt for a week and it makes sense that you're still feeling a little uncomfortable around him.
but to his surprise, you inch your way closer to him and hug his chest and the tears begin to fall. his body tenses and he feels so guilty about everything. he rubs reassuring circles on your back and kisses your head every few moments.
after you wipe your tears on his shirt, you look up at him and honestly kuroo hates to admit this but you still look gorgeous even with a tear stained face. he's grinning at you and begins to pepper your face with his kisses.
"love you to the moon and back," he whispers into your ear.
you chuckle and kiss him on the lips. "love you to the moon and back, tetsu."
in that moment, he swears to himself that he'll make sure that you never have to doubt his love for you ever again.
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kozume kenma
as the ceo of his own startup company, a youtube streamer, and a college student, kenma can almost never find any time to himself. the only time he really feels at peace is either when he's asleep or when he's with you.
but sometimes things get so hectic and suffocating, he just wants to be alone, away from the world.
after a long day of classes, you walk into your shared apartment and you can hear kenma talking from his bedroom/home office. you try to keep quiet not disturbing him.
in hopes of cheering him up, you decide what better way to do so by making his favorite food: apple pie. you put down your stuff on the living room couch, grab the apron, and get to work.
kenma stays locked up in his bedroom for the majority of time that you're baking and a part of you just hopes that maybe he'll come out to just say "hi" or just accompany you to see what you're up to but unfortunately he doesn't.
after the pie is done baking in the oven and you've brought him a slice so he can get some food in his system because you're sure he hasn't been taking care of himself. you're hoping that maybe, just maybe, the both of you will finally get to spend some time together.
you knock on the door twice.
no response.
you knock once more and call out his name, "kenma, you busy still?"
still no response.
you sigh, realizing there was no hope in knocking, and decide to twist the knob and enter his room. you're greeted with the sight of him sitting on his gaming chair, knees to his chest, headphones over his ears, and slightly biting the eraser top of his pencil.
he must have felt the presence of someone else in the room with him because he looked away from his computer screen and his eyes widened. he slid his headphones off his ear and hung them around his neck.
"how long have you been home?" he bluntly asks.
"for an hour or two now, i think," you reply.
“oh sorry, i didn’t see you,” he mumbles.
you chuckle in response. “i didn’t think you would considering you’ve been cooped up in your room the entire time.”
“well yeah,” he says. “i’m busy.”
as he’s about to put his headphones back on and get back to work, you speak up. “i know you’re busy but do you wanna eat with me? i made-”
“can we talk later? i don’t have time for your clinginess right now.”
oh.
he puts his headphones on and indulges himself back in his work, not even registering the weight of his words.
you slowly walk out of his room, silently close the door, grab yourself a slice of apple pie originally made for the both of you, and plop yourself on the couch to watch some new show on the television.
after working for nearly hours on end, kenma finally finishes the load of work he had piled. now all he wants to do is just spend some time with you before going to bed. he walks out of the bedroom and is greeted by you asleep with the television humming in the background.
he can't help but let a small smile envelop his features. it's such a domestic sight and he wants to photograph this moment in time.
he knows he said some harsh words to you out of frustration but he hopes that you understand that he didn’t truly mean them.
he goes over and kisses your forehead and he smells the distinctive scent of apple pie and his heart softens at the thought that you made him his favorite food.
he goes over to his bedroom, grabs a blanket and lays it over you and goes under the blanket, snuggling himself closer to you. he hasn't felt this relaxed in a while and your presence is just so comforting to him.
he doesn't know what he'd do without you.
the next morning, you wake up and find yourself in an awkward position and your feel arms wrapped around your torso. you look to your left and are greeted by kenma's sleeping figure and you can't help but smile.
but you remind yourself of what he told you yesterday and you silently get up from the couch and begin to get ready for the rest of your day.
his words, "i don't have time for your clinginess right now", really had sent you into a spiral last night and you were too exhausted to think clearly. did you always come off as clingy to him? you were definitely a bit more energetic and enthusiastic than him but you never thought it was clingy?
you can't seem to think straight so you decide to maybe go out for a walk, just to take your mind off things. you just need some time alone, away from your apartment with him.
kenma wakes up only a few minutes later and he feels cold. his neck is sore, considering how he slept in an uncomfortable position because he wanted to sleep with you. however, to his surprise, he doesn't find you asleep next to him.
as he walks around the house, calling your name, a sense of urgency begins to form in the pit of his stomach.
he dials your number and it goes to voicemail.
he does it again. still voicemail.
he's about to call you one more time until he hears the jangle of keys and the door opening. a sigh of relief leaves his mouth and as you're about to turn your keys to open the door, he's a step ahead of you, opening the door for you.
"oh my god, i thought you went missing," kenma hugs you, catching you by surprise. "where'd you go?"
hesitant to reply, you say, "oh just went on a walk, that's all."
"you should've told me, we could've gone together," he states. "i feel like we haven't seen each other in forever."
"it's fine. don't worry about it."
there's something wrong and he can sense it in your demeanor. as you're heading to the master bedroom, he can see the way your shoulders slump as you put your keys back. he doesn't address your distant behavior, thinking that you're just having a rough morning and it'll get better as the day goes on.
unfortunately, it doesn't get better.
you seem to be fine but you just feel incredibly distant.
kenma's been playing games in his room all day and unlike usual, you're not in his bedroom watching him play or sitting on the bed scrolling through your phone. his gaming experience isn't the same when you're not there.
he pauses his game and goes out to the living room to see you lying down on the couch, scrolling through videos on your phone. he wants to ask why you're not staying with him but he doesn't want to make overstep your boundaries, especially since it seems like you're not in a good mood.
but that's anything from what you want.
you want him to ask you to stay in his room and keep you company. but because he hasn't done so, his word "clingy" began to scream louder in your head and to be frank, that's the only thing roaming in your head.
"do you want to do anything today?" he asks. "you know.. because it's the weekend and we can go out if you want? like going out to eat?"
a part of you began to feel guilty considering he was thinking about what you wanted to do and you hated feeling like a burden towards him. he already expressed his disapproval with you when he said he found you clingy so you didn't want to impose any further.
"no it's okay," you reply, eyes glued to your phone. "i don't want to annoy you or anything.. so i'll just go on my own or something..."
he hums in response but his eyebrows furrow as he doesn't seem to move from his spot. he can tell there's something wrong and you're obviously being very dodgy with him about the subject which is why he decides to take a seat on the couch and snatch your phone from your hands before you can even register what's happened.
"hey give me back my phone!" you sit up, stretching yourself over to grab your phone back from him in a failed attempt.
"not until you tell me what's wrong," he says flat.
you sigh, knowing that this conversation isn't inevitable. you can't avoid him forever "you called me clingy yesterday, kenma. sorry that i don't really want to hang out with you right now."
the words that leave your mouth have kenma in a state of shock. you took that seriously? you really thought he meant that? in order to ease his busy day of meetings back to back, you came home baked him some apple pie to ease him from his stresses.
and what did he do in return? called you clingy when you just wanted to spend some well-deserved time with him. god, he was being so ungrateful. his body fills with guilt when he he realizes you took his comment to heart.
