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a1terlyfe · 5 months ago
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hi everyone! my name is ghostie and i came to tumblr wondering if anyone still roleplays? my best friend and i just started up a new haikyuu roleplay and we are really hoping people could hit us up for it.
follow her instagram @/s1arwr1d
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please hit us up, we really want to make this work out!
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hoperenae · 5 months ago
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Turning Heads (a Haikyuu fanfic by hoperenae)
PREVIOUS — SERIES MASTERLIST — NEXT
PART 21- Tokyo Training
Summer had finally arrived, and we were headed back to Tokyo for the summer training camp. Unlike a couple of weeks ago, we were at Shinzen this time, but all the same schools would be there. All of my teammates had been working on new moves since our last camp, and while I had been helping them, I hadn’t really come up with anything new for myself. This camp felt like the perfect opportunity to figure out what I could do that no one else could, what made me special.
“What’re you hoping to learn from the training camp, Arya-san?” Yacchi asked as the bus rolled on past cultivated fields. She was the new assistant manager for the team and a first-year like me. We had a couple of classes together, so when I heard she was considering joining the team, I encouraged her to give it a shot. And I was glad she did.
“I don’t really know,” I confessed. I guess I’m mostly just hoping I don’t get left behind while everyone else moves forward.” I smiled nervously.
“Oh, I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that,” Yacchi said. “You’re super talented, so I’m sure you’ll come up with something awesome.” She grinned and I returned it.
Finally, we arrived at Shinzen High. We were the last team to arrive. As we entered the gymnasium, I couldn’t help but be in awe at the amount of talent in one room. This was going to be fun. Or so I thought…
Day one was rough, to put it mildly. Everyone felt really out of sync. It was like we were each a different part of a machine, but none of the parts were put in correctly, so the machine was malfunctioning. We had to do so many hill sprint penalties, I thought my lungs were going to burst. Once all the teams got over the fact that I was the only girl, they didn’t hold back against us. They had a little more trouble with my left-handedness, but after a few matches, I no longer felt like I had an edge. To top it all off, Hinata and Kageyama still weren’t on speaking terms from their big fight, so things were a bit tense. By the end of the first day, I was nearly ready to throw in the towel and call it a week.
Everyone stayed up late practicing their new moves. I helped Nishinoya by hitting some of his tosses, and I attempted to receive Asahi’s new jump serves. It felt like everyone was moving forward except me, and I was beginning to feel anxious and frustrated. I needed to grow, fast.
Day two was more of the same. More losses, more penalties, more frustration. The only saving grace was that, halfway through the day, the Fukurodani managers brought watermelon for everyone. I sat down on the hill next to Kenma from Nekoma who was fiddling with a handheld video game.
“What’s that you’re playing?” I asked Kenma through a mouthful of watermelon.
“Huh?” Kenma muttered, startled to find that I was indeed talking to him. “Oh, uh, it’s this new RPG called Castlemaster.”
“No way!” I exclaimed. “I’ve been wanting to buy that, but I don’t have any money, and my mom made me choose between that or new volleyball shoes.” I frowned and glanced down at my new shoes.
“Oh, yeah. It’s pretty fun.” Kenma said with a shrug. I scooted closer to him to watch over his shoulder, and his eyes grew wide at my sudden proximity.
“Ah, if it isn’t Karasuno’s girl,” a deep voice said. I glanced up to find Nekoma’s captain smiling at us with his hands on his hips.
“I prefer ‘Karasuno’s wing spiker,’ thanks,” I retorted with a sly grin.
He put his hands up in defense. “My apologies, I meant no offense.” He plopped down next to me and held out his hand. “I’m Kuroo.”
“Arya,” I said as I shook his hand. It was calloused and warm, and he had a firm handshake.
“You’ve got a pretty mean spike for a first-year,” Kuroo remarked. His legs were out long in front of him and crossed at the ankles, and his hands were behind him to prop himself up. He had an ease about him that made me feel comfortable.
“Thanks,” I grinned. “Seems like you had a little trouble adjusting to my lefty spikes.” I smirked and met his eyes. They were deep brown with flecks of gold. Kenma snickered beside me.
Kuroo leaned forward to glare at Kenma as a blush crept onto his cheeks. “I wasn’t having trouble. I was just preoccupied with making sure my teammates were ok. That’s the job of a captain, after all.”
“Mhmm ok, whatever you say.” I shrugged. Kenma snorted again.
“Kenma!” Kuroo scolded. I laughed and playfully punched Kuroo’s arm which made him smile coyly.
“Arya!” Daichi called from the entrance to the gymnasium. “We’re meeting real quick before the next matches start.”
“Yes, captain!” I called back with a salute. Kuroo released a big bellied laugh. “See you guys in there!” Kenma nodded without looking up from his game, and Kuroo gave me a smile and a wave. Even though they were technically my rivals, after the tough time I’d been having lately, I was happy to have made two new friends.
TAGLIST: @lemurzsquad @bokuroibi
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bedoballoons · 1 year ago
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Dating Kenna HC'S/Drabbles
Special order for Bedo >:D
Sorry i couldn't wait tomorrow(i have exams tomorrow), this made me realize how fast i am at writing headcanon's
Includes a few reader tropes
A lot people think he would be a really affectionate person still I can tell that he's a red flag, I just can't prove it red means ily
Like he's literally married to his Nintendo switch??
But we like being delusional
Anyway remember that one episode where he was eating a banana and said "is it wrong to do something for your friends!?" Or something like that, he would try to show gesture
Such as holding, small pecks
I bet when he kissed you on the check for the first time you were questioning if it was a lick or peck
I think he would have knowledge of things about dating from his rpg games or whatever
Every time he does something you don't like, he starts to wonder what was wrong in the thing he did
Clueless baby, protec him at all cost
He's a fast learner tho!
Y'all would have dates at cat cafes
One chance please
I can be a housewife
Cook at 9
Clean house at 11
Reall 💯🤭
He's rich tho?
Bro owns a company from just sitting at home/jk
Let's say that you're the boys volleyball clubs manager
Yamamoto would receive death glares from him instead of passes
Same goes to kuroo
Let's add Lev too
Leave him alone 😭✋
You're cool with others
I can imagine a small scenerio about how Lev was admiring you after practice, the way you were good at catching where the ball was thrown at or simply if you ever compliment his skills(do they exist?), kenma would pop out from no where to yank you away and leave that lamp post alone
What abt artist s/o for him
Cuz i like gamer x artist trope
Draw his fav fictional characters <33 (he's one himself)
İ actually think he would adore your drawings cuz like this guy is a gamer and gamers would get artists easily (real life experience)
You have a messy art style? He would understand it
Easy
An childhood friend trope?
There is no way you are not the manager of the boys volleyball team or a member of the team.
Kuroo would have already write your name to the club as a member or manager.
But this ain't about him
Since you also know kenma from childhood you probably also warned him about his health and you're caring abt him
İ still wonder how his eyesight is alright
But you gotta be interesting
Like the way he looks at his childhood friend(talkin abt kuroo) and the way he looks at Hinata
He wants to beat hinata in volleyball tho
İf you're a volleyball player you can force him into training with you
İ can imagine him with a taller s/o
İt would be cute but his teammate's would teasing him a lot
Especially the trio again (Kuroo, Lev, Yamamoto)
Yaku would understand him
Bedo do we stan short boys in this household?
