#kenma hq

[m4iya]

Iwaizumi notices you struggling during Sports Festival practice and offers to help you out, offering dietary advice alongside training tips despite the event being less than a month away. When the day hit, you stood at the starting line for your race. Despite him being on the opposing team, you were sure hits cheers rang through your ears as you passed the stands where he sat.

Kenma spams you with reels constantly, with 'us', 'you' and 'me' being the most common messages strung beside each video. On many occasions, the faint sound of his laughter would seep into the room you were in, your phone lighting up with a notification only moments later.

Sakusa has the tendency to stare at you despite you being by his side all day. The second you turn to meet his gaze, he's already doing something else. Fiddling with the stray curl on his forehead, picking at his freshly cut nails - futile attempts to hide the redness painting his cheeks.

Tendo insists on doing the 'paint each other' trend after seeing it all over social media. Once you gathered all the materials and sat in front of one another, bursts of laughter were all that took place as neither of you could stare at the others face long enough without giggling.

Yaku sometimes side-eyes a couple old men on the street when you walk home together. You often hear him murmuring under his breath and would ask him what was wrong. When he eventually speaks, he does so with his face turned away, expressing his frustration at people who stare; the redness glazing the tips of his ears telling you enough.

Tsukishima, who's frown you catch in your peripheral when some of your male classmates come to you for help. They'd pile their notebooks over your desk but oddly enough, wouldn't ask questions about the work. Soon enough, your table would be shadowed over as a voice spoke from behind you, passive-aggressively asking if they needed any 'extra help'.

a/n: i wrote some for suna and fukunaga but they didn’t make sense so they got nerfed 😭

other works

[xlettex]

Kenma’s not sure why he let Kuroo drag him out today.

He doesn’t need more games. Doesn’t want to be recognized. And definitely doesn’t want to watch Kuroo charm every employee in a ten-mile radius. But then they step into the store, and it’s quiet. Cool. Bright but not harsh. A bubble of calm.

And you’re at the register—sorting trade-ins, humming to yourself. You look up when the door chimes. “Hi! Let me know if you need help finding anything.”

That’s it. No double-take. No flushed gasp. No, “Wait, are you—?” Just… normal. Kenma exhales. Relieved. And maybe a little stunned.

Because you’re pretty. Insanely pretty.

Your hair falls messily around your face, but it suits you. There’s a pen tucked behind your ear. Your eyes shone when you spoke. And the enamel pins on your apron—small, colorful characters from games he knows—make his chest feel weirdly full.

Kenma is immediately, irreversibly doomed.

Kuroo leans in, whispering way too loudly, “Wow. A whole thirty seconds and no one’s mobbed you. It’s a miracle.”

Kenma shoves him with a sigh, trying not to fidget.

You raise an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Mobbed? What, are you famous or something?”

Kenma mumbles, “No.”

You let out a soft laugh. “Uh-huh. Sure. Mysterious hoodie guy with a bodyguard and a fear of crowds—totally normal.”

Kenma doesn’t say anything. Just stands there, mildly panicked and already hyper-aware of the way your smile curls at the edges.

You ease off a little, still smiling. “So... you looking for something specific, or just here to be cryptic?”

He shrugs, awkward. “Not really.”

You round the counter and gesture toward the shelves. “Well, we just got a few new arrivals. Depends on what you’re into.”

Kuroo snorts under his breath. “I’ll give you two some privacy,” he murmurs, clearly entertained, and drifts off toward the keychain rack.

You walk with Kenma, asking about mechanics and story preference. He answers in short bursts, hands shoved in his hoodie pocket. He keeps glancing at you and then away, as if he doesn’t trust himself to look too long. And every time you laugh, it knocks the breath out of him a little—something in his chest stutters, just for a second, then settles somewhere it shouldn’t.

He knows these games already. Owns most of them. But the way you talk about them—with love, and that kind of careful attention people don’t fake—has him pretending he’s never even touched a console. Just so you’ll keep talking.

“Since you like JRPGs, you should check this one out,” you say, holding it out. “It’s underrated. Surprising depth. And the bonus content is kinda hard to find unless you know where to look.”

Kenma takes it. He already has two copies—digital and collector’s edition. Played it on stream. Reviewed it. Recommended it to all his followers.

But your fingers brush his for half a second, and his entire internal system does a soft reset.

So yeah. He’s buying it anyway.

At checkout, you ring it up with a smile, slip the receipt into the case, and push it across the counter. “Enjoy. And hey—if you ever want a recommendation again, you know where to find me.”

Kenma nods, barely. His fingers tighten around the case—delicate, almost hesitant. He doesn’t look at Kuroo until they’re back in the car.

Kuroo’s already snickering. “You bought a game you already own?”

Kenma flips open the case, muttering, “Shut up.” Then he sees it—scrawled lightly on the bottom of the receipt in looping pen:

You seemed sweet. Here’s my number in case you ever wanna talk games :) xxx-xxx-xxxx ♡ 

He stares at it, stunned. His chest feels warm, weird, and good in a way he didn’t expect.