“honey, i-” he starts and then is cut off with your words.
"i understand where you were coming from, i like to show my affection with you through physical touch and i know you’ve never been one to really reciprocate that," you begin to ramble. "so i’m really sorry for pushing your boundaries and i’ll give you the space that you need."
guilt is eating him away and he needs to clear the air now, otherwise you might be closed off forever and he’s not sure if he’s ever going to be able to reconnect with you.
“y/n, honey, don't apologize for this. it’s not your fault at all,” he starts. he puts down the phone onto the couch and grabs both of your hands and squeezes them assuringly. “i'm sorry for pushing you away and calling you clingy. you didn't.. you never deserve to be told that."
his hand finds its way to your cheek and he begins to rub comforting slow circles. seeing the sullen look on your face made him realize that he never wants to see you like this ever again. it was like you had lost the light in your eyes. kenma hated how he had diminished that so quickly by making you think that he didn't like your company.
he loves you so much; he could never imagine what life would be like without your presence.
a small smile begins to creep back on to your face and kenma finds himself in a slight sense of relief.
"it's okay," you finally utter out. "do you wanna watch that new episode? apparently there is so much drama now and i'm avoiding socials so i don't get spoiled..."
he chuckles, "i'll do anything with you."
he knows that he can't take back his words from before but as he's sitting on the couch with you in his embrace, he knows he can show you his love through his actions. he'll do anything to bring back that trust to you.
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ilylovelyz · 8 months
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just thinking about kuroo as a father.
he'd be so doting for his baby, so in love and so infatuated with it.
he'd never fail to smother it with his love, never failing to peck soft kisses on it's forehead or cheeks, whispering little "so cute,"s or "my baby."
his bonding time with the baby was all the time, he enjoyed the little moments where his baby would just lay against his chest, sleeping softly.
he'd take note of every single detail of his baby, his hands poking and proding at the soft chubs. he had obsession with his baby's hands, he thought it was so adorable—the way the baby's hands were so small and chubby in comparison to his much bigger hands.
he would swoon in secret about the little resemblance the baby had from you, saying things like "you look just like your mommy," or "look you have you mommy's [x]~"
you would sleep soundly at night, it was rare when you would wake up for night duty, because he was always eager to spend that precious late night alone time with the baby–even if he was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion.
a few times, out of curiosity, he lightly bit his baby's cheek, just because he thought since it was chubby and soft, that it would maybe taste good.
his baby's laughs were just a beautiful melody to his ears, he would never get sick of hearing the sweet coos and incoherent words from his baby.
at some point, at night, he began to cry while holding the baby. he just couldn't help his overwhelmed feelings of happiness. he couldn't be any happier being with you; and now the two of you even had a baby together?
heaven.
he'd raise his baby with curiosity, always answering his child's questions even if they were stupid or nonsense. he'd then follow it up with a question of his own, creating a cycle of more curiosity and questions.
he'd be there for every soccer game, for every championship, for every event, you name it, and he's there.
he'll happily exclaim "that's my kid right there!", even if he comes off as obnoxious and snobby.
he couldn't careless about how loud he was, he just needed everyone to know that his child would forever be his greatest thing to ever happen to him.
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rishiguro · 8 months
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GAME OVER - K. KENMA
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warnings: hurt/no comfort. 3.7k of angst. break up. yelling. talking about abandonment. heartbreak. no beta, we die like ao3.
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zipping the suitcase shut, you closed your eyes. this was your second and last one. you were practically done, your best friend has confirmed that they were already on the way and soon you would be out of here the rest of your stuff was already at their place, you had made sure that today, the day you were finally leaving, everything you had would leave this place.
you had planned this. you knew you wanted this. and it’s not like your soon-to-be-ex boyfriend ever mentioned something about your belongings slowly disappearing, if he even noticed it – which he probably didn’t.
after all, he didn’t even notice you growing distant over the last couple of weeks. 
quickly you lifted the luggage from the bed and pushed it into the hallway. you wanted to leave as soon as possible, hell, you wouldn’t even mind waiting outside, even though it was freezing and snowing without an end in sight. but for now you decided to stay inside, after all you knew that kenma had plans. not that he would’ve told you personally, but you overheard him talking to his best friend on the phone last night.
as it turned out however, this didn’t seem to be the case.
you were currently walking around the apartment one last time, checking if you had taken everything with you before finally leaving, when something made you stop in your tracks, your hand tightening around one of the straps of your backpack.
you could practically feel your heart stop as you heard the door unlock and fall shot shortly after, followed by keys being tossed into the bowl right next to it.
why was he home? he wasn’t supposed to be home. 
“(y/n)?” you heard him call out for you and instantly your heartbeat sped up rapidly. he sounded puzzled and slightly irritated, which affirmed your belief that he saw the luggage in the hallway. “what’s going on?”
with a clenched jaw you forced yourself to calm down, your feet taking you to come face to face with him. “why are you home? i thought you wanted to go over to tetsurou’s place,” you stated calmly, forcing your voice to sound as bored as possible. you didn’t want him to know of the turmoil you felt inside of you.
kenma narrowed his eyes at you. “you didn’t answer my question”
shrugging, you pointed roughly into the direction of your suitcases. “well what does it look like? i’m leaving”
you don’t know how you were expecting him to react. shock? sadness? or even relief?
what you didn’t expect was to look at his ever so apathetic face as he only raised his eyebrows slightly at you. “haha, very funny” 
you could only blink at him for a few moments before you shook your head, muttering something to yourself. you shouldn’t be so surprised that he didn’t take you seriously. it’s not like he respected or even reacted to anything you told him before anyways.
good. maybe that would make it easier for you to leave.
“sure,” you whispered, not being able to mask the hurt and anger in your voice completely. 
you should have left earlier. you should have just gone outside despite the thick snow and cold wind instead of waiting for your friend to text you.
“come on, i know you’re joking,” kenma rolled his eyes at you as he spoke. “you wouldn’t just leave like that. did someone put you up to this stupid prank?”
scoffing, you let your backpack fall to the ground, clenching your first on your side.
a couple of months ago you would have tried to excuse the apathy in his voice and even excuse his way of dismissing you and whatever you were doing, telling yourself that he was tired or just busy but once this period was over he would again be the loving and attentive young man you fell in love with.
but he wasn’t anymore. and he hasn’t been for a long while.
furrowing your eyebrows you looked down to your backpack, rusting in it for a couple of seconds before pulling out a white, slightly wrinkled envelope. you took a deep breath to gather yourself before looking back up at him. “i wanted to leave this on the table, but since you’re here already” you held it out in front of you, looking at him expectantly.
with a confused look on his face, kenma reached out, taking the paper from you with slow hands, his bewildered eyes never leaving your stone-cold expression.
he looked down at it, seeing that it was addressed to him, his name handwritten in big, cursive letters. “what’s that supposed to be?”