But there's no way this guy is not popular in class, i mean he might hate it but he probably doesn't knows he is popular
Just look at how pretty he is
İ can talk about him till i die
Anyway husband kenma tho 🤭🤭
Once again im saying this
He's rich
He's your sugar daddy and you're his goof ball
Frfr
He's lazy so even if you work you gotta be a housewife/husband
Someone needs to take care of that lazy af ass
Remind him to eat/drink!! Feed the baby
Baby fever tho
İ can say he wouldn't be ready for one still he would accept it
Just one tho, y'all ain't having more than one
Y'all would already have cats as pets
Y'all would visit Hinata a lot
He adores that sunshine
İf you do too
🤝
Adopt Hinata
Or kidnapp him
This ain't about Hinata too
He's a sweatshirt, hoodie guy
Steal them
I can imagine a arcade date or simply stargazing for this guy's b-day
His love language is anything expect gift giving
He tends to be confused about what to give you as a gift.
But if you're a gamer like him
Then it's easier then changing socks for him
Probably knows you're preference of game genre
And is the best person you could ask about gaming
Helpw i don't even have a long post like this in my acc y'all don't identify me plz 🫶🫶
I hope you enjoyed the small hc's!!
İ still have to write him a birthday scenerio
Fun facts:
You were actually one of the people who inspired me, made me have a interest in writing
I'm a kenma kinnie irl!! Switching personalitys irl
-💤
OH MY GOSH THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL AND PERFECT!! IM BLUSHED AND SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY!!!
EEEEE THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I LOVE IT OH MY GOODNESS I CANT!!!
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Yes we definitely stan short bois here ;)
I can't believe I inspired you, you literally made me tear up!! Please continue writing because you are absolutely amazing at it and you should literally share this with everyone!!!
Kenma is such a sweet baby I love him!!
THANK YOU AGAIN!!!
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miry-todoroki · 2 years ago
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~About me~
She/Her
Bisex
Name: Mirella
Nickname: Miry
Age: 24 y/o
Birthday: 15th December
Star sign: Sagittarius
~RPG and Visual novel horror~
Angels of death
Ib
The Witch House
Mad Father
Aria's story
Midnight Train
Pocket Mirror
Little goody Two Shoes
Yumemi Melancholy
Classmates
Who is the red queen?
Crimson waves on the Emerald sea
Cindarella Phenomenon
Videogames:
Yu-Gi-Oh! Millennium duels
Inazuma Eleven go: luce
Inazuma Eleven go Chrono Stones: Fiamma
Pokémon perla/platino
Pokémon let'go Pikachu
Pokémon leggende Arceus
Pokémon scarlatto
Pokémon bianco/nero/bianco 2
Pokémon X
Pokémon Sole/Luna
Pokémon Spada
My hero academia One Justice 1/2
Fortnite
Genshin Impact
Honkai Star Rail
The Sims
Wuthering Waves
Husbands:
Izuku Midoriya
Shoto Todoroki
Touya Todoroki
Natsuo Todoroki
Eijiro Kirishima
Hinata Shoyo
Kageyama Tobio
Oikawa Tooru
Kuroo Tetsurou
Nishinoya Yuu
Kenma Kozume
Sugawara Koushi
Gilbert Nightray
Yuichiro Amane
Johan Andersen
Yusei Fudo
Reginald Kastle
Yuto
Yuya Sakaki
Yugo
Yuri
Dan Kuso
Zack Foster
Simeon Ayp
Ash Ketchum
Kousuke Ooshiba
Chuuya Nakahara
Mafuyu Sato
Ray (TPN)
Wei Wuxian
Hua Cheng
Killua Zoldyck
Ash Lynx
Tetsuya Kuroko
Sasuke Uchiha
Keika Yuu
Karma Akabane
Yuri Plisetsky
Touya Kinomoto (CCS)
Aichi Sendou
Natsu Dragneel
Inuyasha
Kai Ichinose (Piano no Mori)
Reki (SK8)
Ren (Super lovers)
Ikuto Tsukiyomi
Miyano (Sasaki to Miyano)
Riuji (Toradora)
Zero Kiryu
Ranma Saotome (Ranma½)
Yato (Noragami)
Waifus:
Rachel Gardner
Runo Misaki
Uraraka Ochaco
Kyoka (BSD)
Sakura Kinomoto (CCS)
Misaki Tokura
Lucy Heartfilia
Yachi Hitoka
Kagome Higurashi
Akane Tendo (Ranma½)
Momoi Satsuki
Hiyori Iki
Jiang Yanli (MDZS)
Sakura Haruno
Shinoa Hiiragi
Alice (Pandora Hearts)
Dawn (Pokémon diamond and Pearl)
Amu Hinamori
Taiga Aisaka
Emma (TPN)
Akiza Izinski
Louise Francois de la Valliere (ZNT)
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stars-tonight · 5 months ago
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Hi, may I request a matchup? 🥰✨ English is not my first language so I hope you understand what I wrote
1. Long if it's possible
2. Romantic
3. I'm cis-fem
4. Looking for a guy
5. I'm not quite sure about how would my ideal partner be but I'd like him to be extroverted or ambiverted (or at least more extroverted than me), kinda smart (don't need him to be Einstein but at least have some logic), if possible taller than me (I'm 162 or 5'4 but in reality height doesn't matter that much if I like his personality), respects different opinions and not afraid of expressing his feelings (because I do have a problem and it cannot be that both of us have problems expressing their feelings)
6. ISTP 9w8w1, I'm usually "cold" (I don't really think of myself like that but it's what my friends say), I'm not really organised but I'm not that messy(sometimes I am), I don't work hard, just do what I'm asked to, like shopping, fashion and skincare(Help, I'm irresponsible with money), I struggle at saying nice things (like, some of the few compliments that I can say without cringing are "Not bad" or "It's ok", if I say something nicer is because I don't consider you as a true friend and I'm acting like everybody else. But I'm working at that and sometimes I try to say something nice), I don't really express myself either but it is more like I just don't feel that it is that important and I just pass, I don't like drama, struggle with physical touch (I don't have problems with others touching me, I like when people hug me but idk why but I cannot initiate physical contact, I just wait. Idk either what to do when someone hug me. But I can do small thing like a little tap or something like that), I'm usually quiet and try to be mature and respectful but when I'm with people I'm close to I'm more relaxed and childish, normally the 'mom' of my group of friends(I can't let them die), I do great academically but I don't really study (Blessed by god, I guess) and I like pink (Woooow, super important this fact, right?)
7. I usually play videogames, most of them are really chill, like some rpg, Sims4 and things like that, I'm not good at FPS games but sometimes I play them with friends (they carry me), playing Minecraft the same, I do houses and decorate, they kill. I also read a lot (most of what I read are fanfics that aren't even in my native language but let's ignore that), usually I read mangas and manhwas(I'm kinda obsessed with reencarnarnation manhwa, idk why and most of them I don't really even like them) and I also watch some anime. Sometimes when I'm really REALLY bored I'll draw. And I don't know if it's a hobby but I also do my skincare and stuff.
8. Because I'm not really good at expressing myself and initiating physical contact I like to show my love through acts of service and quality time and I like to receive physical touch and quality time
9. I like cats, the colour pink, all the seasons, but autumn the most (it's like cold but not too cold, more like refreshing), I'm a fashion girly(but no money girlie), I'm irresponsible with money (hellpppp), love friends to lovers and childhood friends to lover, I like to listen to K-pop (I listen the most 3 and 4 gen and maybe some 2, the fifth generation idk why but I don't really like it) some pop songs and Måneskin. I think the ideal date would be in an amusement park but I don't think it is the best FIRST date, it is more suitable for like a fourth date or later. Meat>Fish, beach>mountain, I love ice cream and booba. Dislike onions(except fried onions), tomatoes(except for tomato cherry). I like both, being at home or going out but I don't go out unless I'm meeting with friends or to go shopping. Countries I would like to visit: Italy, UK, Greece, Japan and Korea.
