content: first kisses, FLUFF, gender neutral reader, small scenarios most of all, kitten is used once (1) bcos kuroo thinks hes being flirty and smooth, pre-timeskip, high school
notes: i was supposed to take a nap but this wouldnt rly leave my head, take these crumps i hope you enjoy them!!!! i might make more with other teams they were rly cute and fun to make!!! some of the lengths r a little different bcos my idea changed from when i started to i finished!! i tried matching them up but alas, they cant be the same kdfhsjkfs have a nice day!!!
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Haiba Lev
This dude straight up proudly admits to you that he’s never kissed anyone in his entire life, whipping out his phone to show his recent search history containing searches like ’How to kiss someone’, ’Good first kiss tips’, and so forth. You felt embarrassed on his behalf but it also helped to make you less nervous. He then leaned into his backpack that was on the ground by the bench you were sat on, asking with a big grin, “d’you want a mint as well before we do the do?” making you slap him for being so tactless on how to be romantic, followed by a giggle at his antics and a “yes.” While the mints were being consumed, Lev was telling you about the team, ranting on about what he needed to improve and how much fun he had there. Suddenly he stopped, a beat of silence before he asked carefully, “have you swallowed yours yet?”
You swallowed it on accident just because he asked which made you choke a bit. He immediately leaned towards you, his face incredibly close to your own, which made you cough a bit more. After you calmed down a bit he leaned in and kissed you, smiling brightly afterwards saying, “I bet the kiss made it all better!”
a/n: angel said soft kenma and now here we are,, i hate it here.
set post-timeskip
warnings:domestic kenma, literally,, domestic,,, god this is so cheesy i hate it here,,, tw a child ?
You could count it on one hand, with exactly three fingers. Only three to count how many times he’s said it out loud, each time a little different from the rest.
— With Kodzuken’s fans speculating about his relationship status, his friends start shipping him with Y/n. Falling in love is a three step plan, right?
— With Kodzuken’s fans speculating about his relationship status, his friends start shipping him with Y/n. Falling in love is a three step plan, right?
It was dark by the time the two of you ended the livestream. It hadn’t seemed like you’d been streaming that long, but hours had passed before either of you’d realized that.
“Finally over.” Kenma’s voice was rough when he spoke, maybe from his lack of sleep or the fact that he’d been talking for hours now.
“Yeah,” You said with a smile. You stood up from the chair and stretched, Kenma following suit soon after.
“We can order take out if you want, too tired to cook right now.”
He looked so worn out, and even though you were too, you wondered if he’d gotten any sleep the previous night. Fatigue was written all over his face, etched in the dark circles under his eyes and the flutter of his eyelids as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
“I should get home actually, it’s getting… well it’s dark out.”
Kenma hummed at that, looking towards his bedroom window as though the dark room didn’t give the time away.
In fact, the only light in the room was that coming from his monitors. And with the white outline that traced one side of his face and his features, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty he was.
“You can stay here if you want to. You don’t exactly live close to me, it’ll be easier.” He said.
“You don’t mind?”
“Nah, but you’re paying for dinner.”
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“You can take the bed, the couch is comfy.” Kenma said, walking over and grabbing one of the pillows off of his bed.
“It’s your house. If the couch is so comfy, I can sleep there.”
Kenma frowned at you. As much as he would like to act as though he didn’t care, he’d feel guilty sleeping on the bed. Especially when you were sleeping on the couch… unless you didn’t have to sleep there.
“Fine, then we share the bed.”
“What?”
“Unless you want to admit defeat and take the couch?” He asked, a playful smile appearing on his lips.
You narrowed your eyes at him and snatched the pillow from his hand. You put it back down on the bed and crawled under the sheets, the warmth around you already putting you to sleep.
“Dumbass,” Kenma said, lovingly. “are you going to sleep in your day clothes?”
You were about to say that yes, you were, but he was already pulling a pair of his sweatpants out of his drawer.
“Put these on, I have a shirt too if you want that. I’m not sleeping in the same bed as you if you’re gonna wear that to bed.”
“Admitting defeat?”
He narrowed his eyes at you, but tossed his clothes to you and walked out of his room so you could change.
