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[senjuice-wifey]

Christmas outfits for the girlies that I designed !! Akane - Christmas angel Yuzuha - Reindeer Senju - Santa Emma - Snowman Hinata - Gingerbread I couldn't resist , we don't get enough content of them !!! Hope everyone has a good holiday !! ♡

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[senjuice-wifey]

Damn :")

This hits the right spot, as someone who has been going through similar mindsets like the reader here, reading this made me cry :")

vegetable stew

Pairing: Kenma x Reader (f)

Contents: hurt/comfort; angst and fluff; body dysmorphia; eating disorder (negative thoughts, fat shaming, insecurity, mentions of starvation)

Word Count: 2.1k

Kenma has always been observant.

It was a large part of his success as a setter and even now his keen observational skills contribute to his career as a professional gamer. He tends to notice things others don’t and lately that means noticing how you’ve changed.

The more he thinks about it the more difficult it is to pinpoint the exact starting point of your behavior. Haven’t you always preferred baggy clothing?

He remembers the pretty blue sweater you used to treasure back in high school, wearing it every chance you got as soon as the weather report hinted at anything lower than 10°C. He loved that sweater too—not just because of the cute sweater paws it gave you or how it almost completely covered the shorts you wore beneath, offering an unobstructed view of your shapely thighs—but instead he relished in the way it seemed to make you feel. The confidence and joy in your expression was clear as day when you wore your favorite outfits and early on in your relationship he had quickly learned that somehow your happiness was synonymous to his own.

Hence Kenma’s current frustrations in seeing that spark of joy and self-confidence gradually diminishing in the past several weeks.

Although that particular sweater had long since left your wardrobe within the first few years of university, as well-loved and worn out as it was, the more recent favorites of yours have also seemed to have gone lately. It had been a while since you had worn the short yellow polka dot dress you had been so eager to show Kenma the first day you got back from the mall with your roommates. Every pair of shorts and colorful tennis skirts had also left your weekly rotation, leaving behind only dull sweatshirts with childhood cartoon characters and baggy joggers.

Objectively, Kenma hardly cared about what you wore. If fastening a potato sack around your form made you happy, Kenma wouldn’t bat an eye—the problem stemmed from the fact these clothes didn’t make you happy. Moreover, the bland clothing brought with them their own slew of behavioral changes.

You no longer wished to go out and you avoided taking pictures of yourself, your social media suffering from an obvious lack of cheeky selfies or “outfit of the day” posts as of late. However, the most concerning change of all was your refusal to eat.

Kenma had a habit of forgetting to eat himself. He rarely felt the mild twinges of hunger, his attention generally hyper-focused on something else whether it was a game, a video needing editing, or a class project he had pushed off for far too long. It was only when his own stomach growling would startle him or the hunger pains got unbearable that he would acknowledge the human requirement of sustenance (not that the instant ramen in his cabinets provided much nutrients anyhow).

You were much more in tune with your body and, unlike him, you looked forward to eating; scheduled your days around it, even.

Your mornings began with a balanced breakfast—a meal Kenma was rarely even awake in time for—followed by a generous lunch break in which you would intentionally put everything on pause. Regardless of how much work you had to do you always made time to put everything down and have a decent lunch. It was good for your soul, you would say. A time to live in the moment and relieve yourself of stress.

For dinner you often made it a point to eat with others, whether it was going to a rowdy Korean BBQ with some friends or a dinner date at home with just him, you enjoyed sharing a meal surrounded by the people you love. On top of it all, you frequently had snacks: small bags of crackers, slices of fruit, or a few cookies you made yourself.

You loved cooking almost as much as you loved eating; most of the times he invited you over you brought a large bag with you filled to the brim with ingredients he wouldn’t have a clue what to do with. You would chastise him about his awful eating habits, grimacing at the ramen and chip wrappers overflowing in the kitchen trash can before you diligently prepare a meal for you both, healthy and flavorful, full of the vegetables he hadn’t had since the last time he went home to visit his mom.

You made him look forward to meal times too, if only to see the way you light up when he compliments your cooking or the pure bliss when you take the first bite of your favorite side dish. Eating with you became one of his favorite parts of the day.

And so that last time you made him dinner—a steaming plate of curry with shrimp tempura—the normally delicious food suddenly turned sour on his tongue when he realized you had only made him dinner.