Kuroo leans over, reads it, and lets out an unholy sound. “Oh my god, you’re blushing,” he crows, grinning widely. “This might actually be the best day of my life.”

Kenma groans into his hoodie sleeve. “I hate you.” Kuroo laughs all the way home.

Kenma’s still holding the receipt. He’ll deny it later. But that night, he tucks it behind the frame of his second monitor, so it’s visible from where he streams. Then he opens his contacts and saves your number under Pretty Game Store Employee.

[moechies]

haii yvvie.... do u have any thoughts on kenma-nii..... he's been on my mind loads & i hope ull match my freak >__<

louise hi doll! i didn’t even recognize you !! your new theme is to die for… ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

mmm i definitely think kenma nii needs you on his dick 24/7!! unfortunately you have to be mounted on his dick all night especially when he’s planning to stay up late and stream for his viewers — he’ll just prop you up on his lap and shove his wet cock inside. he says it’s for motivation, and after a long day of work he needs a little consistency to keep him awake — so be a doll and be good for your nii-nii okay?

i think it was completely unnatural — how you got into this position. kenma-nii is just such an awful, obvious pervert that you can’t help but reciprocate his disgusting antics. and no, he doesn’t purposefully leave tracks of his doings to send a hint — rather it’s the opposite! how does he get caught everytime?

kenma-nii started off with a simple habit — stealing your dirtied panties. he was so anxious of getting caught, so anxious that you’ll find out there’s a little slip of paper in his shaky writing of what he planned to do before, during, and after he did the perverted deed. the little list consisted of :

• take from hamper

• wash

• fold and return

and everything had been going according to plan, his shaky hands peeling at the soddened fabric off of his sensitive cock after a satisfying wank but he falls asleep! falls asleep with your literal panties in his fist, and you come back home with intentions to greet him when you see your pastel panty clenched in your nii-nii’s fist. in a short panic you turn your head, met with the little list he had prepared in advance.

from then on, guiltily it had been the only thing on your mind. breaking plates and tripping whenever you’re lost in a cloud of thoughts, and you earn a scoff and roll of an eye from your older brother when you do.

you’re walking back to your room in a shame after you’ve had kenma-nii help you to clean up the broken ceramic when you spot the dirty pair of briefs on top of all of your two’s shared laundry hamper— almost flaunting at you the way it’s laid perfectly atop of the basket. your movement stutters, blood rushing through your body with a hot flash when you quickly divert your direction, snatching the fabric in your fists before racing back to your bedroom without a second thought.

and it’s all surreal — everything leading up to this moment as your nii-nii speaks all sultry into the fluffy microphone, legs spread out wide with your body plaint to his. his fat cock lodged into your swollen pussy as you mewl into his shoulder. he’s telling you to quiet down, telling you you’re lucky he’s only streaming his voice tonight or else you wouldn’t be so lucky as to hug your nii-nii while warming him tonight.

your eyes are tear-ridden, nervously biting down into your lower lip and holding back as best as you can to prevent yourself from cumming on his thick cock. you press your lips to his instead in hopes to distract yourself, moaning softly into his mouth and he reciprocates — kissing back gently and allowing you to suckle on his tongue.

“times almost up. be good for nii-nii and wait it out.” he whispers into your panting mouth, earning a whine.

“h-hurry please . . can’t hold it anymore kenma-nii.” you whimper, nuzzling yourself back into the crook of his neck. he chuckles softly, the chat of his stream growing suspicious of the unusual silence.

♡ : what’s with the silence ??? you’re usually so talkative kenma

✧ : r u feeling ok kenma? :(

☆ : hahaha, maybe he has to tend to his gf

★ : that can’t be :( kenma is all mine !!!

“you know what . . sorry stream, i’ve gotta stop the stream a bit early today. my sister’s sick, and needs me to run some errands.” he lies, eyes lidded with a grin when your gaze shoots up to him.

☆ : what!! no way, he definitely has a girlfriend!!

✧ : already? nooo kenma!

໑ৎ ׁ: we hope your sister feels better soon... but we don't hate her any less for taking away our precious time with you </33 just kidding!!

"oh yeah, she'll feel better soon alright." kenma grunts when you dig your nails into his skin in a worry — it's hilarious to him. he gives his audience a soft letting-down, giving them his farewells before ending his stream.

he bounces you on his lap once he's diverted his attention from the screen, making you squeak at the sudden thrust of his hips.

"you happy?" he grins,

"yes." you purr into his cheek, lifting your hips before dropping them softly against his pelvis — plump ass grinding down gently. you both moan softly, simultaneously but he stops you softly with a grip to your hips.

"so des-desperate 'mouto." he chuckles. "i'll take care of you now, okay? don't worry."