“i told you, i’m leaving,” you repeated coldly.
with skeptic eyes he looked at the white paper for a second before meeting your eyes again. “why would you?” he sounded confused, more bewildered than actually emotional.
of course he still didn’t believe you. 
you were here in front of him, your suitcases packed and a backpack on your shoulders and he still didn’t take you seriously. what would you have to do for him to just listen to you for one time?
you couldn’t help but scoff and roll your eyes at him, fingers tightening around the straps of your backpack before you swung it back onto yourself again, at the same time putting your shoes on. “read it and find out”
you jumped slightly as kenma spoke again, his voice now significantly louder than before, uncharacteristic for a quiet and rather apathetic person. “seriously? you say you’re leaving but can’t even tell me to my face why? really?” he sneered, taking a step closer to you.
in return you backed away, trying to keep your voice as low and steady as you could. “you have no reason to raise your voice at me right now”
after his hands had balled up the letter, kenma threw the paper on the ground. 
that’s what he was doing to what you were telling him. this is how much your words meant to him.
not even worth a listen, only worth to be thrown away.
“of course i have! i have every reason to! my partner wants to pack up and leave and doesn’t even have the heart to talk to me!” he continued yelling, pointing at you accusingly. 
of course everything was your fault. of course he didn’t listen. of course he didn’t entertain the possibility for even one second that everything you wanted to talk about and everything you argued about was serious.
you shook your head in disbelief, a shocked laugh escaping you. “suddenly you want to talk?”
“what the hell are you talking about”
every single word that left his mouth managed to drive the knife in your heart even deeper inside. did he ever even care? did the past years mean absolutely nothing to him? why was he so confused? did your concerns over all these months and years really mean nothing to him?
why did he care so little?
“if you want me to talk, sure, i’ll talk” you clenched your teeth, balling your hands to fists at your sides.
you looked back at him, letting out a deep breath before you summarized all your thoughts in just a few words, mentally begging that you could simply get out as fast as possible. “you don’t give a shit anymore. not about this relationship or about me”
you didn’t want to talk to him about it, afraid of what you might say or not say and afraid of what he might say. you didn’t want to see him stare at you as you poured your heart out, slap him in the face with every issue that‘s been laying heavy on your heart for way too long. you were afraid of breaking down crying in front of him, showing him just how much you hurt.
you simply couldn’t. you wouldn’t allow yourself to be so vulnerable in front of him, not in front of the person that made you feel so worthless and broken.
“i care about you!” kenma shouted back at you, taken aback by what you had just told him, “how could you say that i don’t?“
was that how he showed that he cared? ignoring you, arguing with you and constantly dismissing you? was that really how a person would show their love and care?
you scoffed. “no, you don’t, kenma! you stopped caring about us a long time ago,” you yelled, wanting nothing more than stomping your feet in frustration. why did he suddenly care so much? “you never talked to me unless it was to ask me to get you something because you were too lazy to get up and pause your game or wait before entering the next round. you never even thanked me when i brought you whatever it was you were asking for. you completely neglected your half of your chores and even had the audacity to get mad at me when i didn’t do them for you. and if that wasn’t enough, if i just as much as delayed mine for just a couple of hours because i came home from work exhausted as fuck, you found it in yourself to be angry at me too”
with every word you spoke you could see the anger in kenma‘s face disappear, instead shock and guilt taking it’s place. his entire stance loosened up, almost like he was about to lose balance on his feet. “(y/n), i-”
“i’m not done“ you continued to stare him down, a part of you taking pleasure in seeing his resolve crumble and see him look like a kicked dog. you know you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help yourself. you suffered for so long, you were in pain for so long — he should know how he had made you feel all this time. “you never listened to me anymore, because whatever was on any of your screens was more important. i don’t know if it was a game, or a friend, at this point i wouldn’t even care if you had a side piece. because it’s not like this would matter anymore. whoever or whatever it was, is clearly more important to you”
kenma stepped back, looking away from you as he pressed his fingernails deeply into his palm. he opened and closed his mouth multiple times, unsure of what to say. that was until he finally settled on something. “you’re blowing this out of proportion,” he whispered.
you let out a breathy laugh. was he serious? blowing things out of proportion?
would he still say this if he knew just how many tears you shed because of this? if he knew how often you made excuses for him to not just yourself but your friends too, who desperately tried to help you realize that the relationship wasn’t healthy or good for you? how you were constantly doubting yourself, not knowing if you were the one expecting too much? would he finally realize everything if he knew how broken you felt?
turning away from him, you pressed your lips into a thin line, quickly flexing and relaxing your hands as you tried to ground yourself. with a sad smile you looked back at him again. “it was our anniversary a week ago. do you remember that?”
you could see how kenma‘s face fell, as he became even more overcome with guilt. so he really didn’t care anymore. “thought so. you didn’t even come home that night,“ you continued, melancholy overtaking you as you recounted the day mentally. the excitement and hope you felt when you first woke up and started your day, which slowly turned into sadness and hurt with every passing hour until you completely shut down the moment the new day began. “do you know how shitty it felt to sit at home and just wait for you to show up, only to realize that you actually forgot?”
you shook your head again, swallowing rapidly to get rid of the lump that was starting to form in your throat. “you. the guy that remembers every easter egg, every cheat code and every shortcut from practically every game he played over the last year. that guy forgot his anniversary. and his partner’s birthday too while we’re at it”
it seemed that now the harsh reality finally hit kenma. he nodded, looking down in shame as he fiddled with his fingers. he opened his mouth, only to close it again. and again. and again. you could see the gears turning in his head.
in the meanwhile, you felt relief. while you still didn’t like that you were standing in front of him and couldn’t just disappear as planned, never seeing him again, you got a sense of comforting retaliation with every passing second. maybe, just maybe, he could feel even just an ounce of what you felt. 
“(y/n), i can make it up to you, i promise, i’ll do anything. i didn’t mean to, i just got so caught up in everything,“ he tried to reason, miserably failing in his attempt to admit his faults without taking an ounce of accountability.
maybe he didn’t get it after all.
you narrowed your eyes at him. “you’re incredibly stupid if you actually believe that,” you stated with a shockingly monotone voice, shutting your eyes in defeat. “just face it, kenma. you didn’t care and don’t pretend to care now”
“but i did! i do!” he immediately claimed, stepping closer to you again, trying to take your hand, only for you to pull yours away as soon as his fingers touched your skin.
you sighed, holding your hands up in front of you in an attempt to protect yourself from every word that was leaving his mouth. he had already proved over and over again that he didn’t care about you — that he didn’t love you. so why couldn’t he allow you to finally leave and rid yourself from all this pain?
“stop. i can’t hear any of your lies before, really. i’m done with this too now, just like you are. shouldn’t you be happy now?” and yet again you felt your throat tighten. did kenma actually enjoy this? did he get some sick sense of pleasure from seeing you so hurt, so broken? why couldn’t he just let you go when this was what he made you believe he wanted?
“no one here that will annoy you when you’re gaming, no one that will force you to actually eat and no one that will drag you away from your pc so you can see the sun for at least five minutes. sounds like a dream, doesn’t it?”
“no,“ he denied, reaching out for you, only to see you back away even more.
