it was unexpected when you had found out you were pregnant. even more unexpected when your boyfriend kenma agreed to help raise the baby. despite living apart at the moment, the two of you had a baby girl, just shy of seven months now. it wasn’t that you two were broken up or you didn’t want to live together, it was just difficult finding a house that could fit you three and afford with both incomes. at the moment, your daughter stayed between houses every few weeks, mainly at yours but this weekend she was with kenma.
you clicked away through your files on your laptop as you glanced at the house site tab every so often. letting out a sigh, as you go to call your boyfriend, he was already calling you on discord on his pc.
“hi bubs,” you smile at your boyfriend on the computer screen. “and hi pumpkin.” greeting your daughter, who was gnawing on kenma’s hoodie strings as she lay flush against his shoulder. her hands barely wave as she sniffles and chews. her hair is messily done pigtails, one drooping more than the other.
“love,” he sighs, playing with her fingers as he bounces her on his leg. “can you come get her?”
“why? what’s wrong?” you tilt your head. “was she crying?”
“i- yeah but i- she wouldn’t stop crying today,” kenma pinches the bridge of his nose. your daughter looks up at him, gripping his hoodie to get his attention. “and she pooped all over the bed so i don’t know what to do or why she doesn’t feel good.”
“she’s probably teething, that’s why she’s biting your clothes,” you gesture. she turns slightly to the screen, whispering small noises as she looks at you. “she chews on my hand when she goes to bed because her pacifier isn’t enough for her.”
“oh,” he looks at your daughter in defeat. you watch as he carefully pulls up her lips to expose four teeth creeping up in the front. she winces as he counts the teeth with the pads of his fingers. “she has four now.”
“four!? she’s growing up too fast. she had three last week,” you pout. “if she’s still hurting, rub her gums and if it’s too much for her, you can give her the tylenol in her bag.”
“well, me and stinkie are gonna go take a bath,” he says lifting her up, making her giggle at the motion. she reaches for his face, grinning down at her dad. “say bye to mama.”
she opens and closes her hand towards the screen, babbling softly. “bye bubby, bye pumpkin. mwah, mwah, i’ll come over tonight so i can sleep over m'kay?”
the call ends and kenma looks at his daughter as she drools down her onesie. “okay stinkers, you do need a bath.” he carries her to the bedroom, setting her down on the middle of the bed.
“baba?” she babbled. she pats her hands below her as she watched kenma place down new clothes and a fresh diaper. she picks up the items, giggling as bath time is her favorite.
“yes, baby, babas,” he agrees. “hopefully, mama and i can live together soon so i don’t need to call her every time you cry.” he squishes her cheek softly as she looks at him in awe. he lays beside her momentarily as she crawls over to him.
she reaches up to tug his hair, her way of asking for kisses. kenma lifts her up and peppers her face with kisses, pulling away only for her to lean into his cheek. she nibbles and drools onto him, making him cringe at the feeling. “okay stinkie, now we both are going babas, you gremlin.”
Thanks to @keiyoomi for beta reading and editing this short, hastily-made imo but cute her words Kenma drabble. Ngl this is my first fic to be beta’d since started writing Haikyuu fics a few months ago. Also this fic was inspired by another Kenma artwork (see pic below) made by @_Hemoon (tried searching for the original location of the pic but to no avail qwq ). Enjoy reading~ = u =;;
You keep on switching your eyes between the book you’re reading and your crush classmate Kenma sitting on your right side of the long wooden table. The two of you are inside the library during study period, doing some light reading and research for your group project in HIstory class you are paired with him so thank your lucky stars, girl… but instead you are researching (observing) him in secret.
You can’t help but notice the black-rimmed glasses he’s wearing while his head is perched on his hand… deeply lost in the book he’s reading.
KENMA + GLASSES = ❤️❣️
“Are you alright, (Y/N)-san…?” You snap out of your fangirl daydream and turn to see Kenma staring at you with those puzzling golden cat-like eyes of his. “H-ha?”