That's all
I think I write too much, I'm sorry 🥺
Thank you very much and have a nice day ✨
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headcanons
🥛 suga i feel is one of like three ambiverts in the whole series
🥛 (the other two being kuroo and osamu)
🥛 i believe he's decently smart
🥛 he's not like tsukishima or shirabu with perfect grades
🥛 but he's also not like kageyama who's never even gotten an 80 before
🥛 suga's a great communicator and is pretty easygoing
🥛 so he wouldn't get offended if you don't shower him with praise or hug him all the time
🥛 in fact i don't see his love language as physical touch, moreso acts of service or quality time
🥛 but he'll definitely hold your hand in public for your safety
🥛 he'll want to spend so much time with you
🥛 you're both the "mom" of your friend groups so you'd probably bond over that
🥛 complain about your "children" to each other
🥛 i personally headcanon that suga is a kpop fan
🥛 would collect photocards and albums with you
🥛 he's also a fan of anime and reading
🥛 would watch so much stuff with you
🥛 would read together with you before bed
🥛 if you fall asleep first he'll make sure the blankets are covering you properly
🥛 i can also see him as a big boba drinker
🥛 he probably knows the workers at the local boba shop
🥛 gets you guys discounts because he's got good ties
🥛 post-timeskip, he's an elementary school teacher
🥛 so there'll be some days he comes home and is bouncing up and down
🥛 gushing about his students to you because they're adorable
🥛 lowkey gets baby fever but is too embarrassed to say it
🥛 but other times he'll come home and just flop on the sofa because the kids really gave him a run for his money that day
🥛 if you could do something for him like cook him dinner that day he'd appreciate it so much
🥛 i think he'd be more of a dog person but he likes cats too
🥛 is mildly intimidated by their claws at first
🥛 but if you show him how gentle cats can be he'll quickly warm up to them
🥛 will throw out a cheeky line like "oh so they're just like you!"
🥛 i've said this before but suga suits amusement park dates so well
🥛 he'd be unnaturally good at the carnival games and would win you a stuffed animal every time
runner up for you was kuroo tetsurō!
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A/N: there you go! i hope you liked it, i adore suga so much. he's such a comfort character :)
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wittez · 2 years ago
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looking for attention
  EPISODE ZERO.
in which we meet kozume kenma, age seventeen and in desperate need of some sleep.
( a prologue. )
  [IDOL CAMP JP] ARE YOU READY TO PRODUCE THE HOTTEST NEW BOY GROUP THIS YEAR?
[+3,672, -1,739] another season of this???? for real??? we got the point 4 seasons ago
[+2,193, -509] mf focus on last year’s winners before making a new damn group i bet they already made friends with the rats in the basement from how little promotions they get
“you look like an idiot, kuro.”
the idiot in question shoots him a wink in lieu of giving him anything resembling a real reply, the golden sunlight filling in the clubroom via the dull windows kenma’s so painstakingly tried cleaning over and over again illuminating sharp features arranged in a soft expression. “wanna help me out? i need a backup dancer for this next song,” kuroo doesn’t even bother pausing the camcorder that sits smack in the middle of the room for this intermission, a relic from an older time courtesy of a box of his sister’s forgotten belongings after moving out. if kenma mentioned it the older boy would claim he’d edit out the irrelevant footage later, but kenma’s not so sure he can trust his word on it.
“pass. i’m tired already,” says kenma, eyes remaining trained on the rpg menu displayed on his psp’s screen. now, if he was in a game, this is right about the time he’d choose the FLEE option.
unfortunately, this time it’s kuroo’s turn to act. “c’mon, bro. just one song, alright?” kenma doesn’t know why kuroo even asks in the first place; because if there’s one thing about him it’s he doesn’t accept a no for an answer. he’s persistent to a fault, really. resourceful, kuroo would correct him with the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. irritating is the word kenma finds far more apt to describe his best friend. maybe kuroo’s trying to craft a pantomime of politeness, but after knowing him for this many years that’s more laughable than it is convincing. and he didn’t even throw in a please or thank you, so is it even that skilled of a performance to begin with?
it’s tuesday, and school’s been out for the day for a couple hours by now— it’s late enough that the rest of the dance club is long gone after a chorus of invitations to karaoke and see you tomorrows, yet judging by the sun outside it’s still early enough that kenma’s mother won’t get on his case for not being home by dinnertime. not yet, anyway. she will if kuroo keeps him here much longer, though, especially given that today’s a shogiyaki kind of day.
this is how kozume kenma caves, after a cursory glance at the time on his smartphone; when it’s not kuroo coercing him directly it’s by proxy, and in this case the impending threat of doom via his mom is enough for awkward, sore limbs to slowly struggle into an upright position. “sure, i guess.” hell hath no fury like a mother scorned, after all, and there’s little that pisses the woman off more than the sanctity of family dinners being perturbed by scheduling conflicts.
kenma pads into frame, languid footsteps leading him to kuroo’s side. if he said the blinking red light of the video camera doesn’t have stage fright seeping into the spaces between every joint of his body as though it were synovial fluid that would be about as honest as saying cows are blue, but nobody asked him and thus he won’t mention it at all.
like most things in kenma’s life, of course, that later proves to be the wrong choice.
because, a week or five after the fact, wonderful news befall upon a barely-conscious kenma on a saturday at a time far too early to be pleasant (for any species other than whatever those birds that just love chirping first thing in the day are, anyway).
LOOK SUSPICIOUS? MARK AS SPAM         (YES / NO)
SUBJECT: FWD: Your application for Idol Camp JP
ur about to be mad as hell but LOOOOOKKKKK!!!!
— ORIGINAL MESSAGE —
Congratulations, KOZUME KENMA! Your application has passed the last round of reviewing. You are now officially a contestant for this year’s season of Idol Camp JP! We are looking forward to having you.
Filming starts on January 20 of the current year. To finalize the application process, please visit our offices before the 15th of this month within business hours (…)
Kind regards,
The team of Idol Camp JP.
for the sake of being totally transparent, let’s clear one thing up right here and now: kenma never submitted that application.
kuroo did on his behalf as a complete and utter intrusion to kenma’s autonomy, where the justification of such a vile action was, in his own words, something as senseless as: “you’re crazy talented, kenma. i know you’re pretty shy, but you can’t gatekeep that from the whole world forever! besides, even just being there will be good for you. a learning experience, and whatever. you know what they say! the journey is as important as the destination, and all that.” that old saying has about as little correlation to the problem at hand as apples do to trains, and this is the part where kenma taps his phone screen with purpose to end the phone call without even bothering to gratify kuroo’s speech with a response.
on kenma’s behalf, kuroo can go to hell.
kozume kenma’s set on enjoying his breakfast, a plate of soft-boiled eggs accompanied by pickled plum and a cup of steaming hot green tea, only to then climb back in bed and, upon waking back up again, realizing the entire day thus far has merely been a nightmare with just about enough realism sprinkled in to scare him shitless. he’d text kuroo afterwards, some lazy approach to pettiness such as “you pissed me off in my dream, so i’m not going to practice this week,” or perhaps even a “when i see you next, remind me to punch you btw” if kozume’s feeling particularly feisty. if he’s lucky, he’ll get another good two or three hours of sleep…
we should keep the following in mind, however: kozume kenma is not a lucky person.
would not know the definition of the word ‘luck’ if it hit him like an uncoordinated forearm to the face or a heel with a particularly thick soled shoe digging into his metatarsals, in fact, which both had very much happened just the day prior. this is exactly why kuroo beats him to the punch, then, kenma’s smartphone all but burning a hole into his pocket with the quick succession of dings! and the nonstop vibrations all throughout the remainder of his cup of tea.
it’s not until he’s wrapped up doing the dishes that he finally sits down and checks his messages, giving the poor phone a borderline accusatory glance as though it’s the innocent electronic’s fault that kenma’s just this fucking hapless.