Maybe it was wrong, yet you loved the way his clothes felt. You tried to convince yourself that it was just the material that made you think that, but that doesn’t make a feeling like home wash over you.
“You done yet?” Kenma called from the other side of the door, his words a little slurred with enervation.
“Yeah.” You answered, and got back into the bed. You barely registered the dip in the bed from Kenma’s weight before you slipped into sleep.
When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was the smell of vanilla. Then it was the arm thrown lazily over you and Kenma’s face buried into your neck.
You felt a little guilty about waking him up being that you knew he needed sleep, but the clock reading 10:38 A.M. told you that you should be getting home.
“Morning, sunshine.” You said with a small laugh. Yet a part of you really found it adorable. Golden eyes fluttered open just slightly before snapping open completely, Kenma almost falling off of the bed in his attempt to move himself away from you.
“I… I did not mean to do that. I move in my sleep.” He said, staring down at his sheets instead of at you. In fact, he wondered how he was ever going to look at you again.
“No worries. I’ve got to go though, I promised I’d meet one of my friends today. I’ll change and leave your clothes on the bathroom counter before I leave. Get some sleep.”
And you did. But you didn’t know that Kenma walked to get his shirt, just so he could sleep with it. He couldn’t help it if even the ghost of your presence was calming.
— With Kodzuken’s fans speculating about his relationship status, his friends start shipping him with Y/n. Falling in love is a three step plan, right?
a/n: i hit 300 followers while i was on hiatus so i will start an event soon
cw: kuroo swears once
TSUKISHIMA
it was your birthday, and tsukishima wanted to make you a special breakfast to start of the day. the only problem was that he had estimated the time you were going to wake up incorrectly. he could hear your footsteps upstairs when making the waffles.
not knowing what to do he runs upstairs in the hopes of keeping you upstairs just a bit longer. “goodmorning.” - “goodmorning kei. you’re always up so early.” you give him a confused look when you notice him blocking your way to the stairs.
“is there something downstairs?” - “just go back to bed, i have to do something important downstairs.” he says before running off to the kitchen, leaving you behind in the bedroom. “that was … weird?” you mutter to yourself. even though you didn’t know what to do you decided to listen to him and wait for him.
KUROO
planning a surprise party wasn’t such a difficult thing to do, as long as you get the timing right. kuroo had thought out everything and was decorating the house, it was only halfway through the decorating that he heard the notification sound he had set for your number.
shift ended earlier, i’m heading home now :)
“fuck, fuck, fuck!” he exclaimed out loud as he frantically tried to call the people he had invited. he needed some extra hands to help him out. he even got bokuto to talk to you on your way back home so you’d take longer.
they’re leaving now you better be done with decorating !!!!
“bokuto says they’re leaving.” kenma reads from his phone. “COME HELP ME OUT KENMA!” - “jeez, i shouldn’t have left my house.”
KENMA
organizing something in secret was not something that kenma liked to do. he didnt like being all sneaky and hiding stuff from his s/o. it was yamamoto who convinced him to “step out of his comfort zone”. and now he was stuck in a disastrous situation.
he had bought you this sweater you had wanted for a long time, but the package hadn’t arrived. so now he didn’t have a present for your birthday. buying you another present wasn’t an option because, what was he supposed to buy?
the time was ticking and you could be arriving at the cafe at any moment. it was until he saw a notification pop up on his phone.
There is someone at your door.
the video doorbell displayed the mailman pressing the doorbell. he left as fast he could and texted you that he would be just a little bit later.
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.”
Kozume Kenma who short circuits every time you touch skin-to-skin because of how soft you are. Be it your hand intertwining with his. Or maybe you’re curled up on the sofa with his hand around your waist as he kneads your stomach. Or he had an urge to cup the fat of your cheeks in his hands. Either way, it’s so warm that he can’t help the fierce warmth that finds solace in his cheeks.
Kozume Kenma who can’t bring himself to initiate kisses often, so he beats himself up for not knowing how to show you he loves you in more “normal” ways. So, when he does kiss you (naturally of course, not by forcing himself to), it makes the occasion even more heart-wrenching and passionate and love-filled.