“I said, are you alright? You kind of spaced out for a while. Is there something wrong?” He tilts his head on one side.
“Ah, y-yes, I’m alright, Kozume-san! It’s fine, it’s fine, don’t worry~ I think… I forgot to eat breakfast earlier.” You give out a small nervous chuckle at your fib.
“Hmm… okay, if you say so.” Kenma rests his chin on the back of his hand again, still staring at you behind his glasses, unconvinced. “But a while ago, you kept on sneaking glances at me, (Y/N)-san. Care to tell me why?”
You feel your cheeks warm, sweat gradually forming on your palms. Your eyes averting his questioning gaze…
“A-ano, your glasses—” “Hm? My glasses? What about it?” “Are those… reading glasses?”
He takes off his glasses and examines its lenses for a bit. “Mhmm… Kuroo helped me in choosing one at a nearby eyewear store; he’s worried that my vision may become blurry because I always play video games even late at night, much to my chagrin.” Kenma shakes his head. “I hate wearing it, to be honest. It hinders my view.”
“But… but those glasses… suit you…! You’d look cute in them—” You slap your mouth shut quickly after saying such embarrassing words at your gamer crush. Now, you wish for a deep hole to swallow you, end your misery, and never come back. Shitshitshitshit—
“Cute?” He raises an eyebrow at you, resting his chin again at the back of his hand, holding his glasses. A bloom of red slowly creeps on his cheeks, before smiling sheepishly
“Mhmm… but you being panicky and flustered… is cute.”
Thanks to @keiyoomi for beta reading and editing this short, hastily-made imo but cute her words Kenma drabble. Ngl this is my first fic to be beta’d since started writing Haikyuu fics a few months ago. Also this fic was inspired by another Kenma artwork (see pic below) made by @_Hemoon (tried searching for the original location of the pic but to no avail qwq ). Enjoy reading~ = u =;;
You keep on switching your eyes between the book you’re reading and your crush classmate Kenma sitting on your right side of the long wooden table. The two of you are inside the library during study period, doing some light reading and research for your group project in HIstory class you are paired with him so thank your lucky stars, girl… but instead you are researching (observing) him in secret.
You can’t help but notice the black-rimmed glasses he’s wearing while his head is perched on his hand… deeply lost in the book he’s reading.
KENMA + GLASSES = ❤️❣️
“Are you alright, (Y/N)-san…?” You snap out of your fangirl daydream and turn to see Kenma staring at you with those puzzling golden cat-like eyes of his. “H-ha?”
“I said, are you alright? You kind of spaced out for a while. Is there something wrong?” He tilts his head on one side.
“Ah, y-yes, I’m alright, Kozume-san! It’s fine, it’s fine, don’t worry~ I think… I forgot to eat breakfast earlier.” You give out a small nervous chuckle at your fib.
“Hmm… okay, if you say so.” Kenma rests his chin on the back of his hand again, still staring at you behind his glasses, unconvinced. “But a while ago, you kept on sneaking glances at me, (Y/N)-san. Care to tell me why?”
You feel your cheeks warm, sweat gradually forming on your palms. Your eyes averting his questioning gaze…
“A-ano, your glasses—” “Hm? My glasses? What about it?” “Are those… reading glasses?”
He takes off his glasses and examines its lenses for a bit. “Mhmm… Kuroo helped me in choosing one at a nearby eyewear store; he’s worried that my vision may become blurry because I always play video games even late at night, much to my chagrin.” Kenma shakes his head. “I hate wearing it, to be honest. It hinders my view.”
“But… but those glasses… suit you…! You’d look cute in them—” You slap your mouth shut quickly after saying such embarrassing words at your gamer crush. Now, you wish for a deep hole to swallow you, end your misery, and never come back. Shitshitshitshit—
“Cute?” He raises an eyebrow at you, resting his chin again at the back of his hand, holding his glasses. A bloom of red slowly creeps on his cheeks, before smiling sheepishly
“Mhmm… but you being panicky and flustered… is cute.”