KURO: itll be just fine!! im gonna be there too yknow~
KURO: so ill have your back all the time! were gonna always be in teams together
KURO: ill make sure of it, so trust me!
resourceful, the word echoes in his head, the space of his cranium reverberating with the sound. if there’s one good thing about kuroo, it has to be that he always keeps his promises.
ME: ok
ME: u already signed me up anyway so
ME: might as well ig
KURO: great!! i knew youd want to give it a try kenma
KURO: im so proud of you
KURO: let’s get some extra practice in from now until the 20th, okay???
KURO: some of my friends will be there too and i don’t wanna let them win
ME: what friends…
briefly, kenma considers blocking kuroo’s number before the other gets to answer his question, far too scared of what the reply may be.
and then, he actually does it.
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   EPISODE ONE.
enter kuroo tetsurou, the culprit of everything that’s ever gone wrong in kenma’s life.
  [IDOL CAMP JP] ALL 101 CONTESTANTS PROFILES REVEALED!
[+1,277, -243] aw, the kid with the pudding head is kinda cute… he looks like someone threatened him into getting his photo taken and all, but that’s kind of what makes him charming wwww
[+333, -115] what’s with this show? seriously, all these guys look like middle schoolers… TT
kenma stares at the wall ahead of him, crisp ice blue paint marred by an assortment of signatures and goals, realistic and borderline imaginary alike, scribbled with a dissonance of contrasting— not complementary –colored markers. if kenma was just a smidge more easily influenced perhaps their motivation and optimism would rub off on him, but he’s just not that kind of guy… he can be influenced enough to come here in the first place, that’s one thing, but there’s just no way he can be talked into having a good time while at it, not at all, because now that would just be plain ridiculous!
besides, he ponders as he paces across the room following along the length of the wall, most if not all of these are pretty basic phrases… it’s “let’s make our dreams come true!” on top of “do your best!” with a thick layer of “good luck!” laid across it all, and as narrow golden eyes give the glorified graffiti a once over the only thing of interest they can find is a particular name kanji, one they pause to wonder on its meaning for a second or two to promptly disregard the thought just about as quickly as it had come. generalized positivity seems like little more than the most superficial kind of wishful thinking, and while kenma would rather put his faith onto something more solid like his own skills (or alternatively, wish upon the downfall of the other contestants), he reasons everyone has their own ways of coping with the discomfort of being in this strange, new environment.
as for kenma himself… well, he’s still looking for it! now accepting suggestions, just text +81-xxx-xxx…
next to him, kuroo pretty much bounces in place. you’d think with such a tall frame he’d have enough place to store all that energy and then some, but unfortunately for kenma, kuroo’s a freak of nature who must be of an entirely different species from homo sapiens sapiens. “liven up a little, kenma. we’re already here, right? might as well enjoy it now!” the look kenma shoots him then is a cross between a threat of violence and intent to study him under a microscope with a 100x lens (and he can almost imagine the little spiky-haired cells he’d get out of it, too, the shameless microbes laughing at him as they swim in an ocean of methylene blue).
arms folded tightly across the taller’s wide chest betray near to nothing as he scans the aforementioned wall of dreams, but kenma knows better; it’s all hidden within high cheekbones and poorly-concealed dark undereyes adorned with bags from a bad night’s sleep, presumably from being unable to keep the excitement of what was to come the following day from letting his imagination run wild.
now, as his friend looks down at him after noticing his stare, his gaze is curious—it’s a silent question kenma isn’t sure how to answer, so in its place he only shakes his head in response. albeit lazy the movement is enough to have his hair, bleached blonde and reaching the halfway point between his chin and his shoulders, bob along with the motion. “you want me to liven up when i have to live with a hundred people in a high-stress environment.” the words are spoken flatly, oddly reminiscent of a soft drink that’s been opened and left out in the sun for a long, long time. during the summer. and if he’s being honest, that just about encapsulates how kenma feels at the thought of this being his life for the next couple months… or just a few weeks, hopefully!
kuroo just smiles down at him, all perfectly straight teeth and a promise of sincerity shoved somewhere between his central incisors. “a hundred people’s nothing you can’t handle, kenma. there’s three times that, easy, at every dance competition we’ve been to!” that does little to alleviate kenma’s anxiety, but at least he’s trying… or so kenma figures, at least.
kenma merely blinks in response, long and slow, much like a cat particularly looking forward to nap time would.
behind them, a boy who is more lanky than he is boy trots up with beads of sweat gathering up by his brow. “i’m sorry, i’m late!” he calls as kenma looks him up and down, flashy outfit blinding his eyes for a moment. the scarlet sequins don’t fit the rest of the newcomer’s colorimetry, all gray hair and pale skin with teal eyes to boot, but kenma doesn’t say that part out loud.
actually, he says nothing at all. he doesn’t have to, because this guy just starts spouting off random information like nobody’s business. and it is, in fact, not any of kenma’s business. “my name is haiba lev, it’s so nice to meet you!” he bows, a movement so clumsy he nearly collides with kuroo’s torso in the process. “i’m, like, soooo happy to be here. like, you don’t even know! my family’s already telling the whole town to vote for me, and…”
if this guy keeps talking, kenma’s brain isn’t there to hear it. it escaped through his ears a sentence or two ago, swearing it’d just take a short and well-deserved vacation for only a second…
“kozume, kuroo, haiba. all ready? you guys are up next.” the sound that booms over the loudspeakers by the ceiling leans more towards crackled static rather than a voice, enough so that kenma wouldn’t be sure of what he just heard if it weren’t for the weight of kuroo’s hand on his shoulder as an unspoken nudge of encouragement.
well, that was one short second.
it’s not until now that reality truly sets in. as anxiety infiltrates his bones kuroo’s hand only begins to feel all that much heavier, presumably due to his skeleton slowly degrading as stress chips away at every millimeter of its surface, from his phalanges to his frontal bone. “kenma?” even though he hears kuroo’s voice loud and clear, kenma chooses to ignore him in favor of pondering what his death certificate will be like. if nothing else, this shit’s gonna be a real funny cause of death! see, it’ll look a little bit like this:
NAME: KOZUME KENMA
AGE: 17
CAUSE OF DEATH: HIS BONES ERODED SO BADLY DUE TO STRESS HIS SKELETON BECAME KINDA SQUISHY AND COLLAPSED DUE TO THE WEIGHT OF THE REST OF HIS BODY. A TOTAL FUCKING LOSER, IF YOU ASK ME!
“if the kid won’t go out, you two are gonna have to go ahead without him.” now, this voice is one kenma doesn’t recognize. “not the producers will be happy about it, though. didn’t you sign a long-ass contract? i didn’t get to read all of it, but some parts of it were stone cold, man!” what is familiar to him, however, is the weight on his other shoulder— god, does kuroo want to speedrun kenma’s fall, or something? since when are hands this heavy…?
a blink, long and slow once more.
and then another one, as if just for good measure, as he tries to get himself into a headspace fit for survival. well, he’s already here. that much is an unavoidable truth he can do nothing about now that he’s already signed his soul away to the evil machine that is this god damn broadcasting corporation, other than go out there and do so fucking badly he’s expelled on sight.