[struwberrii]

kenma headcanons ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

like the title says,, here are my cute kenma headcanons from my head that i just made up just now, hope you guys like ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ (mostly relationship stuff)

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hes super blunt and honest, a bunch of his classmates dont like him because he always tells it how it is

probably takes in stray cats sometimes and hides them from his family

lives in the same 3 hoodies

literally doesnt do anything if he doesnt feel like it, probably is behind on homework and stuff because of this

one of those people who say they don’t like the taste of water

HATES physical touch, but if you like it he lets you hug him or whatever you want

teaches you how to play his favorite games and also plays your games (if ur also a smelly gamer/j)

SLEEPER BUILD everyone always acts like hes so weak and scrawny like no he isn't the strongest but like he still played volleyball and practiced daily i KNOW he would beat me in a fight physically OR verbally and im literally taller than him (╥﹏╥)

i also feel like hed probably try and stay in shape after high school even though he doesnt have the best diet but i feel like hed still stay active yk?

probably writes you cute notes because he doesn't really know the words to say or hes scared of sounding stupid

loves doing small hands on things, like puzzles or lego building or rubix cubes

lays his head on your lap literally like a cat

loves when you brush/play with his hair

doesn't have the energy to argue over anything so he literally just lets you do whatever you want

if you suck at games he always carries you because hes just happy youre playing with him ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

gatekeeps you from his followers (they know he has a partner)

wears your cute hair clips to keep his hair out of his face while he games/streams

lives in fluffy socks

isnt very good at showing affection so he just showers you in little gifts and presents, even if its not super fancy or expensive gifts

i feel like he would give the warmest hugs

bluntly/genuinely compliments you

shares his food/snacks with you

probably has terrible vision and keeps his electronics way to close to his face

has the worst posture, you have to remind him to straighten his back, like it literally sounds like popping bubble wrap when he sits up straight

soda/energy drink addict

gets so aggressive on voice chat when hes gaming like hes airing out the whole server... EVERYONE is catching strays tonight

acts like he hates pet names but secretly loves it :3

[kenmasssperson]

KENMA X READER

Tags: fluff, Kenma x reader, a bit of self deprecating thoughts, idk.

Synopsis: Kenma is exited to introduce you to the world of videogames, but he finds himself confused and dissapointed when you refuse.

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Kenma wasn't expecting this. At all.

When your boyfriend finally mustered up the courage to quietly propose (more like he whispered) the idea of playing videogames together, having pushed aside the worst case scenarios his mind kept coming up with, he hadn't actually expected you to refuse.

Kenma knew videogames weren't a hobbie of yours, at least not in Kenma's degree (which bordered obsession), but he never thought you didn't like them. But now, as he listened to your "You'll have more fun playing without me", he came to the conclusion you absolutely depised them.

The pudding haired boy felt his heart shatter into tiny pieces. He had been so exited about showing you videogames and sharing his love for them with you, but it seemed like you didn't like the idea as much as he did.

"Oh... Okay" Kenma murmured, slowly moving his gaze back to the screen, his fingers trembling ever so slightly.

God, he was so embarassed. Why did he even think you'd say yes? And why did he feel a knot in his throat?

Silently, he resumed his videogame, ocassionally glancing back at you.

Were you mad at him for something he had done? Maybe it was that.

But you didn't look angry. Your eyebrows weren't knit together, your lips weren't pursed, your eyes weren't narrowed, and your shoulders weren't tense. His analitical stare couldn't pick up on any facial expression that could give away how you felt.

Maybe you were upset. Or sad. Or dissapointed in him for suggesting such an un-romantic plan.

"Are you... Upset?" Kenma inquired in a shy murmur, his golden eyes briefly settling on your face before looking back down to his hands.

Your eyes widened in surprise, "No, why would I be upset...?"

He let out the softest of huffs, not daring to look up again, "Because you... don't want to play with me..."

Your expression softened when you understood Kenma's confusion. You shook your head and scooted closer, your thighs brushing against his.

"It's not I don't want to play with you, it's just I'm not good at videogames, so I thought you'd get bored if you played with me" you said softly, nudging him a bit.

And who could judge you? Kenma had spent his whole life playing videogames, of course he would be a lot better. And surely he wouldn't want to waste time trying to get you to play decently.

"...I wanted to teach you" Kenma said, pouting almost imperceptibly, making your heart melt.

"Are you sure...? You know, you'll waste a lot of time" you chuckled lightly, making him furrow his brows slightly.

"It's not wasting time if it's with you..." He said, quietly but convinced, "Besides, I want to play with you"

He gave you a tiny smile, his golden eyes gazing at you as if you were the most important person in the world to him. Because you were.

Kenma loved you more than anyone, and there was no way he'd ever get bored of spending time with you.

Even if it meant teaching you how to play videogames all afternoon.

[thewritetofreespeech]

「CLIMB 」 + reverse (so it's onto reader's lap) with kenma please!

