#kozume hq

[kiesbrainjuice]

— NEKO’S NAME ! timeskip!kenma kozume

➥ syn : argue over a cat name? stupid!

➥ wc : 1.0k

➥ tw : none, just fluff

➥ a/n : lil drabble with my fav cat

The day was bright, the sun casting a warm glow over the city as you and Kenma walked hand in hand. Today was special; it was your two-year anniversary, and you both had decided to mark the occasion by adopting a cat. Kenma had always been a cat person, and you had fallen in love with the idea of having a little furball around the house.

As you entered the adoption center, a variety of cats greeted you with curious eyes and soft meows. Your heart swelled with excitement as you browsed the rows of cages, looking for the perfect companion. Kenma, with his typical calm demeanor, followed closely, his eyes scanning each cat thoughtfully.

After a while, you both spotted a small, fluffy kitten with bright green eyes. It was love at first sight. The kitten looked up at you both with a mix of curiosity and innocence that melted your hearts.

"This one," Kenma said softly, his voice filled with a rare enthusiasm. "What do you think, baby?"

You smiled and nodded, reaching out to gently stroke the kitten's head. "I love it. She's perfect."

The adoption process was quick, and soon you were on your way home with the newest member of your little family. The kitten, nestled comfortably in your lap, purred softly, already making herself at home.

As you both settled into the living room, you couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Kenma trying to coax the kitten out of her carrier with a toy. "She's already wrapped around your finger," you teased.

Kenma chuckled, giving the kitten a soft smile. "She's cute, isn't she?" He glanced at you, his eyes warm with affection. "So, what should we name her?"

You paused, considering. "How about Mochi? She's small and fluffy like a little mochi ball."

Kenma tilted his head, pondering the suggestion. "Mochi's cute, but… maybe something related to gaming?" He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What about Zelda?"

You laughed, shaking your head. "Zelda's nice, but it's too… legendary. I want something softer. How about Luna?"

Kenma's brow furrowed as he thought. "Luna's not bad, but… I still think something gaming-related would be cooler." He looked at the kitten, who was now exploring the couch. "What about Neko? It means cat, but also sounds like a character from a game."

You sighed, crossing your arms playfully. "Neko is too obvious. Plus, it's just 'cat' in Japanese. Where's the creativity, baby?"

Kenma smiled, leaning closer to you. "Fine, fine. What about Pixel? It's cute, and it fits with both our interests."

You considered it for a moment, then shook your head. "Pixel? Really? That's not a name for a living creature, Kenma. It's like naming her 'Computer' or 'Keyboard'."

Kenma raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and Luna is so original? Half the cats in the world are named Luna."

"At least Luna is an actual name," you retorted, feeling your competitive spirit rise. "Pixel sounds like something you'd name a robot."

"Well, maybe I like robot names," Kenma shot back, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Besides, she's our cat. Why can't we give her a unique name?"

"Unique doesn't have to mean weird," you argued, reaching out to pet the kitten who was now watching your debate with curious eyes. "What about something like… Whiskers?"

Kenma snorted. "Whiskers? Now who's being unoriginal? We might as well call her 'Cat' and be done with it."

"Oh, so Neko was fine, but Whiskers is too much?" you challenged, your voice rising slightly.

"At least Neko sounds cool," Kenma defended, crossing his arms.

The kitten, seemingly confused by the sudden increase in volume, let out a tiny, high-pitched meow. The sound immediately caught both your attention, and you looked at each other, then at the kitten, then back at each other.

Suddenly, the absurdity of the situation hit you both. Here you were, on your anniversary, having a heated debate over what to name a cat who probably couldn't care less what you called her.

You burst into laughter, and Kenma followed suit, his usually quiet chuckle turning into a full-blown laugh.

"Oh my god," you managed between giggles, "are we really fighting over cat names?"

Kenma shook his head, still laughing. "We're ridiculous, baby. Look at us, getting all worked up over this."

You leaned against him, your laughter subsiding into small chuckles. "I guess it doesn't really matter what we name her, does it? She's perfect no matter what."

Kenma wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. "You're right. Although…" he paused, a mischievous glint in his eye, "I still think Pixel is a great name."

You playfully swatted his arm, but couldn't help smiling. "Fine, you win. Pixel it is."

"Really?" Kenma looked surprised, but pleased.