ACTUALLY… THAT DOESN’T SOUND HALF BAD!
fueled by a newfound resolve kenma brushes his hair out of his eyes, tucking it behind his ears. his forearm is held out in front of him and he taps it with the opposite fist, as though trying to ensure he hasn’t effectively turned to jelly just in case.
which, truth be told, wouldn’t be all that horrible. at least then that’d get him out of this one…
and because this is real life his bones are still made of, unfortunately, bone. “ummm, sorry… i spaced out,” briefly, kenma thinks he sees concern flash across kuroo’s features. but he’s still trying to focus his gaze back on the world surrounding him in the first place, and so he doesn’t pay it much mind.
the first thing he notices after exiting the narrow hallway all three were led through, the other guy ranting and raving about whatever inane thing his mind has decided to zone in on for that specific fraction of a second, are the bright stage lights overhead. the second thing kenma sees are a hundred (and one!) chairs arranged neatly in a pyramid shape, with each step containing less and less steps. little more than half of them are already occupied by boys happily chattering away, the ones presumably guilty of defacing the poor wall he’d seen earlier, and kenma shortly entertains the thought of wanting to know whoever this nishinoya guy is because really, if a person’s handwriting is that horrendous they’re certain to be quite the character.
on second thought, he doesn’t want to know him.
kenma doesn’t have to think twice about it before beelining in the direction of the very last seat, made of a clear material and accented with a 101 in glittery silver numbers, kuroo’s protests of at least going for seat 50 falling upon ears that aren’t deaf—they’re simply selectively closed for the time being.
if one thing is certain, it’s that murphy’s law never fails. so, let’s see how this goes.
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clowncommune · 3 years ago
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bokuakakuroken playing dnd
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stacysmash · 6 years ago
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@kurodai-week Day 6: 90′s Anime AU/ Fantasy RPG AU Relationship: Kuroo x Daichi Rating: General WC: 7360
Excerpt: “Do we really have to do this? We were already up late last night playing cards.”
“Are you an old man in a seventeen-year-old’s body, Sawamura? Live a little.”
Kuroo snickered as Daichi glared at him. Such a look could intimidate Daichi’s underclassmen at Karasuno, but Kuroo admitted he enjoyed it just a little too much.
“Live a little… by playing Dungeons and Dragons?”
“Is everyone familiar with the gameplay?” Kai asked, his smile looming over several folders standing up that were acting as his shield. Suga, being in the seat right next to Kai, impishly tried peering over it. Kai’s eyes narrowed slightly in his direction and Suga obediently eased back in his seat with a toothy grin.
“Unfortunately, we are familiar with this game,” Daichi informed Kai with a heavy sigh.
“Good, and you two?”
“Akaashi explained the rules already! I’ve got them all up here,” Bokuto assured him, prodding his temple with his finger. Akaashi nodded beside him.
“Sounds like we’re ready to start! Everyone has their character sheets, correct? Please introduce yourselves.”
“I’ll go first!” Suga chirped and squinted down at his sheet. “I am Calahad, a wood elf. I use a bow as my weapon and… my whole family died when I was young?!”
“Yes, I’ve added a little backstory to everyone’s character sheet, give you a little motivation.”
“How is that motivating?”
“That’s up to you. You can seek revenge on the ones who did it or seek a more compassionate livelihood to help those in need.”
“I think I like that better.”
“Alright let’s get this over with,” Daichi grumbled, holding up his sheet. “I am Golgar, a gruesome orc. Did you have to put the gruesome in there?”
“It’s important to note that not only are you an orc but an extremely hideous one.”
“Great. I’m also a fighter.”
“Oh, me too!” Kuroo purred as he leaned into Daichi’s side. “I wonder what else we have in common.”
“Maybe you should read your sheet and we’ll find out.”
Kuroo smirked wide as Daichi folded his arms tighter but didn’t pull away from the touch. His warm brown eyes glanced over at Kuroo and it was all he could do not to tease him more. Somehow, he refrained.
Read the rest on AO3!
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ragewerthers · 6 years ago
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Amatus
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Summary:  As the Inquisition continues to ready itself for the battles that lie ahead, two recruits find a moment to have fun and be the young and in love idiots they are supposed to be.
A/n: This one was an interesting one! It's for Day 6 of KuroDai week and the prompt choices were '90's anime au/Fantasy RPG' and I went with the later! I love dragon age: inquisition and I thought it might be fun to just settle them in this world for a little bit! A bit fluffier than my last fic! :D
You can also read on AO3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18798292
Happy reading! :D
Word Count: 1741
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“I don’t see why you don’t just create a magic barrier around yourself to keep enemies at bay, Sa’amura?” Kuroo crooned from his perch on the steps of the Herald’s tavern, a mug of ale in his hand as he watched the former soldier practicing his swordsmanship against a few straw dummies set up only a few feet away.
Whoever had thought setting up a training arena near a tavern was a genius in Kuroo’s book.
Watching handsome men working on their fighting form while he was able to enjoy a drink?  What wasn’t to like about that?
The man in question rolled his eyes as he squared his shoulders once more, trying to ignore the mage attempting to rattle him.
“Not all of us are Tevine with magic running through our blood, Kuroo.  Some of us actually have to put in hard work if we want to survive out there,” he said in the tone of someone trying to explain something simple to a child.
Kuroo smiled into his drink, setting it down beside himself a moment later as he watched Daichi land a few good combo strikes to the straw dummy, nearly decapitating its sad little bucket head.
“You make a fair point, Sa’amura.  Not many can be as lucky, clever, talented, gorgeous or modest as myself,” he said, getting a snort out of the soldier and chuckling himself when Daichi turned around with a smile on his features.
“You’re an idiot,” he said with a barely contained giggle, something Daichi would claim till his dying day that he didn’t do, but Kuroo knew better.
“Yes, but you love me.  So what does that say about you, hmm?” Kuroo asked, getting with an exaggerated groan that left him sounding more like an ninety-seven year old instead of his twenty-six years of age.
Daichi shook his head at the sad display and smiled more.
“Says that I’m in love with an idiot… and everyone should take pity on me,” he teased, making his way to the edge of the arena where a small fence had been erected lest one of the taverns drunk patrons inadvertently maimed.  He set his sword against one of the rickity boards as Kuroo drew closer, a little scowl on his face from the comment.
“You realize that I could turn your trousers to ice in a snap, correct?  Or set your eyebrows on fire?” he shot back, standing before Daichi and resting his arms on the fence between them.
Daichi could only smile more at that, gleeful in the knowledge that he’d been the one to annoy Kuroo first, regardless of the mages attempts earlier upon himself.
“But you won’t… because you love me and my handsome eyebrows,” he said, giving them a little waggle for emphasis and making Kuroo hide a smile behind his hand, not ready to make up just yet.
“No I don’t.  They’re dumb.  Like you… who’s dumb,” he tried to shoot back, only succeeding in getting Daichi to laugh more.
“How much did Cabot let you drink?” Daichi asked lightly, reaching forward to ruffle his partners unruly hair, getting a little grumble for his efforts and a hand batting his away.
“Not nearly enough,” the mage complained, though he’d finally allowed a smile to appear over his features.
Daichi smiled lightly at that and brought his hand away from Kuroo’s hair to lightly rest against the mans cheek, his thumb soothing over the pale skin.
“When you reach eyebrow insulting status, you’ve had too much, dear,” he murmured lightly and Kuroo felt his ears flush at the endearment.
“You… are playing unfair now, Amatus,” Kuroo purred back softly, watching as Daichi’s neck began to flush in return before finding a gentle kiss pressed to his lips.
Daichi leaned back a moment later, resting his forehead against the other mans and letting his hand fall to gently cradle the back of his neck.  “You know I’m weak against that nickname, Kuroo,” he murmured fondly, getting the mage to chuckle a bit.
“I do.  That’s why I said it…. Amatus,” he murmured once more, letting his voice dip lower still and feeling the way Daichi shivered before him.
“Maker’s breath, you’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered back softly, nudging their noses together and feeling the way Kuroo’s crinkled slightly against his own.
“Never,” Kuroo whispered, pressing one more kiss to his lips before leaning back with a smirk.  “In fact… why don’t you let me train with you a little?  Make sure that you’re up to snuff for whatever else we’re gonna face out there.”
Daichi had to fight the urge to lean forward and chase after Kuroo’s kiss, but he was definitely pulled from his thoughts when he heard the offer, a challenging smile appearing over his own features.