「CLIMB 」 + reverse: climbing into receivers lap

Kenma grumbled as his character fizzled into a poof before the console screen flashed ‘GAME OVER’. He didn’t know what it was about this game, but he couldn’t seem to make heads or tails of it. Even with guides, the usually brilliant strategist and gamer was having 0 luck in getting past this level.

“Did you die again?” Kenma grumbled again louder at his partner’s question. [Y/N] on the couch with their book and him on the floor trying to beat his game. The perfect afternoon for the two of them. “Oh. I’m sorry. I wish I could help but you know I’m terrible at this sort of thing. Gaming just isn’t one of my many talents.”

Kenma hummed something that sounded like ‘it’s alright’ as he queued up the game again from his last save point to go for another run. Before he pressed play though, he shifted to get up off the floor and move [Y/N] around so he was sitting in their lap, facing the screen now. “Uh…ok. Is this…helping?”

“Yes.” Kenma replied as he moved his character through the labyrinth towards the level boss again. “The angle is better.”

“Oh. Ok.”

Kenma couldn’t seem them, but he knew [Y/N] was smirking at him from behind. Sensing probably that he needed comfort after his pride was wounded with so many failures and wrapped their arms around him. He, of course, couldn’t see this though. And they couldn’t see him blush while he was focused on the screen.

He beat the game finally.

[pfpanimes]

⌕ haikyuu • kenma.

like or reblog if you save/use. 🤍

[pheracy]

Hiii your kuroo headcannons were so cute! Could you do some for kenma plzz?

Kenma Kozume ✦ headcanons

He always wears his phone charger with him, God forbid he sees himself at a social event without the possibility of scrolling incessantly through his weather app.

He doesn't know why, but he always mysteriously wakes up with his feet outside the blanket.

He gets sick very often, but he usually doesn't mind since that gives him the excuse to stay at home.

He has the most awesome underwear, all thematic about a game or series he likes. He especially loves the Minecraft's creeper one and the one with little Pac-Man ghosts Yamamoto bought him as a birthday gift.

He is so sensitive to the cold that as soon as he steps out on the street, his teeth start chattering nonstop.

He is very good at using chopsticks.

You know he has a collection of plushies he's had over the years. When he's very sad, he buries himself in a pile of them and other stuffed animals.

He stays awake at night as long as he can, so when he can't take it anymore, he's so exhausted that when he gets in bed, he falls asleep almost immediately because his brain turns off.

He usually eats 2 pop-ice per day in summer, loves the coke flavour and the lemon-orange flavor.

He showed Kuroo what kpop and asmr are.

He's into Heartsteel (LoL music boygroup) and of course, his favorite character is Ezreal.

He matches the energy of Tomorrow by Together's music.

He dedicated their song "Cat & Dog" to Kuroo as a way to make fun of how he always seems to want to be around Kenma like a dog despite being in a team well known as cats.

Kuroo not only dedicated their song "PS5" back at him but also sings the verses everytime Kenma chooses to play with the gameboy rather than going out with him. He's soo dramatic about it.

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ─── ⋆⋅♫⋅⋆ ───

It's me or the PS5

Tell me how you wanna spend your night

Tell me which of us is more your type

Seems like you can't decide

So if it's not me, then I'm probably gonna run it over

─── ⋆⋅♫⋅⋆ ───

He can't for the life of him catch a bus on time; it's like they run away from him.

He changes his wallpaper and lock screen image every week since he can't find one he likes enough to keep it for a longer time.

His handwriting is illegible. According to Lev, it looks like hieroglyphics.

His hair gets greasy real quick.

He only wears the glasses with blue light protector Kuroo got for him while he's there just not to get told off by him. After a while, he realized his eyes don't hurt that much so he wears them more often. He'll never tell Kuroo about it.

He's too lazy to cut the food with a knife and fork, so he eats it in bites.

He has the MOST beautiful laugh, the entire Nekoma nearly cry when they heard it for the first time. Kuroo did.

He convinced Shoyo to ask Asahi where he got his hairband because he's considering getting one or maybe tying his hair up. Shoyo doesn't want him to get bald.

He doesn't know how to swim. He's like a gremlin; you just don't get him wet by any circumstance.

He'd let his partner pluck his eyebrows for him; he'd find it relaxing.

You haven't seen a person who gives less of a shit about sports besides volleyball.

He ends up swallowing the chewing gum almost every time. He forgets he has it inside his mouth after a while and just gulps.

Thank you so much for this request! Thanks also for enjoying the hcs about Kuroo^^ Since I watched the Haikyuu movie, Kenma has grown on me as a character, so coming up with these was super fun. I love that we got to know him better, his struggles and thoughts, and oh my, that POV scene was simply cinema! He's so cute, and honestly, I see myself in him in many aspects; he's so relatable as one of the few introverted characters in Haikyuu. I hope you find these headcanons kinda accurate and entertaining <3 ⏤⏤ headcanons masterlist 🧭 navigation 📬∿ Requests are open and much appreciated! You can check my fandoms to ask for a poem, hcs and more about your fav characters and ships in Eng or Spa 𔘓 Credits: divider by @uzmacchiato ♡ banner template by @tinytowns

[raccoonscupoftea]

🎮 Relationship Headcanons

Timeskip!Kenma X Gametester!F!Y/n

Summary: What's it like to live and be together with the famous Kodzuken.