"Really," you confirmed, reaching out to pet the newly-named Pixel. "It's growing on me. Plus, it'll be a funny story to tell people when they ask about her name."

Kenma pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "Happy anniversary, baby. I love you, even when you have terrible taste in cat names."

You laughed, snuggling closer to him. "I love you too, you big nerd. Happy anniversary."

As Pixel curled up in Kenma's lap, purring contentedly, you felt a wave of happiness wash over you. This was perfect - just the three of you, celebrating love, laughter, and the little joys of life. And as you watched Kenma gently stroke Pixel's fur, you knew this was just the beginning of many more happy (and possibly ridiculous) anniversaries to come.

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[star6olt]

redraw of the scene

[leunfer]

digging up my *really* old kenhina fanart bc i watched the movie and now i miss haikyuu a lot...

[baguantte]

HAIKYUU MOVIE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME!!!!!!!

[hoao]

i burst into tears whenever i think about haikyuu and the importance of people.

[ashxketchum]

KENMA'S ADORABLE BEDHEAD ≽^-˕ -^≼

[kamsspice]

abbreviations

+ bonus

[fictionproblem]

I like them

[ohcashewart]

[mokikuro]

squeezes them..

[ineedoritoss]

haikyuu the dumpster battle🐱‼️

Walking out of the cinema realizing I've outgrown the characters and I'm not that 14 year old girl watching it anymore... (YOU TAKE THE MAN OUT OF THE CITY NOT THE CITY OUT THE MAN‼️‼️‼️)

Also pls watch it's so good

[lale-txt]

❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 & 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

a/n: reader is gn! i started drafting those during one of the first sticky hot summer nights of the year, then forgot about it until this came over me once again like a fever, and now here we are. i love writing drabbles because they force you to really think about the chars, how you perceive them and how to nail their unique personalities in 200 words or less. anyway, this is my first time writing for HQ after the brainworms got me down bad and i had lots of fun! hope you'll enjoy them too ♡

word count: 1.3k

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 whines when you have the audacity to kick him back towards his end of the couch, catching your ankle and pulling you towards him in return, stubbornly ignoring your protests. Too hot to cuddle, my ass, he pouts, genuinely offended that you’d even consider that; when the only time Atsumu ever feels a sense of calm is when part of you touches him. Your hand playing with the shaved hair in the back of his neck, your leg hooked over his hipbone as you sprawl out in bed together, hell, even your icy cold feet shoved underneath his butt during winter. Something was missing when he couldn’t have your proximity. Yer so needy, Tsumu. So what if he was? He pulls you into his lap, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hands tightening around your waist. His breath fanning over your skin, hot and cool against it. Atsumu takes, he demands, but with you he is pleading, silent for once. Just a little longer–dreaming, breathing you in, kissing till he feels you smiling against his lips.

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 wears his hair shorter now, back at its natural dark color, too. You helped him buzz it off during one of those sticky summer nights. Both of you in nothing but your underwear, Osamu sitting on the edge of the bathtub in your cramped bathroom. One hand of yours holding a razor and the other clamped over your mouth because you horribly messed up a setting and now he had a funny little edge in his hair, throwing you both in a laughing fit. It was your first summer together and Osamu couldn’t help but hope that there would be many more like this to come, with your bodies orbiting each other, unable to keep your hands off despite the heat and the sweat, the air heavy and electric and yet so light whenever he hears you laugh. Nothing beats the feeling of lifting you up on the kitchen counter and your eyes lingering on his hands, shaping a midnight snack for the both of you, getting drunk on stolen glances and kisses. There’s many metaphors for food and love and right now, Osamu can taste them all on the tip of your tongue.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 hasn’t even kicked his shoes off at the entrance yet and is already loosening his tie, before slender fingers work down button for button on his shirt. He hears you laugh about his demeanor from the other end of the hallway. How lucky, he thinks to himself. To have someone waiting for him at home, making even long work days during the most miserable summer heat bearable. His shirt has barely hit the floor and he’s already on you, caging you in with his arms and covering every inch of your skin he can reach in kisses, despite your giggling and feigned huffing over how sticky he is, sending him to shower first (as if you wouldn’t come right after him). Kuroo purrs when your hands tangle in his hair. In the end you always pull him back towards your lips again, swallowing every little quip and taunt like candy, sweet and syrupy in your mouth. It reminds him how he fell in love with you many summers ago, his heart ablaze ever since.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 is glued to the fan at this point. He even switched gaming from his desktop set-up to a handheld console, reluctantly admitting that his old house would heat up even more with his computer running at full blast. His expression really says it all when you approach him, silently pleading for cuddles. Kenma just can’t understand how anyone would seek someone else’s body heat when the sun outside was already doing a pretty good job in trying to end him. Still, he isn’t immune to your charms, never was (one time he mumbled something about your stats being way too high and how everything changed once he received a love buff of yours). When you hold out a popsicle as a means of bribery and blink at him with those damn soft eyes of yours, Kenma pauses his game and holds out his arms. He hums into the kiss you give him before sitting down in his lap, your lips tasting like ice cream and summer love. He rests his chin on your shoulder, face nuzzled against your neck, before he continues his game, letting you feed him the sweet cold treat. Summer might have become a little more bearable with you in his life–though he was already looking forward to many winters under the kotatsu with you. 