“I’m just not very hungry today,” you had assured him with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

Foolishly, he hadn’t said anything at the time.

Maybe you had a large lunch, maybe you had a stomach ache, maybe you just didn’t want curry today—at that point in time he had no reason to think there was something seriously wrong. He had no reason to think you were starving yourself.

It wasn’t until weeks later when all the evidence stacked up, the many different signs piecing themselves together like a puzzle until it was impossible not to see the picture, even if a few were still missing.

Your baggy clothing, your refusal to eat anything, your off-handed comments about how the female characters in whatever fighting game he was playing had such nice figures—it became crystal clear what you were doing and it made him feel sick.

Kenma doesn’t generally care about others’ looks; he tends to worry more on how he is perceived than how he perceives others but he is confident that he rather likes your body as it is. He would rather die than admit how often he finds his gaze wandering when your legs are bare or how his eyes naturally trace the curve of your waist down to the width of your hips his fingers twitch to touch—he has had many thoughts about your body, none of which have ever been negative.

Even so, he doesn’t mind if you want to change yourself. He isn’t foolish enough to think he has the right to dictate how you decide to present yourself to this world, but he refuses to allow the reason for your change to be one that stems from low self-esteem or insecurity.

When you step into Kenma’s apartment, weary from a long day of classes and the extra hours spent at the gym, the last thing you expect is to be greeted by the scent of some type of stew, warm and hearty. Your stomach clenches longingly but you quickly reprimand yourself—you already reached your tiny caloric limit for the day.

You have hardly made it into the living room when Kenma comes out from the kitchen, dyed hair tied in a low bun but messy, several strands poking out and sticking across his sweaty forehead. A dark blue apron is tied around his waist and his right hand holds a ladle, the perfect image of a frazzled housewife. If you weren’t so shocked by the scene you would have laughed.

“Welcome back,” he greets softly.

“Are you...cooking something?”

Kenma looks slightly embarrassed by your incredulous tone but not offended. In all the years you have known Kenma you have never seen him in the kitchen for longer than the three minutes required to heat up a bowl of noodles. Him slaving away in front of the stove for a bowl of homemade soup is nearly unfathomable to you.

“Vegetable stew...it’s my mom’s recipe,” your boyfriend explains sheepishly.

The mental image of Kenma shyly FaceTiming his mother as she patiently walks him through chopping up carrots and mixing spices makes your lips twitch upwards and you make your way past him to curiously survey his work.

“You didn’t have to go through the effort, I could have cooked you something, y’know,” you comment as you lean over the large pot on the stove.

The contents are a rich brown color with hints of potatoes, carrots, and onions peaking out. You’re gifted another pang of hunger and you quickly step back as if it would prevent you from falling into temptation.

Kenma quietly slips into the kitchen directly behind you, his chest nearly brushing your arm as he speaks.

“It's okay, I wanted to cook for us this time.”

You freeze.

Immediately, you break into a cold sweat, the prospect of eating sending you into a state of anxiety. You can’t eat—you don’t deserve to eat. Not when your arms are so flabby, your waist so undefined, your inner thighs so close to each other—

“I appreciate it,” you start.

Your voice sounds unnaturally high even to your own ears.

“But I’m not hungry—I had a really big lunch.”

Turning, you try to offer him an apologetic smile but his face looks off. His lips are pulled into a slight frown and his eyes seem to be looking through you, as if he knows you’re lying.

“Y/n...I don’t like what you’re doing.”

You attempt to laugh but it comes out hollow.

“I’m not doing anything bad, just dieting a bit.”

“I think you’re being a little extreme.”

You huff, starting to feel defensive. You don’t want to have this conversation, not now, not ever.

“Kenma, I’m totally fine, I promise.”

“I’m worried about you,” he insists.

“I’m telling you there’s nothing to worry about, I’m being safe.”

“Skipping meals isn’t healthy.”

“Kenma, being this fat isn’t healthy!”

The words escape before you can think to stop them and you can already feel the shame pricking at your eyes as you turn away. You don’t want to see your boyfriend’s look of disgust once he realizes you’re right, once he realizes how fat and unattractive his girlfriend is. Kenma is skinny, he deserves a petite girlfriend who is just as tiny, a girl with slender legs that look cute in shorts and a stomach that lays flat regardless of the time of day. He deserves the sexy girls in his video games, in shape from years of training and perfected suited for tight leather bikini tops.