Warnings: SFW, kuroo is drunk, possible grammar mistakes,

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Both of you have separate gaming rooms. While Kenma's is more high tech and RGB, yours is more cozy and cute.

Whenever Kenma buys new equipment he makes sure to buy you something new as well.

He buys a new microphone, you get a new set of keycaps. He buys a new graphics card, you also get the same graphics card. Which is the newest one on the market.

When it's streaming time and no dinner was cooked yet, he'll always order some takeout and asks you want you want.

When you're at the Company for a Developer meeting, he will then text you. Telling you what he will order and asking if you want the usual. And when you're home, dinners already there or the delivery arrives at the same time as you.

When you're home, at 2:45pm you walk over to his streaming room, sit down at his lap and then then you two decide on what to eat.

It usually takes less than 15 minutes to decide and order, but when it takes a little longer, kenma will still start the stream at 3pm.

Viewers eat up the little crumbs they'll get from you, whenever you're in Kodzuken's stream. They'll get feral if it's you being affectionate and lovely to your boyfriend.

These little gremlins love you to bits. If moderators see someone talking shit about you, they'll get banned immediately.

When ever there's a game being tested by you and you think kenma would like to play it, you'll hint him towards a new game, but not saying what exactly it is.

Most of the time you'll work from home since your gaming Pc is better than the one at work and whenever you'll play the game, kenma is then strictly prohibited to enter your room without texting you first.

You both have separate laptops, but most of the time you'll use Kenma's. His password is a chipher out of his and your name with the day you two started dating.

When he's streaming, you either sit in your own room or in his room, playing on his laptop.

When he's not streaming, you two either play a game together while cuddling or just cuddling.

Despite having a spacious kitchen, kenma never did a cooking stream always telling an excuse on how messed up everything will be.

Both of you can cook, but none of you have the energy to put in the effort it takes to cook and clean afterwards.

Of course kenma and you have a shared bedroom, but it's only used to sleep and store clothes in.

Either you chill in Kenma's streaming room, or sometimes the both of you sit in your gaming room.

There's no living room

When guests are coming over, they'll sit in Kenma's room since it slightly bigger.

Only when Kuro or other close old pals are coming over, then they'll always crash into your room first.

When Kenma wants to stream and Kuroo and co. are still visiting then they head over to your room. If you're there or not.

When you're coming home from work and friends are over, most of the time you all head over to the kitchen to sit and drink a few glasses of wine together.

Most of the time it's going to be a completed chaos, but ever since the Kuroo incident, one always tries to stay sober to keep everyone in line.

The Kuroo incident was because Kuroo, who would have thought, was drunk and crashed into Kenma's stream.

The viewers enjoyed it as Kuroo was talking about the old days, like a grandparent.

This incident was also the reasons why kuro is called grandpa by the viewers. You first allowed kuroo to talk all he wanted but as he was about to reveal something truly embarrassing, you then rushed over to him, grabbed his collar and yelled "That's enough grandpa, we had enough of your nostalgic trip. Go sleep on my couch!"

That's the reason why one stays sober, also to bring home the friends who can't sleep over.

[aennasan]

Imagine downloading a game for fancies, because you have been burned out from work, and on that game you joined a guild where Kenma Kozume was your guild leader. It was a newly built guild and there were only three people who joined during that time, guild leader included, so you were able to be a part of their group quite easily.

He is playing with an alias, stating that he only downloaded the game for downtime. He is a well-known streamer and a content creator in real life.

Being new to the game, he was kind enough to help you understand the ropes of it. And being quick-witted, and probably, the gamer you, during your teens, was just waiting for it's turn to shine, you were able to master the game in a short period of time, even be part of the ranks, although probably below 100.

On the other hand, the guild quickly rises to the ranks as well, and has been part of the top three just after a month.

Due to your work, you don't often play, however, you're well-known and received an alias inside your group, even on other guilds. You were hailed as "sunshine". A very friendly player, on which the moment she steps on the chat, somehow, the quiet room explodes with conversations. Let's just say, you're that remarkable.

However, slowly, your interest in the game faded, work ate up most of your time. Not wanting to leave the people you befriended with, you ask for their number. Stating that if they're uncomfortable with giving you their number, you don't mind at all. But you will miss them.

Kenma did not give you his number.

You were a bit sad about that, but kind of expected it since your guild leader is a man of few words. Although very friendly and approachable, you kind of guessed that he isn't the type to reconnect outside the game.

It was such a nice day, and on your day off, you decided to treat yourself while chatting with your former vice-guild leader, Hinata. It wasn't an eventful chat, not at all, it was very normal and plain, when suddenly, Hinata shared that the guild leader was wondering what happened to you and had asked him about it. If an unknown number reached out to you, it's probably Kenma. And by that time you read his message, your phone pinged, and a number, registered as Kenma Kozume messaged you.