“no? but that’s what you wanted” you refused to look at him, instead carefully and slowly making your way over to your suitcases.
kenma however didn’t want to see you go, his hand grabbing your arm in a desperate attempt to keep you here, by his side. “no it’s not”
you used your free hand to peel his from your arm, shaking your head again in defeat. “well, that’s what you got now at least”
he stood there frozen as he watched you grab the handles of your suitcases, taking a deep breath before you spoke again, this time with your back to him.
“you know, i really wanted us to last, kenma. i really did. i tried to talk to you about this, i wanted to work this out together. but you never listened” you sighed, not being able to stop a sad smile appearing on your lips. “kind of ironic that you do now”
you could feel your phone vibrating in your pocket. you could feel the hope rising in your chest, feeling relief at the thought of leaving this place. as you were about to step out, you stopped in your tracks, but refused to turn around. instead you glanced over to the window, seeing just how heavy the snow has gotten over the last hour. you clenched your jaw. “i asked tetsurou to come over later. i know you don’t like being alone at home when there’s supposed to be a snowstorm”
when you stepped even further away from him, finally reaching the door, kenma was ripped out of his frozen state, jumping forward and grabbing your arm once again. “(y/n), no!” he yelled out. 
your jaw clenched as soon as he touched you again, your mind falling into a loop of yelling at you to simply rip yourself away from him and leave without any other word and the other part simply begging him to finally let you go. you took a deep breath. “you’re going to close your eyes and let go of me. you’re going to count to ten. and when you open your eyes again, i’ll be gone”
it seemed so easy for him to hurt you over and over again, and yet he couldn’t seem to let you go. did he love to see you in such pain and misery? did he really just want to hurt you? 
“please don’t do this to me,“ kenma begged, his voice significantly more hoarse than before.
you scoffed. it’s not like you were doing this all just to hurt him — you simply wanted to be better, more than just feel blue day in and day out. you wanted to live again, not rot with a boyfriend that didn’t give a damn about you. “let go of me”
he grew more and more desperate, pulling on your sleeves like a child. “please don’t do this to us!”
“there is no ‘us’, kenma!” you finally yelled at him, confirming not just to him, but really to yourself that you actually meant what you said and wrote down. you were over and there was nothing he could do to change it. “didn’t you hear me? it’s gone”
“i love you!” he yelled back, his voice breaking. “i love you, i love you so much, please” 
and even though you were so relieved to finally leave, in this moment, you halted. 
love.
oh, how much you had loved him. 
after a deep, almost silent sigh, you looked back at him, seeing kenma with his head hanging low. “i would’ve given you everything to hear that just a few weeks ago. i gave you everything i had. and i would’ve been so incredibly happy” a smile spread over your face and you allowed yourself to fall for the illusion that his confession gave you. in some other universe you would hear these words daily, spoken with so much care and adoration, more than you could ever imagine. you would fall into his arms and kiss him sweetly and passionately and at the end of the day fall asleep in your shared bed, your bodies intertwined. you would be happy. “but now?”
“(y/n), please,“ he whispered.
“no. you’re too late”
and with that you shook him off off you again, finally opening the door, the cold air in the hallway hitting your face. 
behind you, kenma fell down to his knees, a lump in his throat, as he reached out for you, only to pull back immediately after. “please, i’m sorry! i’ll be better, i’ll change, i promise!”
you didn’t look at him, not wanting to see him in such a state. “i’m so sorry” 
pathetic — that was what he was right now. carelessly toying with your feelings and now that you just couldn’t take it anymore and left him, he suddenly seemed to have an epiphany. like a child that always ignored a toy, only to throw a fit as soon as another one wanted to play with it.
“i don’t want to hear your apologies. they don’t mean anything, kenma. they’re worthless” you spat at him, still staring at the grey wall ahead. “you can’t just keep apologizing and not change anything. i’m so sick of it, i can’t take it anymore” you clenched your jaw, shutting your eyes to prevent just a single tear from falling. “i can’t get my hopes up only for you to crush them every time”
“i never wanted us to end,” he whispered, hands falling into his lap. “especially not like this. you have to believe me. please, let me fix it”
you shook your head.
“it doesn’t matter what you wanted. what matters is what you did. and what you did was hurt me. over and over, again and again” you huffed, looking down and a sad smile on your lips. “there’s only so much i can take,” your voice broke, leaving you with no choice but to clear your throat and shake your head. you promised yourself that you wouldn’t start crying here. you had cried enough already in this apartment.
“and there’s nothing you can do to fix it. you can’t reset”
you turned your back to him, only to face him again a couple of seconds later, clenching your fists at your side. after taking a deep breath, you spoke again. “it’s over, kenma” 
without waiting any longer you grabbed your two suitcases standing next to the door and walked out, careful not to slam the door behind you. while you dragged your luggage down, careful not to trip as your eyes filled with tears and constantly swallowing the lump in your throat, kenma still stood in the hallway, staring at the spot in which you stood just a few minutes ago, completely dazed. 
it was only when you were long gone, after your friend had picked you up and allowed you to cry your heart out on their shoulder, did kenma feel like he could finally move. he was about to turn around and leave when he noticed a white ball laying on the floor. with a shaky hand he went and picked it up, only to realize that it was your letter, the only thing you had left behind for him.
clutching it into his chest he sank down on his knees, hunching over as he felt the tears pooling out of his eyes.
finally kenma realized that what you said was true. there was nothing he could do to fix this and get you back, there were no save points to return, no data to delete to start over and no cheat codes to enter.
it was game over.
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Anonymous letter
A Valentine's Day Story
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Pairing : Kenma x Reader
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"Dear Y/N,
I like you. There's no need to beat around the bush since it's Valentine's Day and I'm gifting you chocolate. Thank you for being as nice and positive as you are, it always makes my day better.
P.S. : there's no need for me to sign this letter because I'm only telling you that I like you, I'm not asking you to like me back."
And that was it. No hint, nothing. You had no idea who was this person. You stared at the handwriting for hours, and couldn't even figure out if it was someone you knew. You guessed it was someone you knew at least a little, seeing how you apparently made his day better. The thought made you laugh a little. How could you make someone's day better just by... existing ?
But you couldn't laugh too hard. After all, someone made your day better just by existing. But there was no way you would've gifted him chocolate for Valentine's Day.
Kenma just wasn't the type. You had spent the whole day with him, and he never asked once. Even when Kuroo asked you, he didn't seem interested. You tried to avoid answering the question all day until you just couldn't. So you lied.
"No, I didn't get anything", you said. "Did you ?"
He paused for a while, frowning his eyebrows. But he still answered :
"Of course. The ladies love me."
After a while, he asked again :
"So you really didn't get anything ?"
You shook your head. After all, that "anonymous sender" could've been a prank. You would never know.
"Even if I did", you added. "I wouldn't have kept them."
Finally, Kenma raised his head and looked at you.
"Why ?"
"Because I'm not interested. I'll just throw them away."
You didn't mean the last part. Whether you felt the same thing, someone had the courage to tell you how they felt for you. That was more than you could do. But you just didn't want to talk about chocolate and Valentine's Day anymore.
"You threw away my chocolate ?" you heard.
You turned to Kenma. He was pouting, as he avoided your gaze.
"It was you ?" you asked, confused.