Kozume Kenma who spends his life hiding away from everyone until you hug him for the first time. He vows to himself that’s when he first understood the whole concept of love, before then the whole ordeal had been rather confusing, and he had simply seen it as a waste of time and a distraction. But as he felt himself melt into your touch, face subconsciously digging its way into any crevice which your chest or head or shoulder or neck may provide out of both embarrassment for the harsh blush that’s painted his face and the further seeking of the comfort he will now come to crave, he came to understand that there’s most certainly more to life than what he had previously assumed.
Kozume Kenma who would do anything to feel your hands constantly playing with his hair. It brings him what he previously presumed as an unattainable comfort but now is just normal for him after he has a rough day and refuses to care about the embarrassment of asking you for it.
Rain hammered down on the thick pane of glass that separated you from the outside world, dainty fingers clutching the keys which you had just used to find your welcomed shelter. Today had been a long day, you thought to yourself as you slipped your shoes off by the entry door. You had been soaked through, practically dripping onto Kenma’s hard floors. You had gotten caught in the rain on your way to his place, silently cursing yourself for overlooking an umbrella. Up the stairs of your boyfriend’s penthouse, you could hear the muffled sound of him talking. You had been dating for a good few months now, so you felt comfortable enough to welcome yourself to a hot shower in one of his modern bathrooms.
Kenma sighed softly as he heard the animals he had decided to stream with that day screaming to each other through his headset. Rather than staying silent and attempting to process the madness any longer, he simply mumbled out a small “shut up”, sparking the attention of the two buffoons in front of him, alongside the many thousands of people sat on the other sides of their screens. Following his miniature outburst, the laughs of said men could be heard cackling from their respective rooms. Dutifully admitting his over-due defeat, Kenma slumps further into his chair, allowing himself to succumb to the relief of the special-made gaming chair, golden globes refocusing on the screen for the umpteenth time that gloomy evening. He had always found the rain comforting, all he wanted to do was finish streaming and sit on his comfy chairs by the window, reclined with the one he loved most. As far as he knew, you were still out of sight, but definitely not out of mind.
You were always able to comfort him in ways no one else could ever dream, and he was eternally grateful to you for it. None had even come close to the warmth of your body, the plushness of your skin. He could spend hours admiring you for all that you were, yet still have more to say. He knew he was truly and utterly in love with you, and was partially angry at himself for being so bad at showing it.
Once finishing your shower, you suppose Kenma won’t mind you borrowing a few of his clothes, surely he’d understand from the state of the weather you’d gone there in. You grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and one of his various hoodies. It was marvellous how comfortable you felt in his penthouse, feeling as though you fit right into his life. You walk down to the sleek kitchen in possession of your rich boyfriend, deciding to make hot drinks for both yourself and Kenma, well aware of how tired he probably is. You get two colourful mugs out from his cabinet, prancing around his kitchen with ease, preparing them, assuming its contents would warm you up from the dreary weather outside. You also thought of how Kenma would need the sugar boost, knowing how much he tended to overwork himself.
As you timidly opened the door to his streaming room, you noticed his reclined posture. You gingerly shuffled over to his seat, mugs clutched tight in your grasp. You gave the camera a tender smile, and Kenma sees the chat start blowing up. It was a common occurrence for you to feature in Kozume’s streams, and his fans loved the two of you together, even if Kenma hadn’t specified you as his significant other. Fans were clever, and very persistent, dedicating their evenings to grasping at straws, making mountains out of what you’d consider molehills, digging and digging through personal details and sifting through hours of footage just to theorise of how you both were dating. Of course, said theories were not wrong, but if they had to dig for it that much, you thought they should conclude that you were private for a reason and to keep it at that.
The man’s eyebrows furrow together at the speed of the chat flowing, before spinning around and seeing you at the doorway, shuffling your feet with uncertainty and raising the mugs with a slight smile at him. He lets himself succumb to the smile that fights to overcome his features, back to the viewers and eyes trained to yours. You took note of the fatigue in his face and posture as you slowly started to edge closer to him at his beckoning. He grabs another chair and slots it next to his own, patting it softly. As you sat down, your eyes slowly drifted from the man to his stream, giving a wave and toothy grin, before placing your and Kenma’s respectful mugs in front of you both.