“Oh?  The mage wants to get his hands dirty?” he teased as Kuroo clambered over the fence to land on the other side beside his smug looking partner.
“Pfft.  Not in the least.  I can take you down without laying a finger on you, Dai,” Kuroo warned with a smirk already taking over his features.  To prove his point he brought a hand up and with a little waggle of his fingers, sent a force of air against his partners chest, unbalancing him and making him stagger back a few steps.
Daichi, to be fair, had been caught off guard a bit by the mini attack and so he did windmill his arms a bit to try and steady himself, only to find Kuroo cackling at the sight.  Daichi narrowed his eyes before glancing at his sword.  He refused to go so far as to use an actual blade against him and so he squared his shoulder and planted his feet a bit more firmly as he watched Kuroo starting to prowl around the arena.
“What’s this?  Not going to pick up your weapon against me?” Kuroo asked as he brought his hands back up, pausing just a moment before sending a blast of ice racing toward him.
The fractals zigzagged across the ground toward Daichi who only just rolled out of the way of another hit.
“I’m sorry.  You know I can’t do that, but I think I can still take you down without a weapon,” Daichi explained as he stood back up quickly, moving in time to avoid another blast of ice.
Kuroo quirked an eyebrow at that, watching as Daichi ducked and dived away from each spell he cast.  “I’m afraid I don’t see how when you can’t even get close to me, Amatus,” he teased, knowing he was only riling the man up more.  “And if this what you do on the battlefield?  Roll around like a tumbleweed?  Commander Cullen definitely needs to start thinking about different training regimes for you all.”
Daichi snorted at that, knowing that Kuroo’s words weren’t anything to be taken seriously.  Much like how Kuroo knew that Daichi’s earlier jab at his magic wasn’t an honest to gods insult.  Both men respected each others tactics;.  Really, this banter was just another part of their lives.
After having rolled away from another blast, Daichi got up, dusting off his left arm.
“As if you’d actually say something like that to… oh!  Good evening, Commander Rutherford!” Daichi said instantly, his back going straight as he offered a salute, eyes locked over Kuroo’s shoulder.
Kuroo’s eyes widened at that and he instantly turned around.  “Good even-...,” he began before finding no one behind him save for a bucket headed dummy.
Uh oh.
Before he could fully turn around he felt something colliding with his body and before long he was tackled to the ground a smug Daichi straddling his hips and looking far too smug.
“Is that what you mages do?  Get distracted by tactics used on children?” he teased back, watching as Kuroo huffed under him and pushed at his chest.
“That was unfair and you know it!  Now get off me!  You smell terrible!  Rolling around in the dirt like you were!” Kuroo chided, wriggling underneath Daichi to get his freedom.
“What?!  Oh you little…,” Daichi glanced to the side of his partners head, reaching over and grabbing a chunk of ice the size of his palm from one of the earlier attacks and promptly shoving it up his partners shirt.
The squeal that echoed around the courtyard was hilarious and it wasn’t long before Daichi was laughing so hard he actually fell off his partner who promptly jumped up and began shimmying around the arena to free himself of the chill.
“You are a horrible, horrible man!” Kuroo shouted, holding his shirt out from his body and shaking it viciously before hearing the resounding thunk of the ice chunk hitting the ground.
Daichi was now at least sitting up on the ground, but he was laughing so hard the only sounds he could make were squeaks and snorts as he tried to convey how absolutely not sorry he was.
To be fair the sight was far too precious for Kuroo to stay angry and he gave a dramatic little sigh as Daichi finally started to calm.
“Oh… oh my g-gahad,” Daichi wheezed, wiping at his eyes to clear the tears of mirth.  “We should…  use that in the field.  That noise alone would shock them all so much they’d freeze and we’d have our chance!”
Kuroo narrowed his eyes at that and turned his back on the man, folding his arms over his chest.
“If you think I’m ever letting you get close enough to do that to me again you’re wrong!” he warned before two strong arms easily circled his waist, hugging him close against a broad chest.
“You were saying, Amatus?” he murmured softly against his partners shoulder, saying the endearment as best he could and causing Kuroo’s face to turn a brilliant shade of red.  Daichi’s smile only grew and he nuzzled against his shoulder.  “I see that doesn’t just work on me.”
“Andraste preserve me, you’re going to be the death of me,” Kuroo muttered, but the absolutely smitten smile on his face spoke volumes more.
“Never,” Daichi chuckled, hugging the man just a little bit closer.
The world may be falling apart around them, but as long as they could continue to find these little moments with one another, find a way to stay connected and stay strong… they could make it through anything.
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irinasaki · 3 years ago
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Hi I was wondering if you could do scenario where Kenma, kuroo, ushiwaka and Tendo (separately) catch someone trying to take a picture up their fem s/o’s skirts.
Shouldn't Have Done That
A/N: Hey there @demonbitterbite Sorry if it took two months (and it might not be what you had in mind) but it's here now! It's long overdue and I think this ended up with them being ooc but hope you enjoy!
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Kozume Kenma
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Having Kenma as your s/o meant at some days, there would be game store dates. And today was no different as the two of you rushed towards the usual store. You don't mind though, it was fun doing the things he likes to do.
"Calm down, Kenma. It won't run away even if we're a bit late." You let out a chuckle as the boy dragged you by the wrist.
"But the game would go out of stock. Today's the release date and almost everyone in the forum's coming down to buy it." He replied without as much as looking back at you.
"Geez, you and your games... Well, as long as I get to play too." He let out a huff and what you assume was an eye roll from your position behind him.
"It's meant to be played with multiple people, anyway."
Arriving, the place was packed but you noticed that not everyone was aiming for a particular shelf that your boyfriend had been eyeing since he stepped his right foot in. Hurriedly, the dyed-blonde-haired male grasped your hand tightly in his, pulling you near him.
"Stay close to me and don't... let go," The setter muttered, red slightly painting his cheeks and neck as he shifted his weight from the right to his left foot, "We don't want a repeat of last time."
"Hey! It was only one time and I even made you an apple pie as an apology."
In his eyes, the current situation was like a game. He just needed to avoid the others and get the item while also protecting you from straying far away from him. It took a few long minutes, bumping into sweaty bodies and unexplainable odors before finally, the newly-arrived, open-world RPG videogame was in his hands.
"Did you get it? Please tell me you got it or else I'll have Tetsurou carry his ass over here because we are not--" You spoke first, going on your toes to look over his shoulder when he turned around and waved the item in front of you.
"I got it. I grabbed three just in case their multiplayer function ended up being a joke," Kenma then tucked it away under his arm, "By the way, did you need anything from here before we go?"
"Ah, that's right! I think I saw that gaming console I've been eyeing for a week now--"
It was the sound of a shutter that made you stop. You're not sure whether it was close to you or not but, you were sure it was. You could even feel the fumbling of the person behind you as you eyed Kenma for help.
But he was just silent, glaring so hatefully at the guy behind you as he pulled you behind him, "What are you doing?"
The stranger flinched and was about to run away when he bumped into a customer, stumbling on his feet before falling on his ass, the phone laying beside him. The setter bent over, took the phone, and pocketed it. It was a sigh of relief to see that he now held nothing over you but your boyfriend still wasn't satisfied.
He was pissed off, his normally composed face contorted in disgust as his golden orbs stabbed daggers at the stranger. To the man, it felt like the weight of the whole world was on his shoulders and that heaven dumped it on him on purpose just because he made the mistake of taking a picture under your skirt.
But then, Kenma decides that this person is not worthy of his attention. He needed to check up if you were alright and he did. The man took this opportunity to flee, not after tripping on his own two feet.
"Are you okay?" Your nod was just enough for him to calm down, that was before you heard him grumble.
"What?" There was a pause before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him.
"Nothing. This is why I don't interact with people, they're idiots." That earned him a laugh from you. And in his head, he felt like he got himself an achievement for making you laugh despite the situation earlier.