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 is squishing your cheeks together, his thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth. Collecting evidence, but also wanting to feel your tongue poke out slightly against it, cheeky as ever. Just how could you eat the last ice cream in the freezer without him? He lets out an exaggerated huff, feigned indignation, both of you knowing he can never keep this up for too long–not when it comes to you. Oikawa leans down to kiss you, your face still in a tight grip, tasting the remains of the ice cream on your lips, as if you weren’t sweet enough already. Maybe he can be bribed for another kiss when you offer a midnight walk to the 7/11 down the street, promising to pay for a cool sweet treat to make it up to him. He had already forgotten what he was mad about the moment you leaned into the kiss, but he’ll never say no to a chance to hold your hand, even if it’s sticky with leftover ice cream and the summer heat. To Oikawa, love is stored in the mundane things, even if his love for you is anything but that.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 is standing in the kitchen past midnight, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers while he roams the freezer for anything to help him cool down; even a pack of frozen peas would do. He feels a pang of guilt for having peeled away from you, your form pressed so tightly against him in his sleep, it almost gave him a heat stroke–for more reason than one. Everything is sticky and airless and Iwaizumi is sure that if he would have glanced at you even a minute longer, his heart might have just given out on him. All this love he holds for you, burning him up from the inside, like a fever. He lets out a long exhale when he presses an ice bag against the back of his neck, but it’s not that what causes a shiver down his spine; it’s two arms sneaking around his waist from behind, your sleepy voice mumbling out his name, your body melting into his again. The first kiss pressed on the side of your neck is an apology, the second one a promise. The third–to devour you.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 grumbles something about you being too sticky and sweaty, making a weak attempt to shove you back to your side of the bed, only to pull you back by your hips when you actually do leave some room between you. He can’t help it, you fit so perfectly in the curve of his body, your back pressed against his chest, one of his knees nudged between your legs, all tangled up. It’s the perfect position to plant kisses on the back of your neck, too. Kiyoomi loathes those hot summer nights in the concrete city. He’d rather be somewhere else with you, somewhere to breathe more easily through this heat. Maybe you should move to the countryside, yes. A small house with lots of green surrounding it. Less people and noise, just you and him. Yeah, he would like that. He kisses the back of your neck once more and takes a slow, deep inhale of your sweet scent, before sleep finally crawls upon him again. For now he’ll endure this heat, anything, as long as he can hold you in his arms like this–and have a cold shower with you in the morning, maybe.

[ushijimaschubbs]

im not gonna stop talking about kozume kenma

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[fairy-angel222]

For @s0dium ‘s 10k+ event!! Congrats lovely 💗💗

Kenma can be so mean when you’re needy. Crawling onto his lap while he’s playing his game and whining desperately into his chest. “Ken.. need you.” You mewl, rutting your hips onto his thigh with a whimper.

He only stares down at you for a split second. Shaking his head to fight the smirk threatening to fall onto his face. “I just fucked you.”

“Want more.” You huff, arms reaching up to wrap around his shoulders with your face in his neck. Letting out a soft moan when he teasingly shifted his thigh under your clit.

“You’re fucking greedy ya know that? Always want some cock.” Pulling off his headset before kicking his chair away from his desk. His long fingers curling into your hair to pull your head back, muffling your surprised yelp with his lips on yours.