The stillness that overcame the room was pleasant. Kenma had taken off his headset upon realising he wasn’t alone in the room, and you both simultaneously picked up your drinks and took generous sips. The warmth that overcame your chest, both from the hot liquid and the love in your heart was both overwhelming and yet ever so simple.
Kenma insisted on teaching you how to play a game or two, and as you talked away to the stream and your joint friends, Kenma struggled to hold back visibly showing his emotions. He had always been good at hiding them, at least that was before you waltz into his life. Now, he has more trouble than ever masking his true feelings for you. And the knowledge of the thousands of people watching him irked him in the slightest sense, as he wanted the moments he shared with you to be just that- shared with you and you only.
But as he, Bokuto and Kuroo begin another game, he stills stiff as a board when he feels a weight on his shoulder. Looking over, he sees you’ve fallen asleep, and were using him as a pillow. He laughed to himself, urging the blush taking over his features to back away to save face from the multiple strangers watching for his reactions like hawks.
They’d definitely be able to distinguish between him now and him before you’d come in to join him. They’d be able to see how his facial features softened. They’d be able to see the harsh pink tint which overcame his cheeks. They’d be able to see how he let his lips turn upward, vulnerability flashing before you.
Maybe it wasn’t so bad they knew, he thought before ending the stream and taking you to bed.
Genre: crack. absolute crack. but with a dusting of fluff.
Warnings: mention of insomnia? also burning tongue on extremely hot onion rings, but that was well-deserved.
WC:1.1k
Summary: It’s the middle of the night, and Kenma smells something…s u s p i c i o u s. Could it be you, making tantalizing late-night snacks that make his mouth water?
(A/N): GUESS WHO’S BACK (but not really alksdjfhl). uhh i genuinely haven’t written in ages so please forgive me if this is absolute trash, and i don’t know when i’ll be able to write next since ap tests are coming up, and uhh i’m generally a Very Stressed Human Being right now so this might be a bit rambly and whatever but it’s FINE, everything’s FINE… request by @alpha-beta my beloved <3
Kenma awoke in the dead of night, throat parched. Or, rather, in the wee hours of the morning—technically. He didn’t have the best sleeping schedule.
Groping blindly at his nightstand, he let out a frustrated sigh as he realized that his handy glass of water wasn’t there.
Dang. He’d have to go down to the kitchen. There was no possible way he was going to be able to fall asleep after this.
Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, producing a feline yawn. Belatedly, he shoved his feet into the fuzzy bunny slippers you had gotten him for his birthday last year—pink, with floppy ears and small, beady glass eyes—and stood.
Wait.
He squinted.
There was a faint glowing light coming from outside the bedroom door. He took cautious steps forwards, cracking the door open slightly. No reasonable person should be awake at this hour, much less have the lights on. What an inexcusable transgression. An unforgivable error. A total and complete lapse in judgment—
He interrupted his own train of thoughts with another wide yawn. Fumbling with the handrails, he half-slid, half-stumbled down the stairs, still in a sleepy stupor, even with the light shining from below—exceedingly bright to his eyes, which were still accustomed to the dark.
By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs, he could tell that the light was coming from the kitchen. What’s more, there was a persistent smell of something delicious, the scent of something being baked in the oven. Were those…onion rings?
Suddenly, Kenma snapped wide-awake, his attention sharply focused. Gone was the sleepy, ruffled Kenma: in his place, there stood a Kenma with a growling stomach and a newfound appetite for warm, crispy, tantalizing treats at 3am. He quickly rounded the corner, feet skidding on the smooth wood floor of the rental house the team was occupying, and startling you out of your cooking-induced reverie.
“Eek!” You let out a sharp squeal, not expecting anyone to turn up and intrude upon your midnight snack. “Kenma!”
He didn’t respond; instead, he trotted right up to the oven and peeked inside, clearly trying to discern when the goods would be ready for consumption.
“They’ll be ready in five more minutes,” you answered his unspoken query, sounding a bit sheepish. “Did I wake you up?”
He shook his head—verbalizing things was for his awake-brain, not his sleep-addled and hungry one. You took it as encouragement and felt a bit less guilty about your midnight shenanigans.
As he poured himself a drink of water, you kept a vigilant watch on the golden, crispy onion rings toasting in the oven, careful not to let them burn. They had to be crunchy, yes, but just the right amount, no more, no less; Kenma was a bit like Goldilocks in that regard.