"But I thought the reason was that you're not good with them?" He wants to look at you, to glare for knowing the true reason why he doesn't want to interact but he can't. He knows he can't because he's sure he'll fall all over again for being someone he'll step out of his comfort zone for.
And so he grumbles again, keeping his thoughts to himself, "... Let's just go before someone decides to attempt another stunt like that again."
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Lately, Kuroo Tetsurou had been busy with work that it was hard to even keep the conversation between the two of you strictly personal and not work-related. So in return, you decided to surprise him. Wearing your best outfit, you waited just outside the building where he was having a meeting at.
"Geez, how long will his meeting even drag on?" You huffed, checking on your phone once more, "Said he'll be out in a sec but makes me wait for ten minutes."
Before you arrived, you had messaged him asking for the time he'll be off work and if he could meet you for lunch. And now, here you were, ten minutes later, listening to your favorite band while you wait. With a sigh, you just hoped that he'll be out before you cancel the surprise.
"Hey," You jumped in shock as a young man taps you on your shoulder, "Sorry. Is this the building for the Japan Volleyball Association?"
"It is."
"Oh good, I was worried that I got it wrong again," The man chuckled as he positioned himself beside you, "Is it okay if I wait here with you?"
"Uh, no, no. Go ahead!" You smiled, turning your attention away from him to your phone and occasionally, the entrance of the building.
It was peaceful for a while until you saw a figure in your peripheral. The tall and lean man with his muscular frame walked towards you, his cat-like pupils staring right at you and his lips curved into a smile. You were about to run over when he signaled you to stop, a finger on his lips to tell you to be quiet. You nod, confusion settling in.
"Oho ho ho, what's this I see?" In a flash, Kuroo's hand gripped onto the male's wrist beside you, "You know, it's not nice to take upskirt photos of other people, especially if that person happens to be my s/o."
"Let-let go, man! I'll delete the photos just let go!" The man struggled, pulling himself free from your boyfriend as well as the menacing look he was giving him.
"You won't even give me a copy?" The once scheming captain asked, "I mean, I don't mind. As long as it was my phone and I have the only copy, with their permission of course."
"T-Tetsurou!"
And he laughs. He's trying to make the situation light for you because he knows how uncomfortable you currently are, even if you don't show it, "Then again, I'd prefer it if it was done in the privacy of our bedrooms and with me and my s/o as the only people present."
"Y-you're crazy!" Kuroo narrowed his eyes, his grip tightening ever so slowly you could see the man panic, "I said let go!"
And the former captain did, sending the man on his ass and the phone in between them. The black-haired male took a few steps forward, bending over to pick up the item, "I'll be keeping this if you don't mind."
He then turns to you, a smile still present on his features. He placed his arm around your shoulders as he guides you away from the man, "Tetsu..."
"Sorry 'bout that, kitten. Are you okay now? Did he do anything else?" As you shook your head 'no', he seems to release a breath he was unknowingly holding, "Good, good. Do you still want to go to that reservation you planned?"
"Yeah-- wait, how'd you know?"
"You don't usually dress up in your favorite, looking all dolled up and pretty just for a simple lunch date, love," With his voice near your ear, a shiver ran up your spine. He was doing this on purpose, was he? "Besides, I know I've been busy lately. So, how does me making it up to you for a whole week sound?"
It was supposed to be you surprising him but with the offer present, you won't even complain, "Sure!"
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"Toshi!" He turned at the sound of your voice from among the crowd. His brows furrowed, confused for a moment because he was sure that you were still in class, "Toshi!"
And there it was again. His teammates are still talking and he's not so sure if his mind was playing tricks because he misses you and wants you right beside him, watching his match.
Then a weight took him by surprise, settling itself on his back. Giggling soon followed as the arms that situated themselves on his neck slipped, wrapping around his waist instead, "Surprise!"
"(y/n), what are you doing here?" The question first popped into his head as soon as he saw your face.
"Classes ended surprisingly early so I thought, why not surprise you? Had Satori on it too just so I could find out where you guys are and here I am!" A chuckle left the captain's lips as he raises his hand to ruffle your hair.
"I'm glad," There was that smile he often showed you on his face, "The game just started so there's still time before ours start."
"Great! I was thinking we could grab something for you and--- sorry, and the team to eat, what do you think?" Looking up at your boyfriend, you could see the way his eyebrows were forced downwards, a frown on his lips, "Toshi? Is there something wrong? Oh, would Coach Washijo get mad at you guys if we did?"
He didn't answer. You wondered what was wrong, was it because of the person who bumped into you just now? But it didn't make any sense for Ushijima to get mad at something so simple. The venue was packed with players, media personnel, and fans that not bumping into one would be the hardest thing to do.
Suddenly, Tendou came over to the two of you. The words you were about to say left as soon as you saw the same look on him. Was there something that you weren't aware of?
"What do we have here?" The redhead slung his arm around the person behind you, his voice was loud and taunting. In the stranger's hand, you noticed something moving.
It was a phone, with the camera on selfie mode. You shrieked, covering your skirt once you realized what was happening. The dark olive-brown-haired captain pulled you behind him, walking towards the culprit.
Ushijima offers his hand, palm facing up. The stranger looking at it, confused. Tendou nudged him, gesturing for the phone in his hand to be handed over to his captain.
"Thank you. But you shouldn't do something like that in the future," Your boyfriend says as soon as the device was in his hand, "It's my s/o's first time watching our match during the nationals and I'm sure you made their experience rather uncomfortable."
"Now now, Wakatoshi-kun. Don't need to rub your relationship in on the poor guy." The middle blocker teased.
"But I wasn't? I was only stating a fact."
"Hmm, why don't our friend here come with me for a bit?" Tendou pulls the person closer to him before snatching the phone from the ace, "Let's go!"
Ushijima turns to you, brows furrowed once more. He was thinking and you're not quite sure what it is about. So you stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. This seemed to snap him out of his thoughts.
"Sorry."
You shook your head, "It's fine. Thank you though. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have even noticed."
"Are you alright? Feeling uncomfortable?" You shook your head no again.
"I'm fine now." And so was he. Everything's fine as long as you are too.
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It was one of those days where he would be free from the responsibility of work so, Tendou took it as a chance to take you out on a date.
The city of Paris offered so many options for him but he knew it wouldn't be as romantic as seeing the evening view of the cityscape on top of the Eiffel Tower. He could even see it now. That's why he called for his sweet s/o to meet up with him by the park near the tower.
"Satori!" You called out towards the redhead, his figure leaning on a wall, "Sorry I'm late, I overslept and—"
"It's fine. You're here now, aren't you?"
He had donned his usual attire back when the two of you were still teenagers and living in Japan. That was years ago and yet you feel like he hadn't changed a bit—except the hair, that is.
"So, where to? Assuming that you've got something planned since you called me over," Though, looking at the smile on his face made you think otherwise, "B-but it's fine if you hadn't! We could just walk around and talk about whatever. I heard you got called in for a television show, right?"
The redhead laughed, ruffling your hair in delight, "Relax (n/n)-chan, I've got it all planned out! I wouldn't call you if I hadn't unless... you wanted to do something else? Just the two of us?" He leaned closer, nose almost touching yours. Tendou straightened up, laughing once again after seeing your flustered expression, "Just kidding, (n/n)-chan! Ouch hey, sorry! I was only joking!"
If he was being honest, he could just stare at you all day and forget about the date he had planned. you were in your best outfit and not the usual shirt-and-jeans combo you wore at work. The sun was halfway down when he took you by the hand and pulled you in the direction of the tower. The walk would have been smooth if it weren't for two men coming over and stopping you.
"(y/n), It's nice to see you here!" You recognize one of them as your co-worker. You sighed, catching the attention of Tendou, "You look extra lovely today."