You don’t realize you’re shaking until Kenma wraps his arms around your shoulders, burying his face into the side of your neck. He lets out a shuttered sigh and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s crying as well.

“I love you,” he murmurs against your skin, “and I don’t like seeing you hurting yourself. If you want to lose weight, I’ll help you. We can make healthy foods together and eat them together and exercise together—just please stop skipping meals.”

Your throat feels like it's stuffed with cotton so you can only nod in agreement, raising one hand to weakly wipe at the hot tears staining your cheeks.

The two of you stand like that, huddled in the middle of the kitchen, for several long minutes until the last of your tears have gone before Kenma gently pushes you to sit down at the coffee table. He prepares two steaming bowls full of vegetable stew for you both and you silently eat as Kenma tells you how low calorie the broth is and how many nutrients his mom said were in the vegetables he used. He tells you about a new fitness game on the Nintendo Switch that you two can play together. By the time you finish your meals, Kenma has already promised to wake up early to go jogging around the neighborhood together even though you know he absolutely hates waking up early and exercising when he doesn’t have to.

Your chest aches with how much he loves you, how far he’s willing to go just if he thinks it will help you and make you happy.

A small part of your mind begs you not to listen. It insists you’ll be fat forever if you don’t starve yourself; no pain, no gain. But the more rational part of you gazes into those soft golden eyes, filled with concern and love as he rambles on about the best sources of protein—all stuff he had learned from his professional volleyball player friend Hinata—and you know your answer.

Kenma loves you, he would do anything to see you happy and healthy and you would do anything to please him.

You love him more than you hate yourself.

[senjuice-wifey]

SLEEVELESS KAZU?? SLEEVELESS KAZU???

AHHHHH THE NEW GAME EVENT IS HERE AND THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD!!!!

[senjuice-wifey]

I haven't seen any hate to the mentioned ships as of now. But, I really hope people would just mind their business, let others be and we'll all have peace.

People should stop hating on ships with Nobara, Maki, Itadori, and Fushiguro just because they arent Nobamaki or Itafushi.

I mean yes, I ship those two ships too, but can we just let people ship what they want as long as it isn’t toxic, pedophilic, incest, ect?

Let the Itakugi, Fushikugi, and Yutamaki shippers be.

[senjuice-wifey]

Can we just cut out the idea that Yuta and Nobara would fight over Maki?

Let's be real, they would incourage her and give her so much compliments that she isn't sure she should be annoyed or blush.

[senjuice-wifey]

Yuta: Is this movie going to make me cry?

Maki: Probably

Maki: Everything makes you cry

Maki: You cried when you got here

Yuta, tearing up: I was just so happy to see you

[senjuice-wifey]

“nobamaki is superior” “yutamaki is superior” “inuokko is superior” you are all correct!!! all marvelous takes!!! not a single miss!!! have a great day!!! 

[senjuice-wifey]

I'M IN LOVE WITH THE DYNAMICS 😭♡

[senjuice-wifey]

Like, excuse me?

Who gave Gege Akutami the right??? 

[senjuice-wifey]

ok. i agree that maki and nobara are a good ship. but the jjk 0 movie got me hooked on maki x yuta. hand over the fanart. hand over the fics. hand over the matching icons. hand over everything.

the strong independent woman x kinda socially awkward wimp man? LOVE IT. maki's got "excuse me he said NO tomatoes" vibes, while also calling yuta a moron for not saying anything.

love it. stan it. idc.

[senjuice-wifey]

I wish more ppl would realize/talk about the fact Yuta is the first one Maki opens up to about her family situation and he is also the first person to validate Maki and tell her she’s amazing. Yes the malewife/girlboss dynamic is *chef’s kiss* but I also love the moments of vulnerability and candidness between these two that display trust and closeness. I feel like the conversation she had with Yuta is why she seems so much more confident when she talks to Nobara about the fact she can’t see curses.