You moaned into the kiss, your hands falling to his front to fist at his shirt as his tongue latched roughly onto yours. Your eyes having already fluttered shut as your hips involuntarily rolled in small circles on his lap. You panted heavily when he pulled away, a lewd string of spit connecting your swollen lips as his head tilted towards the bed. “Go.”

You eagerly did what you were told. Your boyfriend scoffing at the wet spot on his sweats from your lack of underwear. “All i did was kiss you and your pussy’s already dripping.” Stalking up to the edge of the bed with a short nod. “Turn around.”

And you did, back arching as you put your ass on display for him. Short skirt flipping onto your back when you let your chest lay flat against his sheets.

“So fucking eager,” He groaned, palming your ass with his large hands as his cock hardened. Using his fingers to knead into the supple flesh before spreading your cheeks with a breathy chuckle. Your folds sticking to each other with how wet you were. “Fuck.”

Kenma swallowed hard, the sight of your sopping cunt making his cock throb. Especially when you were whimpering so adorably for him on top of it.

You whined loudly, attempting to push back onto him with the small wiggle of your ass. Squealing into the air when his hand landed down roughly instead. “Have some fucking patience yeah?”

You shivered when his fingers ran down your slit, the loss of his touch being short lived when you felt them being replaced by his cock. You moaned, feeling him bury himself deep inside you with a groan of his own. The stretch of your pussy to take his girth only adding to your pleasure when he began fucking into you slowly.

“Ahh.. f-faster.” You gasped, feeling his tip kissing your g spot perfectly as his pace grew harsher.

“You come sit on me all whiny, rub yourself all over my thigh, take me out from my game.” He grunted, “You’ll take whatever I choose to give you.”

You could only cry out in response when he quickened his pace regardless. Hips snapping roughly into your rear as he slammed himself in and out. Your eyes welling with tears as you babbled dumbly, body rocking back and forth with each mean thrust.

“F-fuck, you’re so— ahhh.” You couldn’t think, and it took no time for you to crumble under his merciless pace. He was fucking you so good, so deep. You were so fucking full and he was giving you no time to adjust to each thrust.

You loved it.

Kenma grinned, “Aren’t you the one who wanted me to speed up baby?” His hand reaching to snake around the back of your neck. Pushing you even further into the mattress with a grunt. “So fucking take it.”

“O-oh god, ‘s so g-good. So fucking good.” You cried, your fists gripping tightly onto the sheets near your head as you drooled. Lips parted in high pitched mewls when your stomach tightened, feeling yourself being pushed closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

“Pussy’s sucking me in like she doesn’t wanna let go. She’s as greedy for cock as you are,” he breathed, head falling back with a shuddered moan when you clenched down at his words. “Shit- gonna milk me dry if i keep giving in.”

His words were incomprehensible. Your mind foggy as it focused on the rhythmic torture to your sweet spot.

“K-kennn, ‘m gonna cum. Please can i cum?” You were so close, body trembling with the curl of your toes as the building orgasm.

“Hold it.”

You almost sobbed, shaking your head as you pulled your body forward. “C-can’t. Needa cumm.”

His hands flew to the small of your waist, pulling you back roughly on his cock to continue his torture. “I said hold it.”

You wailed, tears flowing freely as you tried to keep it in. Chanting out an apology as your eyes rolled back, legs shaking uncontrollably as you made a mess on his cock. “‘M sorryyy.”

He watched as your slick dripped onto his bed. Your noises only increasing in volume at the overstimulation when he began using your hips to fuel his thrusts.

“Only know how to follow instructions till you get what you want.” His palm landing down on your ass with a small scoff. “I change my mind baby, you can cum. And you’re gonna cum until i say you can stop.”

He tried to act unaffected by his first release. The way his body trembled as his abs tensed. Letting out a string of inaudible moans as his jaw slackened. Eyes closing shut as he shakily pumped you full of cum.

Pulling out to watch the substance drip out of you in thick spurts. A groan sounding in his throat when he spread your folds for a better view. Watching you cry out when he pinched your clit meanly. “Pussy looks so much better filled with my cum.”

You felt your body going limp. Letting out a contented sigh as you lay there leaking cum.

“Uh uh, turn around. We’re not finished.”

Fuck.

[raisunomii]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a setter must be in want of a spiker.

[hyolks]

hey wait why are there only short people at this drive in