You thought Hinata was pranking you so you ignored it.

[m4iya]

⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚 Order up! Matcha green tea, 100% sugar, 100% ice with black pearls and coconut jelly for @frosted-flakes!

Collab? Kenma Kozume (fluff, post high school, mutual pining + forced proximity)

Your phone had been blowing up with notifications all day since last nights stream. Who knew your viewers would get so heated over a couple jokes? Heck, was it even your viewers? It seemed more like the ones that were freaking out weren’t actually watching for the full context.

Well, that’s what you said every time. It kept them watching, right?

Though, being tagged in rants and comments wasn’t the only thing happening this time. You were receiving an absurd amount of messages from viewers as per usual, but also from other streamers and influencers. The most common words present within all of them being:

“Guess who mentioned you in their stream last night!”

This time, it felt a little different from other controversies you’d been wrapped up in, so you couldn’t help wonder who this mystery person was, and what you had done to earn yourself a mention.

One scroll on your timeline told you just about everything you needed to know. A post sat at the top of your feed; a video captioned “@/mc of all people?’

Clicking on it, a clip of someone’s stream began to play; a QnA of sorts.

“Kodzuken, will we be getting a collab with anyone soon? Can you drop any names?” The streamer read aloud before pausing to think.

“Hmm.. there’s a few things in the works, but I don’t know for sure when they’ll be out.” He replied, absentmindedly flicking through the questions on another monitor.

He paused for a few seconds before continuing to speak. “I’m not the best at reaching out to people, but I’d like to see what kind of content I could make with @/mc. She’s pretty funny.”

Proceeding to continue with other questions, he completely ignored the way the comments blew up at him.

Out of every streamer you knew, he had to be the absolute last person you’d have expected to even have any idea of who you were. You'd been watching his content for a while, having seen him at influencer events and such. Though, you'd never been able to approach him at any of them, often using 'I was talking to my viewers, that's why I couldn't approach him' as an excuse to yourself.

Even though it wasn't exactly your objective as an online personality, you figured that controversies and out of pocket statements would be one way to get his peoples attention. It wasn't like you were exaggerating your personality per se, you were always pretty outspoken, so the only extra steps would be recording or streaming your antics.

Even though it looked like it worked, you had no clue where to go from here. Would you send him an email? Or a message? And what would you even collaborate on? What would happen to his view count if he did make content with you?

You tapped onto his profile on Twitter, scrolling through his recent posts as you wondered what to do. Suddenly, a notification popped up on the top of your screen: A message request.. From him!

Kodzuken hey, this is @/mc, right?

You had a pretty large following, and he had mentioned your name in his stream. Staring at the message for a few seconds, you wondered if he was trying to be funny.

MC u really aren't the best at reaching out to people lol and yeah thats me

Your messages maintained an air of nonchalance, hiding the way your eyes were peeled—waiting for his next response, your heart thumping loud enough for it to reverberate through your ears.

Kodzuken thats a little mean anyways i'm assuming you saw my stream in that case so how does a collab sound?

MC I'm not too busy tbh I should be free next week. u sure u wanna collab with me? ur viewers will probably freak out over it

Kodzuken my channel not theirs 🙄 what do you wanna do for the stream?

MC something simple maybe some type of challenge? are u free to call so we can set it up?

Kodzuken give me a sec ill call you

Your hands shook in place, palms sweaty as you waited for him to call you first.

When your phone eventually rang, you let it sound for a few seconds, clearing your throat. Answering the call, you held the phone up to your ear.

"Hello?" He spoke first, his voice being exactly how it sounded on stream.

"Hey!" You internally sobbed over how that might've sounded.

And so the conversation began to flow, the two of you brainstorming ideas and details about the collab. It would be held on his channel, with you editing the stream into a video for your own channel. Before the two of you hung up, he asked for your number so he could send over his address. You wondered why he couldn't just send it over DMs, but your heart was already racing too fast for you to even bother asking.

You got to work immediately, organising your schedule and allocating time to buy the things you needed. He said he had most of the basic things already, but to make things funnier, you suggested a couple ingredients that you'd buy yourself. The idea was to hold a cake baking challenge with odd ingredients. Without telling each other what flavours you were using, you needed to decorate as nicely as you could, and you'd taste each other’s dessert at the end. One of you will guess incorrectly, and the penalty will be to post something on the other's social media account after the stream.

You both agreed not to do anything rash, but also not to plan or rehearse the ending too much. It had a mix of the chaos that was usually in your content, and the viewer interaction that he'd implement in his own. Preparing things behind the scenes, you both kept each other updated until the day arrived, and you nervously made your way to his place.

Standing in front of his home, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door. You heard the shuffling of slippers from the other side, stopping abruptly at the front door.

"Who is it..?" A voice groaned from the other side.