Without you noticing, Kenma crept up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder, pointing towards the sink. After his glass of water, he seemed more awake, his eyes a liquid amber in the fluorescent lights of the kitchen that you feel like you could fall right into within the blink of an eye. The sink in question was cluttered with various baking utensils, onion peels, and a vat (pot, but you sometimes liked to imagine yourself a witch) that had been emptied of its batter.
“From scratch?” His eyes were curious, a little bit pleading.
You smiled. “From scratch.”
His smile grew wider, and when the oven dinged, you turned around, oven mitts in hand, to take them out. By the time you turned back around, Kenma was already waiting at the small kitchen island, a large plate ready.
“Eager, huh?” You laughed at the way his eyes trailed the onion rings.
He nodded, reaching out to pluck one from the tray before you’d even set it down, then hissing in pain as his fingers made contact with the sizzling snack. You were about to open your mouth to admonish him when he stuffed the whole thing in his mouth—after knowing how painfully hot it was—and started panting with his mouth open to try to get it to cool down.
“Kenma!” You deftly moved the tray away before he could snatch another one. “Be careful!”
He smiled, then shook his head, resolutely chewing and swallowing the one in his mouth, which should’ve been about as hot as coal in a fire. “It’s good,” he said, somewhat muffled.
You blushed—his compliments, no matter how small, never lost that effect on you. “Well, they’ll stay good even if you’re patientandwait before you burn your tongue off. Or do you not trust my crunchy techniques?”
He stuck out a tongue—red, but not blistered, you noted—at you, then reached for another one. You were a bit more prudent, waiting a couple of minutes for the rings to cool down. A spark of something bloomed in your chest as you watched this utter goofball, this clown of extreme proportions, absolutely gorge himself on onion rings. His tousled hair glowed beach-bronze in the bright lights, and—not for the first time—you found yourself smiling at how unabashedly himself he acted around the people he was comfortable with.
“Hmm?” He pushed the tray towards you, brows slanted into a question, and you realized that you’d spaced out, probably staring at him all the while. You murmured a small “thanks” as you palmed an onion ring from the tray, now comfortably warm temperature instead of scalding-hot, and absentmindedly bit into it. The crispness of the batter, followed by the sweet, fragrant insides, was exactly what you were craving. They probably would’ve been better fried, but Kenma’s coach would probably have your head.
“You should make these more often.” You heard a small, contented sigh from Kenma as he licked crumbs from his fingers.
You rolled your eyes playfully. “I already make them like, once a week. Any more and our apartment’s going to start smelling like a cheap diner.”
“I wouldn’t mind.” He smiled, eyes sparkling with the promise of a future spar, one that you knew you were going to lose.
“Only if you make them with me,” you countered, the corner of your lip tugging upwards in a challenge.
“Fine.” He was smirking still, the lovely little bastard.
“At 3am in the morning, Kenma.”
“Insomnia. A deadly sin. But I’ll do it,” he retorted, “if you will.”
You sighed in playful defeat. “You’re making a deal with the devil, Kenma, and I’ll hold you to it. Swear on this pinky for onion rings”—you held out your right hand—“and on this one for other deadly sins.” You held out your left hand, winking.
Kenma twined his pinkies—both of them—with yours. “Onion rings and other deadly sins,” he said solemnly, “forever and always.”
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“…Then, let’s have a redo. I’ll introduce myself again, I’m Kozume Kenma, better known as Kodzuken in the online world. But I let my friends call me Kenma though. Thank you for the apple pie.”
tw/cw: post-timeskip, domestic fluff, established relationship (reader and Kenma are married here), angry reader (more like pissed-off lol), Kenma is an INTP so reader is either ISFP/ESFP/ISTP/ESTP (see‘one-sided match’below),slight suggestive content in the end, Kenma is (lowkey) a total simp for his s/o.
a/n: remember that MBTI Compatibility tag game that made rounds on Tumblr days ago? Yeah, that. Me and some of my friends and moots were kinda annoyed/pissed by the results that I turned my frustration yesterday about it into writing. Also not me swearing that I won’t do another smau post but… siiiiigh here we go again smh /gentagging@anime-central@hanayanetwork
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