He didn't say anything, as he walked faster to keep a distance between you. You couldn't see his face anymore. You turned to Kuroo, who was looking in the opposite direction. And then you realized.
They were both in on it.
"So it was a prank ?"
Nobody answered. You ran to Kenma.
"Why would you do that ?"
He looked back at you. His piercing gaze froze you.
"Wasn't the letter clear enough ?"
You didn't know what to answer. You didn't know what to do. You couldn't say anything. What if it was not a prank ? What if he really liked you ? What if...
"I was not pranking you," he said.
Then, he whispered :
"But you threw them away."
You quickly grabbed his hand as he turned away.
"I didn't !"
You opened your bag, showing him the chocolate box. You saw how his eyes lit up and you looked away, embarrassed. You thought about the letter again. It really looked like you were making his day better, just now. Just like he did.
"I was going to eat them, I swear."
"Then why did you say you wouldn't ?"
Your heart clenched. You wanted to say the words but all you could do was admire him for being able to do what you couldn't.
"I had my reasons", you just whispered.
You caught a glimpse of a smile on his face as you started to walk again.
"You know", he said after a while. "Gifting chocolate isn't really my thing."
You laughed.
"I know. That's why I didn't gift you any."
"What did you say ?"
You didn't answer. You weren't ready yet. Still, you grabbed his hand as he silently walked you home. You would have a lot of talking to do when Valentine's Day is over. But right now, all that mattered was that he liked you and you liked him too.
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hxnavira · 1 year
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When I'm imagining an angst scenario in my head and I accidentally hurt my own feelings in the process.
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benkeibear · 17 days
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⋆꙳✧༄ Breaking up with them
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❖ Characters: various Haikyuu characters
❖ Reader: genderneutral
❖ WARNINGS: breakups, heartbreak, mentions of cheating with some
❖ A/n: reposting my old Haikyuu works onto here 🫶
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They were such a sweetheart to you, giving you more attention and drowning you in their love and presents - was that the guilt? You saw the texts with numerous other people and you knew they were cheating on you, the fresh hickey on their neck before your date was the last straw. You ended up making a scene in the restaurant but their lies pushed you over the edge.
„And don't you dare say you ever loved me or even tell me that you cared, 'cause you knew what you were doing and you know just what you've done. How dare you say you miss me with your spit still on their tongue.“
➸ Yu Nishinoya, Keishin Ukai, Saeko Tanaka, Tetsuro Kuroo, Lev Haiba, Alisa Haiba, Kanji Koganegawa,Yuji Terushima, Rintaro Suna
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They were your everything, promising you forever when they knew you were just something to pass their time with. It hurt watching your future crumble in front of you after they told you that they want to break up. You did the only thing you could do and begged them to stay, letting the tears fall as you told them about how you thought you two will grow old together but that was never their intention in the first place.
„So take from me what you want, what you need. Take from me whatever you want, whatever you need - but lover, please stay with me.“
➸ Kiyoko Shizumi, Toru Oikawa, Keiji Akaashi, Eita Semi, Satori Tendou, Kiyoomi Sakusa, Atsumu Miya
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Being with them was like a fairytale at first but once the honeymoon phase was over they became such a different person, never taking you on dates anymore and blaming it on their busy schedule. You were never their first choice but you feared being alone, maybe they still love you? But they won’t care if you leave, you’re nothing more than someone to warm their bed when they feel lonely and having you beg for their attention makes them feel needed.
„Cannot spend another night in this home, I close my eyes and take a breath real slow. The consequence is if I leave, I'm alone. But what's the difference when you beg for love?“
➸ Daichi Sawamura, Tobio Kageyama, Kenma Kozume, Hajime Iwaizumi, Wakatoshi Ushijima
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They knew you were falling out of love before you even knew it yourself, picking up on the small signals but they stayed around, trying to make you fall for them again - that’s what you promised when you exchanged the rings after all. It was their duty to stay with you and make you love them again but until then they would give you space, missing the way it felt when you were sleeping in the same bed, cuddled up to their chest.
„She doesn't love him anymore but he'll stick it out 'til the end - This he had sworn. Lying awake in bed feeling the spot on my chest where you used to rest your head.“
➸ Shoyo Hinata, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Takanobu Aone, Kotaro Bokuto
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You were never enough, the signal was loud and clear but taking someone else home with them from a party was too much for you. It was clear you would never be what they wanted, no one would be but that’s no longer your issue. You focused more on yourself and when you were someone they desired you left them, letting them know that they would never be what you want to give them a taste of their own medicine.
„I won't be the girl you want me to be, I'm not the honey to sweeten your tea. You're bitter as shit - And I'm not having it. Honey honey my blood turned to honey baby doesn't that sweeten your tea.“
➸ Ryunosuke Tanaka, Kei Tsukishima, Taketora Yamamoto, Kentaro Kyotani, Osamu Miya
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Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez
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runa-fanfic-blog · 2 years
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You don’t have to if you don’t want to :) but could you do a part 2 to “regret” where reader moves on and Kemma is sad and regrets his decision 
I got'chu, Anon!✨ Sorry it took me a few weeks to post this🙇‍♂️ Also, I tried using Grammarly, so I hope my grammar are a bit better than previous story.
@lunaaaatica, here's the second part. 💞
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{ 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨; 𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙝. }
- 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 -
𝙵𝚃 - 𝙺𝚘𝚣𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚖𝚊 -
𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚜𝚏𝚠, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐!, 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝!
𝚆𝙲: 15+𝚔
𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗!
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- “Y/n, where did you put the diapers?”
Kuroo called out from the bedroom and the sound of a drawer being open greets your ears. You're standing in front of the stove while stirring the boiling pot filled with curry for dinner tonight. Tasting it a few times before switching the stove off.
“It's in the lowest drawer.” You answered, taking two napkins and slowly moving the pot to the table for you and Kuroo to dine in a bit. “Found it.” He replied before the sound of baby-talking started. It's the voice of Kuroo playing around with Umi, your daughter while trying to change her diaper. You smiled at the sounds and cleaned around the countertops using the napkins.
This is your life now. After that divorce issue with Kenma, it takes time for you to get used to living alone again. Of course, it would. Two years of caring for someone left a reminder. But now, another two years went by and you're living with someone who cares for you, every day and night.
Your fairytale starts anew after you married Kuroo, one year after Kenma decided to go with another person who he called his ‘True love’, and you guys divorced. You no longer care to keep him in your mind since you've got more important people in your life to think about rather than some cheating bastard.
You and he no longer talk to each other after that and Kuroo decides to do the same, saying that he can't believe he introduced you to a jerk, and so, the both of you never held any contact with Kenma again.
And well...it seems like the rest was easy.
Kuroo and You are happy now and your relationship is healthy and growing strong as the days passed by. Beautifully crafted by you and Kuroo and the newest additions to your family, your 10months daughter. You're glad it turn out like this.
“Look at this, babe! It's a mini me!” Kuroo suddenly appears beside you, snapping you out from your daze of memories. You turn towards him and see that he had dressed up Umi in his old jersey. It completely covers your daughter as he beamed and smooched her. You let out a soft laugh, looking over these two most precious beings in your world, you wouldn't want to change this for anything else.