"Um.. me?" You nervously answered.

A faint gasp sounded from the other side before a flurry of steps took off, leaving you wondering what just happened. Could it be that he forgot that you were coming over today?

He returned around a minute later, opening the door immediately. You noted how crinkled his clothes looked, his voice as though he'd just woken up. The skin of his face was dewy—freshly splashed with water, the evidence visible on the hoodie he wore. It wasn't the one he usually had on in his streams.

"Sorry about that." He muttered, attempting a chuckle. His laughter definitely didn't come off as nonchalant, not with his eyes looking everywhere but at you.

Though, you definitely weren’t feeling too confident yourself. Your hands were clammy as you bent over to pick up the bags that you brought with you which contained the things you'd both be using in the stream.

"I'll help." He quickly offered, taking the things in his own hands with a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Butterflies. Your stomach churned in a way that it hadn't done since high school.

Following him inside, you realised how big his home was, surprised that he seemed to live alone. As you walked to his kitchen, he gave you a haphazard tour, which was limited to the rooms you both passed. He steered you away from the direction of his own room, telling you that it was 'just a little messy right now.' Looks like he really was asleep.

Once you reached the kitchen, it surprised you to see his camera and tripod already prepared. He placed the bags down on the counter, walking towards his setup.

"Should I set up my stuff as well?" You asked as you pulled it out of one of the bags, having brought it just in case.

"It's fine, I'll send you the footage." He replied.

With that, you prepared the materials you'd both be using. He provided the bowls, spoons and mixing tools. You handed him an apron and wore your own, giggling at how he struggled to wear it despite it being so simple. You offered to tie it for him and he did the same, even though you were more than able to do so yourself. You lifted your arms as he took the fabric around your waist to tie it, gently weaving one piece over the other.

"Is that too tight?" He asked. "Want me to loosen it?"

"Yeah, just a little."

You could feel your heart beating in your ears as he spoke from behind, helping you with this short, mundane task. Things were all over the place today, and you weren't sure how you'd get yourself under control.

The two of you went through a few more things, and soon began the stream. You greeted the viewers, and introduced yourself to those who didn’t know you.

And so the stream went on, unfolding much more differently than you had initially expected. It seemed that the people who were criticising you had either stuck around to see what would happen, or had simply left.

You cracked jokes with each other while mixing your ingredients, using the mystery flavours that you had poured into separate bottles last night—so tired that you could barely remember what was in them.

At the end, you both decorated the cakes together in an attempt to make them as appealing as they could be. Yours was coated in red frosting, and you used white buttercream in a thin piping tip to write out his name in cursive on the surface of the cake. His was haphazardly covered in pink frosting, purple polka dots shaped from fondant scattered over the surface and the sides. He had decorated the edges with sugar pearls and rainbow sprinkles, running out of time before being able to write your name on it.

Cutting each other a slice, you both took turns tasting it. You could barely contain your laughter as he cut into his—the centre was so moist that the knife he used was coated in batter as he removed it from the cake. You opted to eat a piece of the edges instead.

Exaggerating your reaction, you coughed, walking off camera to grab a drink of water. The ingredient he had used was chilli, and it wasn't settling well with you at all. His laughter echoed through the room as you drank from the cup of water; probably because of the slightly exaggerated reaction that you had rehearsed with him before the stream in the case that he happened to choose something spicy.

As he took a bite of your slice of cake after you had returned to the stream, his face contorted; confusion? He chewed once, then paused, scrunched his eyebrows, and continued chewing.

"Is that—" He coughed. "Is that coffee?"

You could barely contain your laughter at his reaction. Well, he wasn't completely off. It was coffee, alongside a couple different spices such as cinnamon, nutmeg, and.. well, you lost count after the first two.

"Not exactly! Wanna try again?"

He held his nose bridge, 'deep in thought'. You both knew that one of you needed to get it wrong to go through with the penalty. A few obviously wrong guesses later, it was decided that he'd be the loser. After talking to the chat a little, answering some questions and interacting, it was revealed to them that you'd soon upload a video on your channel, which would contain extra content, and that the penalty post would also be up on his account. With that, he concluded the stream, slouching over the table with a sigh as you took a seat on one of the tall stools, picking at the cake he had made.

"At least the frosting tastes good." You laughed, taking a spoon of it.

"Yours wasn't actually too bad," He muttered. "Just.. very flavourful."

The situation suddenly set in; it was now nighttime, and your belongings were scattered everywhere. How were you supposed to just pack up and leave? That same feeling from earlier was now completely overwhelming you as you felt your face warm up. What exactly was going on? Keeping your eyes on the slice of cake, your face began to heat up. In your peripheral, you noticed his head turn.

"You okay?"

“Just a little tired,” You smiled, avoiding his gaze. “I should probably get leaving soon." Reaching behind your back, you fiddled with the knot in an attempt to untie it. The quicker you could pack up, the quicker you'd be out of this mess.