[senjuice-wifey]

I am having a YutaMaki brainrot ♡

maki canonically being physically strong and having no cursed energy contrasting with yuta canonically being physically weak and having tons of cursed energy…

[senjuice-wifey]

I couldn't see this incorrect quote the same way 😭

Baji: Did it hurt when you fell-

Mikey: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt-

Baji: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs.

Mikey: ...

Baji: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

[senjuice-wifey]

I'm loving this rarepair ♡♡

Yuzuha: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Senju: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Yuzuha: That one. I want that one

[senjuice-wifey]

AAAAAAAAAAAAA I HEARD SHE HAS THE SAME VOICE AS MAKI FROM JJK DKDBKDNDJDD

I'M SO EXCITED FIDBIXJDJDD

Why is she so pretty

[senjuice-wifey]

➴kenma kozume headcanons

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➴ baby is always cold :( sometimes you'll walk into your shared bedroom to find him curled up completely, stuffed animals surrounding him on your king-sized bed. he'd have a pillow flipped vertically with his face nuzzled into the soft fabric of your T-shirt that he covered it with, and even when he notices you he whines for you to come over to him instead. being dead set on staying warm

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➴ doesn't like too much physical contact, but he loves your hands on him, guiding his movements on the sleek, black controller of his Xbox as you try and help him complete a level of a new game you wanted him to try.

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➴ HHH,, does that slow, blinky thing that cats do when they're comfortable around people, and SWEARS he doesn't. like, it's unintentional, but when he's had a long day of streaming for hours on end and finally comes downstairs from his office, he's rubbing his eyes and yawning continuously.

"you okay, babe?" you'd ask as he already starts sliding his head into your lap on the couch.

"just sleepy" and he'd looked up at you, eyes half-lidded and blinking slowly and unevenly.

you just laugh to yourself knowing that he'll deny it if you call him out.

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➴ low-key gets upset when he can't get what he wants from the grocery store,, 💀 cause his ass is always tryna get some food that he is not gonna eat,, like

"kenma, what even is that?" you sighed for the thrid time that day

he has a look on his face like he's just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"theyre just Oreos" he pouts, looking up at you.

you sigh, "what flavor?"

a moment of silence

"root beer..."

yeah, absolutely not. put that shit BACK 😭

and he's pouting from the aisle, to the checkout and all the way to the car. you glanced at him from the driver's side, giggling as he sulks and scrolls through his phone.

"baby, come on— you weren't gonna eat those" you chuckle

"but I was!" he perks up, looking up from his phone and at you. you swear he even kicked his feet a little.

you sigh, "how bout we get and apple pie instead?"

he fiddles with the hands for a second before mumbling

"two?"

"two" you laughed.

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➴ hhh,, plays sims and has little versions of you two together living in a huge mansion. you walked in on him playing once with a large dopey grin on his face, only to have him shut his laptop in a panic when you cleared your throat so be could acknowledge you. he wouldn't tell you for a while what he was doing, and It wasn't until he went to the bathroom that you opened the laptop, and sure enough,, there was a mini you and him speaking gibberish :((

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➴ sometimes gets insecure about his body, so you have to reassure him that he's beautiful, inside and out. when he's silent and distant, you make it your priority to subtly remind him that you love him wholeheartedly and that you'd do anything for him.

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➴ subconsciously plays with his ring finger and just melts at the idea that you guys are married. man's is literally twirling his hair and kicking his feet as he stares at his hand. sometimes does it on stream during a story mode cutscene, and the chat is just like

x.x gaming: bro,, wtf are you staring at?

kuroo,, tetsu: this man logged off 💀

shoyooo.h: why's he blushing though? 😭

until he's like,, "oh, shit. sorry guys" and has to hyper fixate on the game now cause he had no idea what's going on. he's so cute :(

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ANYWAYS,, IM DONE.

QUICK NOTE,, YOU GUYS ARE KILLING ME EITH THE LIKES AND REBLOGS LIKE ILYG SM. MUCH LOVE!!

[senjuice-wifey]

If you find yourself wanting more, then I have good news for you :D

This manhwa has a novel & you could find a lot of translations in google. Although, finding a readable MTL is quite hard...

7.15.22

Was reading a manhwa (return of the mount hua/return of the blossoming blade) and then I ended up liking it so much that I just had to look for another site to read it on

I reached the season finale and now I have to wait until september for season 2(╥﹏╥)