You pull out your hands toward him, gently grabbing Umi, snuggling her with one hand and the other pulling Kuroo to the table. “I've cooked curry tonight, so let's eat before it went cold.” You told him as he sat down at the table, the smile never leaves his lips while watching you set up the baby chair to put Umi in with a bowl of mashed potato in front of the chair.
Kuroo watches you with interest while you're adjusting the chair, the smile on his face changes to a smirk. “I have a favor to ask, babe..” He starts, “What?” You replied, heaving a relieved sigh as the chair was finally set in place and you put Umi in it before setting yourself down on the chair beside her, turning your face towards your asking husband.
“Umi is getting bigger. Don't you think we should give her a brother?” He asks in anticipation, waiting for a reaction from you and you give him one as you hit his bicep twice. “Don't. Even. Think. About. It.” You bulged your eyes at him with a warning in your sight, standing up to pass him the bowl filled with rice. He cackles out as he takes the rice bowl from you and digs in with gusto.
You guys start eating in silence while you feed Umi her mashed potato before he starts again. “I'm not joking though, babe..” He drools out the words, with a hopeful look. You narrowed your eyes at him, words coming out from your eyes, not literally, but he can see them. 'It has only been 10months and you want to repeat the process? Don't you pity me?' is what he sees coming from your eyes.
He chuckles at how easy it is for him to read your thoughts. “Fine, I'll wait but no longer than three years.” He tried to compromise but did he forget that the one carrying the child is you? You sighed and continue eating. That is until a small 'ding!' from your phone takes up your attention, and you opened it up to see that it was a message from Unknown. But after reading the message, it wasn't from an Unknown at all.
“𝐻𝑒𝑦.. 𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑛𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒.. 𝐻𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑠𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤, 8AM? 𝐴𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑥𝑥𝑥, 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜. 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒. ”
- 𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑚𝑎.
Shock is an understatement. Just as you're about to forget all about his existence, Kenma just had to pull this bs. You went silent, catching Kuroo's attention as he raises an eyebrow. “What's wrong?” He asks, snatching your attention away from your phone. You hesitate to show him your phone but you wouldn't want him to think you still have feelings for Kenma so you turn your screen towards him.
His face falls when he reads the short text, his eyes darting quickly back and forth between you and the phone in his hand as if trying to figure out something.
“He will for sure have some business with me if he's texting my wife...” Kuroo speaks with his eyes narrowed. You sigh softly, clicking the off button on the side of your phone before you and Kuroo fall into a deep silence.
Your eyes were on him, and the expression of concern clouded your face but you didn't dare to break the silence until Kuroo did with his usual sighing. “Are you going?” He asks in a comforting manner. He knew that you being you, wouldn't want to just ignore Kenma completely. And he trusts you so he doesn't mind if you did go to meet him.
You think it over. Kenma's a jerk, but if something is happening that he chatted you up after no longer in touch for more than 2yrs, you didn't want to just push it through the window. “Will you trust me on this, Tetsu?” You returned his question with another one, and you half expected that he will be frowning over it but no, he did not. He smiles and puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder.
“I trust you more than I trust myself.” He said with a soft tone, a rare tone from him and one of the reasons your heart melted for him. You lean in and place your lips on his in an endearing kiss, catching him off guard because you rarely initiate kisses, but nothing made him happier than that as he smiles into the kiss.
You pulled away after a few seconds, receiving a slow whining from him. “I haven't had enough of it...” He mimics Umi's pouting face. And you chuckle softly at it.
You lift yourself from the chair, holding onto the handrail of his chair armrests, you lean forward and rest your forehead against his, “I'm going tomorrow. Let's go together if you want.” You whisper while looking deep into his eyes and he did the same. Kuroo shakes his head slowly at your suggestion. “It's okay. I'll take care of Umi. But if he ever dares to play games on you, he will receive a visit from me.” He said softly but the threatening tone didn't go away even the slightest.
You smile down at him, kissing his forehead gently before giving him a soft peck before pulling away. “I love you.” You said, earning a bright smile on his face as he nods his head once, “Love you too...”
And you, him, and Umi continue with dinner, you and Kuroo talked about things other than Kenma for the rest of the night.
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𝑁𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 7:47 𝐴𝑀.
"I'm going, Tetsu" You called out as Kuroo stepped out of the bedroom, scratching his side waist while yawning. He eyes you a bit from up, down, and then up again before coming closer. "Don't you think you're overdressed for this?" He said as he inspected you again. Turning you around a few times.
You chuckle, putting a stop to his inspection. "I dressed as usual." You replied shortly, with your hand on his bicep to stop him from turning you again.
He scan you again, jokingly narrowing his eyes before he nodded and smiled softly, moving closer towards you and placing a quick kiss on your lips. His hands find their way into your hair, pulling you even closer to deepen the kiss, making you gasp in surprise. He chuckled lowly before pulling away to witness your flushed face that made him cackle, earning himself a punch to the gut from you, his lovely wife.
You brush back your hair in embarrassment before pointing to the dinner table. “I've made breakfast, be sure to eat it, and don't forget to feed Umi later. I'll come home as soon as this whole meet up finished. I've texted you the address of our meet-up cafe so if you ever feel like checking up on me, go ahead.” You assured him, as he passed you your bag and push you towards the door.
“I got it already, so go ahead. You'll be late.” He mused as you put on your shoes and stand up again, looking him in the eyes. “Then, I'll be going.” You said as you gripped your bag strap. He gives you a smile and a nod before waving a bit. You walked out and close the door behind you. And as soon as you did, the smile on his face fall. He didn't want to let you go meet him. But you've decided to do so. He didn't want to control your decision.
With all the trust he said he put in you, he can't help but feel scared. You're on your way to meet your first love. He feels queasy just from thinking that. Fear is clouding his mind before the sound of Crying Umi snapped him out of his trance.
He sighs, calming himself down before walking back to the bedroom, “Daddy's here, sweetheart.” He whispers before picking her up.
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𝐶𝑎𝑓𝑒 𝑥𝑥𝑥, 8:11 𝐴𝑀.
You're standing in front of the Cafe's door, hesitating to push it open but realizing that you're already late, you push through and walk inside.
The interior of this cafe is so mesmerizing, that you can't help but stare at it for a few seconds before the lady at the counter greet you. “Excuse me... Are you Miss Y/n?” She asks with a bright smile. You look at her again before nodding, “Mrs. I'm married. But yes, I'm Y/n. How did you know?” You ask, stepping closer to the counter.
She smiles again before telling you that someone at the farthest table told her to give you these flowers before handing you the flowers. It's your favorite flower. And you should've felt happy receiving it but already knowing it comes from him, just made you frown. You returned the flowers to the lady before making your way to the farthest table.
Upon nearing his table, you can see his black-rooted, blonde hair already before standing in front of the table he's sitting at. Kenma looks up from his phone after noticing your arrival with a small smile of his that fell a bit after he noticed that you aren't holding any flowers.
He looks the same as you remember. Didn't change much except for the heavy dark circles under his cat-like eyes. “Sit down.” He said, politely pointing to the seat in front of him. You nod a bit before sitting down on the pointed seat.