Though, even the apron wouldn’t budge at all no matter how hard you tried to undo it.

"Did you superglue this or something?” You chuckled, exasperated. “It’s so tight!”

"Oh,” His head perked up. “I loosened the first tie, but I double knotted it just in case." He stepped towards you, offering to fix it yet again.

"All done." His hands reached over to the collar, lifting it over your head to which you pulled it down, folding the apron in your lap.

"Guess I'll do yours as well?"

You stood from the chair as he turned his back to face you. This was definitely something he could've done himself. Though as you fiddled with the fabric—in the deafening silence of the room, the way his breath suddenly hitched became overly apparent.

At this point you honestly couldn’t tell whether it was yours or his who’s breathing you were hearing. Your eyes scattered as undoing the fabric of the apron was the last thing you were thinking about right now. It was a little late to be realising this, but he was much taller up close than he seemed online, and given the way the apron wrapped snugly around his body—he was also a little thinner than you imagined. Not to mention the stray hairs at the nape of his neck that had escaped from the bun he’d made.

“..Are you done?”

Shoot. Who knew how long you were standing there with your gaze scattering everywhere? You quickly untied the knot with a single swipe, and he lifted the collar over his head, handing it to you. As you reached out to take it, you noticed how tightly he held it, seemingly not wanting to let go. It did seem a little out character for him to be so forward—having been the one that initially reached out to you first, inviting you over and being completely unlike how you initially perceived him. Not that you had thought he was mean, he just didn’t seem like the type to be so outgoing.

Or maybe it was motivated by something. Maybe the small patches of plush pink painting his cheeks, the way his lips were slightly parted so as to prepare himself to speak, his gaze focused on you for the first time today—maybe things were a little different for him as well. You for one knew yourself, being well aware of what you’d been going through today.

“..Do you have something to say?” You prodded, teasing although your voice was small, shaky, and laced with nerves. You definitely weren’t in any place to be picking on him.

He cleared his throat, gaze leaving yours once more. “..Do you have plans tomorrow?” Your eyes fluttered to his slender hands, their grip loosening as he spoke.

“No,” You replied. “I had nothing planned for this week other than—well, this.” Taking the apron from his hands, you set it on the counter. His hand moved to brush a loose strand of hair out of his face, “Do you live far?”

“A little.” Your car was parked outside, but you weren’t the biggest fan of driving at night, and alone as well? Not happening—not unless it had to. “But I drove here, so i’ll just-”

“You can stay the night.” He interrupted.

“No, I can’t—really-“

“I have space for another person.”

“I don’t even have a change of clothes!”

“I have spares.”

You were surprised that he’d offer something like that, and double down on it as well. Well, his place was huge; but you didn’t i expect him to go around telling random people they can stay over. Especially when he’s only met them once. He was now stacking the dishes in the sink, yawning as he did so.

You couldn’t help tease again, stepping towards him. “So you actually want me to stay over?”

He clicked his tongue, turning on the water. “And if I do?”

That.. wasn’t what you expected to hear. You couldn’t see his face, but the redness glazing the tips of his ears told you that he’d probably been going through the same things as you all day. Well, it was more than just today for you; and you wondered the same for him.

extra:

“Hey, we forgot about the penalty!” You recalled, slipping into one of his spare hoodies.

He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair as he scrolled through his phone, opening the camera. “Sit over there.”

“Here?” You took the seat on a chair in front of his setup, crossing your legs. The two of you giggled as you set up the photo, with him directing you to wear his headphones.

You took the photo of yourself, throwing up a peace sign, and captioned the post ‘get used to this face, ur gonna be seeing it a lot more’.

Watching the replies immediately come rushing in, you laughed together. It definitely wouldn’t be the last time you’d both record something together.

from my 100 followers event ✩ other works

[wordsofelie]

kenma + yuki — walls

neighbours to lovers (more like “you’re an asshole” to lovers). introvert x introvert. instant ramen and takeout food. cold hands, warm lips. neon lights. tea time with the grandparents on weekends. from “video games are for kids” to “kenmaa can we play valorant?”. matching jumpers (kenma was forced). late nights watching tokyo by night. love that feels like moonlight and stardust. lofi music. “can you hold still? i’m trying to fix your hair, idiot”. hazelnut and white musk scents. yuki kissing kenma’s forehead while he’s streaming (they didn’t know he was live). drawings and video games everywhere. black coffee x energy drinks. cuddles on the couch until the sun rises. leaving “i love u” notes on the fridge and the mirror and the walls. ‘this reminded me of you’ as their love language.

all pics are from pinterest. quotes are mine, please do not copy.

[piko-chan-plus]

[dreamdropsystem]

blurry/group art of Kenma!!

[willowtreebee]

Started playing Project Sekai recently and lemme just say

HEAVY on Nene and Kenma

[tweeker-tincel]

When I got my glasses, I hated them. (Not saying that people with glasses look bad, my gf has them. I just didn’t like how they look on me.)

But then I remembered;