After that, he called for the waitress and gave her your guys' orders before you start talking. “So tell me, don't beat around the bushes, what do you want to talk about?” You ask seriously, looking dead straight into his eyes that had him gulping a bit before he scratches his nape trying to get the word out from his mouth.
You stay silent, eyes not moving at all, hands on top of the table, and just wait for him to start talking.
After a few seconds of silence, he sighs, “Let's get back together?” He asks seriously with a hopeful look on his face, as he moves a bit forward and takes your hand in his, tightly holding them as you tried to pull away. “I realized that what I did was wrong. You're my true love, it wasn't her. She just wants me to make her life easier, she doesn't even love me as you do! Please come back to me, Y/n! I regretted all that I did and I'll take care of you, better than Kuro will ever manage to! He didn't deserve you as I do!”
He desperately begged, but rather than feeling pity for him, you feel like slapping him in the face with your bag as you struggle to release your hand that is in his grip but succeeds after a few pulls. You stand up with fury in your eyes as you slapped him in the face like what you thought of earlier.
Kenma's eyes widen in shock as he put a palm on his cheek that you just slapped, turning his focus back to you, trying to speak as his mouth opened and closed like fish out of water. You point a finger up near his face, you know it's rude to do so but this man doesn't deserve any respect.
“Never say that about Tetsu again! I'm happy living with him! He's someone who cares about me no matter what! Not a bastard like you who cheated on his wife, ask for a divorce, and almost left her alone to die! I'd rather go crazy than reconcile with a bastard like you who think of himself as better than anyone else. I don't need your regrets, you can take them and shove them up to your ass!"
You heave, face red from all the anger that you just released, hands balled into fists as you stare at him. A few tears already left his eyes as he look down at the table. His sobbings can be heard clearly, and even in your angry state, you know that he did regret all that he did but come when it's hard and go after it got easy is a dick move. And you won't ever give away your happiness with Kuroo and Umi for this son of an ungrateful bitch.
You move a few steps, holding into your bag as you look down on him, still crying at the table. “Don't ever come close to me and my family life again. I 𝙍𝙀𝙂𝙍𝙀𝙏 coming here today, thinking that maybe you're in trouble with some sort, but seeing that you're still the same, only thinking about yourself and not the people around you make me want to vomit.” You said in spite, turning around towards the cafe's door, not even turning back once even at his shouting, telling you to wait, “Please Y/n! I love you!” is the last thing you heard before stepping out of the cafe and starting your way home.
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𝐼𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒'𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟. 8:54 𝐴𝑀
You stand there, thinking back at what just happened at the cafe. To think that Kenma still acts like that pissed you off so bad. You shake your head a bit with your soft sigh follows, before you open the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind you and taking off your shoes. “I'm home.” You said softly before the sound of hurried steps greet you and you see Kuroo poking his head from the door with shock in his eyes.
“That was fast...” He uttered slowly, stepping closer to you with Umi in his hands, and his shocked expression earlier changed to a concerned one as he scanned your face. “What happened? Did he do something to you?” He asks as he lifts your chin to stare into your eyes. You shake your head, “He's a jerk that will never change. ” You whisper before sighing.
Kuroo nods before giving Umi to you with a soft smile on his face. He knows you the best. The only beings that could instantly bring up a smile on your face are him and Umi. And you did smile and give Umi a soft peck on the forehead and start walking inside before Kuroo hold you to a halt by standing in front of you with his usual smirk and pointing to his forehead.
You laugh, as he bends down to your height and you kisses him too. "Enough?" You ask, to which he shakes his head. "It will never be enough," he said in a low whisper, and pull you closer by the waist and whisper again in your ear, "I take back my words last night. Let's give Umi her brother now..." Before pulling you into your guys' bedroom and locking the door.
And just like that, whatever it is, is going on with Kenma, you and Kuroo instantly forget about him. He doesn't deserve a space in you guys' minds so let's hope his 'True Love' take care of him.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.
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ℝ𝔽💜🌸
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sunarintarotea · 1 year
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timeskip!kuroo forces himself to like coffee because everyone at his office drinks it, but he actually thinks it’s the most revolting thing in the world. he keeps caprisuns hidden in his desk drawer and will sip on those throughout the day when no one is looking.
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k0dzukeiji · 6 months
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imagining a toxic relationship with Kenma
timeskip kenma x gn!reader
genres: angst
warnings: toxic relationship, cheating
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Toxic Kenma who only dated you to find out your weaknesses
“Who is that?”
“Them? That’s (Name)”
“They seem… interesting.”
“Yeah? Well don’t get your hopes up, they don’t warm up to people very easily.
“Is that so…”
Toxic Kenma who started to ignore you
“Kenma, want to go to the café after your stream?”
“…”
“Kenma?”
“…”
“Kenma did you hear me-“
“Can you just leave me alone? can’t you see im busy?”
Toxic Kenma who at first treat you like his priority, choosing you over his games. but slowly over time, he began to prioritize his streaming and games over you.
“Kenma want to go out? I heard theres this—“
“No, a new game came out today. I promised my viewers I’d play it.”
“O-oh… okay…”
Toxic Kenma who gaslights you into thinking it’s your fault. he lost a game and you so happened to have walked into the room? It’s your fault. he broke his controller? It’s your fault. he didn’t like the dinner so he threw it away? your fault again. he lost interest and cheated on you? its your fault. don’t you get it? It’ll always be your fault.
“(Name) can you just stay out when I’m gaming? I always lose when you come in”
“R-right… Sorry Kenma, I won’t do it again.”
“Yeah sure.”
Toxic Kenma who cheats on you cause he got bored of you
“Why…?”
“I got bored.”
“That’s it..?”
“I told you, if you ever got boring, I’d drop you.”
Toxic Kenma who made you think it’s you’re the problem
“It’s not my fault you never paid attention for me”
“What..? What are you saying? I always—“
“Always what? Just walked right past me while I was gaming?”
Toxic Kenma who realized he never got bored of you
“Maybe I didn’t get bored…” He thought as he scrolled through your instagram, watching you be happy with your new boyfriend while he’s here, alone. but then again… whose fault was that?
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yo this lowkey sucks 💀 i wrote it in 10 minutes
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cutecatlov3r · 1 year
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"𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
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kenma kozume x reader (fem)
some drabbles on your rivals to lovers relationship with kenma !
words: 1.4k
warnings/tw: all characters are 18+, college AU(?), mean! kenma, enemies to lovers, and some suggestive themes.
a/n: I just needed to write about kenma being mean to you and you being mean back, if you want I can make a smut version as well... heavily inspired by the Netflix series "The Beef", made me cry sm . like, comment, re-blog ily ! don't copy my work . not proofread .
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★ As soon as he met you he despised you . He couldn't stand the sound of your annoying ass voice, all he wanted was to sit in peace . Usually he doesn't mind being around loud people but you... You pissed him off for some reason, he never wanted to be around you.
"I don't think Kenma likes me..." you whispered in Kuroo's ear. You started to sense Kenma rolling his eyes at you and scoffing every time you spoke. He annoyed you, if he had something to say, you wanted him to say it to your face .
It was so obvious you were talking about Kenma, he sat in front of you and Kuroo. You talked so loud, you couldn't even whisper silently, it irked Kenma even more.
"You're fine Y/n, everyone loves you," Kuroo reassured, patting your back, gently.
Kenma furrowed his eyebrows as he played his game. Yeah right, he can't even stand you. He would never be able to like someone so childish and annoying...
★ He hates the fact that all of his friends adored you. He knows damn well they only like you because you are somewhat attractive. He knows what you are thinking when you show up to their practices in skirts and tank tops, he knows that you're just there because you're a slut .
"Stop distracting our team, just get out of here... We don't want you here anyway," Kenma mumbled, sweat dripping from his forehead.
To be fair, you were kind of distracting Kuroo and Lev by talking to them whenever they got the chance to speak with you. But still! It infuriated you that Kenma worded it like that, it was rude!
"No need to be rude Kenma, I'm here to support my friends," you retorted, crossing your arms. you've about had it with him, you know he doesn't like you. And it pisses you off because you did nothing!
★ Kenma loathed the way his friends talk about you any chance they get. You are a cute girl, those boys just can't help themselves. Still, it makes Kenma frustrated.
"Y/n is so sweet, she made me some brownies today," Kuroo swooned. Kuroo had a little thing for you, you weren't aware of this but all of the boys knew.
"Oh yeah? Well she's planning to wear my jersey the next time we have a game," Yaku teased.
"She said she'll be cheering for me at the next game too. Only me," Lev added, punching Kuroo's shoulder playfully.
Kuroo started to visibly sulk.
"...I hate you guys... She won't be doing any of that, she's going to-"
"Can you guys please shut up? I'm tired of hearing about Y/n, that's all you guys ever talk about. It's annoying," Kenma said, his eyes glued to his phone.
★ Finally, you confronted him at a party in front of everyone. After that day, the two of you HATED each other, or so you thought. You could never see yourself being friends with him, ever.
"What the hell is your problem?! You spilled that drink on me on purpose!" you yelled, very angry at the situation. You were embarrassed, everyone saw, it made you feel like crying. You had issues when it came to having everyone pay attention to you. You only liked being around your group of friends, not the whole damn party.
Kenma did spill his drink on you but it wasn't on purpose, it was a simple accident. He bumped into you as you were dancing with Kuroo and Bokuto, causing his cup to spill on your clothes. Still, he found it amusing when he saw you get angry at the situation, so he did not apologize or even acknowledge you until you called him out.
"I didn't do it on purpose so..."
"Yes you did!" you exclaimed, Kuroo held on to your shoulder, trying to calm you down.
"Let's calm down y/n," Kuroo tried to say.
"Stop trying to defend her idiotic ways. She can handle things herself, she's not a damn baby," Kenma commented, feeling more aggravated
Kenma pinched his eyebrows together.
"What did I ever do to you?! Seriously! You're always so mean for no reason! I knew you didn't like me but holy fuck, spilling a drink on me is a bit much!"
"So bothersome... I'm going to tell you this once. I. Did. Not. You fucking idi-"
Slap!
★ After the whole slap situation Kenma saw you in a different light kind of... He still hated your guts but he did notice how strong and confident you were. He couldn't help but admire some of the good aspects of you. So instead of dreading you, he openly speaks to you, only making rude comments of course. And you did not hold back either.
"What should I wear to Akaashi's party?" you asked, showing off a few outfits to Kuroo and Bokuto. The men sat on the floor, they loved listening to your rants and their favorite thing to do is tell you what to wear.
"The black skirt is cute," Bokuto said, pointing at the skirt in your left hand.
"No way! I like the dress, it always shows off your natural curves," Kuroo added, giving you a sly wink.
You giggled at their suggestions, Kuroo and Bokuto were your favorite friends.
Kenma groaned, bored of the conversation, he was dragged there because he is Kuroo's best friend so he was forced to go wherever he went.
"Do you have an issue?" you asked, sassily, placing your hands on your hips.
"Your voice is so damn annoying,"
You pretended to gasp, gripping your chest. "How mean Kenma!... Is what I would say if I cared. I didn't even want you here so please refrain from making any unnecessary comments,"
Kenma rolled his eyes at your bratty attitude.
★ You two banter all the time, some would consider it flirting but you never saw it in that way. Mutual disrespect for each other... Yeah, only mutual disrespect.
You whined, begging Kuroo not to leave you with Kenma. He was on his way to class, if he went to class, you'd be left with Kenma.
"Please Tetsuro!" you begged, giving him the best puppy eyes you could. "Stay! Skip class! Please!!"
Kuroo smiled, he loved seeing your bratty side, it excited him. "You know I can't n/n, just stay with Kenma, I'll be done in an hour,"
You groaned. Kenma cocked his eyebrow at you.
"Trust me, I'm not happy either," he mumbled, his hands shoved deep into his sweatshirt pockets.
"Oh of course you are Kenma! I know you're in love with me, you love being around me!" you cheered, sarcastically.
Kenma visibly gagged, causing Kuroo to laugh.
★ Eventually though... The two of you were forced to be around each other more, creating an unusual bond. You both don't directly hate each other, you just don't have a super stable friendship. But! You guys can be with each other without having the mean tension.
"Sup bitch, have you seen Kuroo?" you asked, placing your legs on Kenma's lap.
He shoved them off him instantly.
"Disgusting. And I don't know where he is, I think he went to grab some snacks for movie night,"
You hummed to yourself. A happy tune was in your mind and you couldn't help but hum.
"Can you hum quieter? Holy shit, so annoying," Kenma said, pulling his own hair. Obviously he was joking.
And with him saying that, you hummed as loud as you could.
★ Uh oh... Why did he have to walk in on you changing your clothes... That just made some things weird between you two...
"Idiot, where are you-"
Your face burned with embarrassment, you were in the middle of removing your shirt in your room. Why the hell did he have to come in right now?!
The two of you just stared at each other... In complete silence, unsure how to break the awkward tension.
Luckily, Kenma slammed the door shut.
"What the fuck," he thought, taking a deep breath. "No fucking way..." he continued thinking, looking down at his pants.
Kuroo ran to the scene, worried about the door being slammed.
"What's up with you? Oh shit man you have a boner," Kuroo commented, pointing at his pants.
"No shit!"
You heard the whole conversation, shaking your head, wishing you didn't hear anything.
★ After that the two of you just teased each other, meanly, sometimes being harsh. And actually started building a friendship, not a friendly one though.
"Slut,"
"Pervert,"
"You wanted me to walk in on you," Kenma yawned, placing his hands behind his head.
The two of you were currently walking through the hallways, planning to meet up with Kuroo. This was the first time you guys spoke about the situation. It made your cheeks burn thinking about it. But... It made Kenma feel other things.
"Shut up! You probably were spying on me! You wanted to see me like that,"
Kenma shrugged. "I still think you wanted me to walk in on you,". He faked a gasp "Are you in love with me?!"
"You wish," you rolled your eyes.
That's all I have for now... Maybe I'll make a part 2, just wanted to drabble some scenarios :x
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