"Thank you, Benard. It's... nice to see you here too," There was that look in his eyes that he always had when you were near and in the last minute decision, you plan on to stop the nonsense once and for all, "Oh, this is Satori. He's my boyfriend."
There was this shift in his stance when you introduced your s/o to him. You chose that shaved redhead instead of him? "And are you two off on a date?"
"We are, actually—"
"How about you hang out with us instead?" The abrupt words of your co-worker's friend cut yours off, "I'm sure you'll have a great experience with us. And maybe a photograph of what you're hiding down there as a reward?"
The man already had his phone in hand when Tendou pulled you beside him with an arm around your waist and a sardonic smile on his face that easily made the two uneasy. His dark red hues staring straight at them, at their soul that made them want to run away but their feet stayed glued to the ground.
"Satori..." You pulled at his jacket sleeve, not wanting the situation to escalate any further, "Let's go."
"Ah, I almost forgot! We'd be late if we stay here any longer," He brought you closer to him, walking away. But then he paused, looking back at the two who froze once more, "Let's meet up again! I'd like to know what you have planned for you and my s/o's hang out."
Neither dared to speak as silence engulfed the two of you for a moment. Thoughts had been running around the chocolatier's head: had that guy been harassing you for a while now? Were you ever going to tell him about it?
"Are you okay, Satori?" His face was all scrunched up in annoyance and you have no way of knowing what's going on in his mind.
He huffed lightly, "I should be asking you that."
"Well, I'm fine. And I don't think he'll bother me anymore after this, thanks by the way!" You smiled and yet there was still a bit of doubt.
"You're not just saying that, right?" And when you shook your head no, he lets himself relax, "Then, let's get our date started!"
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Up at the top of the tower, you are in awe of the night view of the city. The wind blew lightly as you gripped the jacket he placed around you earlier closer to your body. You looked back at your boyfriend who had a smile on his lips.
"This is amazing! I love it!"
He stood beside you, one hand on your shoulders and the other in his pockets, "Glad you are. After what happened earlier, thought you deserve a little bit more than this."
"But nothing happened, Satori. You stopped them before they could and I'm glad you were there with me." His one-arm embrace was strong yet gentle.
"Anything for you, my paradise."
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corvidsinatrenchcoat · 3 years ago
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gamer bokuto
i feel like bokuto would be unexpectedly good at video games
not even in the sense that he plays them on his own or has a particularly strong passion for them - he just gets invited to play with kenma and kuroo once and to the surprise of literally all of them he destroys kuroo at mario kart and takes second to kenma. 
which, of course, piques kenma’s interest, so then they start playing different games. (kuroo does not pout the first time kenma invites bokuto over without inviting kuroo)
(kenma does not tell kuroo that bokuto is more fun to play games with just to see kuroo pout)
he’s okay at first-person shooters; his aim is impeccable and he’s appropriately aggressive and defensive, but he just doesn’t care about the stats of the weapons if they don’t sound/look cool. 
he’s really good at rpgs, but only if kenma doesn’t give advice. if he tries to tell him about the possible combos, or what weapons/armor sets work best, then it all goes downhill so fast
mostly to see how bokuto reacts (later reflection will reveal that kenma should not have been surprised) kenma introduces him to romance games. bokuto, it turns out, is a natural at wooing when he knows that’s the goal. he’s good at letting the conversation flow, even between a fictional character, and he’s good at navigating conflict. he’s perceptive and wholesome and flirty.
(kenma texts akaashi and apologizes for ever doubting bokuto’s social skills)
(akaashi is confused but appreciative)
bokuto particularly enjoys stardew valley, satisfactory, and the portal games. bokuto and kenma play the co-op portal game and honestly it’s the most functional train-wreck ever.
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shibaraki · 3 years ago
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Relationship headcanons
Character: Kozume Kenma Genre: SFW, fluff A/N: Still on my haikyuu bs I promise I’m doing Midoriya. But, it’s Kens’ turn! All gender neutral and no mention of body type etc, everyone needs a kenma bf (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ‿ˆc)
You were someone Kenma had known for a very long time, so he hadn’t realised the extent of his feelings for you until someone else (namely: Kuroo) pointed it out. He never felt he needed to do introspection on your friendship dynamic because it had always felt that way to him - there was no sudden realisation that he was in love with you. He guesses he was just always in love with you. Once it clicks, he notices that he’s always gravitating toward you, looking over at you, wondering what you might be doing, wanting your opinion on everything, missing you.
Doesn’t really use pet names for you, opting to call you by your name fondly. Though he does call you ‘love’ in private sometimes. You however, have plenty for him, puddin’, pudding cup, kitty, baby, and sweetie are just a handful of them. Some definitely make his nose scrunch up a bit, but he lets you get away with them and doesn’t care if you use them in public. 
It’s a running joke between all the Nekoma alumni that Kenma is like a cat but there is some truth to it. If he wants your attention he will often just stand in the doorway of a room and wait until you notice, or stare at you until you feel his gaze. This is typically because he doesn’t want to interrupt whatever you’re doing but he also enjoys quietly watching you do little mundane tasks especially if you’re in his home, he finds it really domestic. 
The cat-like behaviour extends to asking for affection. It’s not that he thinks it’s embarrassing but still he would prefer not to ask you verbally especially in public. So he has a habit of rubbing his face into your shoulder or tapping your thigh lightly when he wants you to give him some loving. He loves when you play with his hands, though admittedly it can’t happen as much as he would like because his hands are hardly ever empty given his job. But when they are, you’re always holding them, smoothing your thumb over his knuckles, feeling out the dips in his fingers and kissing his palms. He can be surprisingly clingy with you.
Kenma is not a fan of outrageous PDA. He trusts you implicitly and knows you love him, he has never felt the need to ‘show what’s his’ or stake his claim on you. So he doesn’t really understand why his friends all groan, telling him to ‘stop being gross with you’ or ‘go somewhere private!’ when you’re on the opposite side of the room - it’s not like he’s all over you. No, it’s all over his face instead. He’s oblivious to the lovesick expression he’s constantly sending your way. 
As a streamer, youtuber and CEO, Kenma is busy and carries a lot of responsibility, both to his employees and the audience watching him. You’d both had a discussion about keeping your relationship private and decided that while you wouldn’t be involved with his content it doesn’t mean you would be his little secret. His regular audience, especially his stream viewers, know of you and have seen you on a few occasions in passing as you had greeted him or brought him food during long playthroughs. He’s pleased to note that the majority of his fan base is respectful of you, using the heart emote in chat when they realise you’re talking to him off to the side during streams. They also drown out any negative comments about you, not wanting Kenma to become even more private than he already is - they love seeing glimpses of his personal life.
He loves playing games with you. He was dead set on finding out what kind of games you like - puzzle? action? adventure? rhythm? otome? - and after knowing, he makes a point to play those games with only you in his down time. If you ever mention wanting to play an online RPG with him, two days later he will be presenting you with an account that he’d levelled up from scratch for you. You both enjoyed animal crossing when it was released, however after Kenma put in hundreds of hours now he only goes on to read the postcards you send him and clean up his town. One thing he DOES play with you consistently is stardew valley, especially when the multiplayer was released. The amount of farms this guy has had is ridiculous.
Kenma is a quiet guy and he’s the best listener. He’s aware of his surroundings, sometimes even too aware, and he’s always listening to what is being said even if it appears that he isn’t interested. Bystanders might walk by you both on a date and feel bad for you because you’re animatedly telling your boyfriend about something that happened and he’s playing some game on his phone, but you know he’s heard everything. On one occasion you had gone quiet, feeling insecure that you were talking too much and he’d looked up immediately asking why you stopped talking.
Kenma can read your body language pretty well, the same way you can read his. He notices when your eyes are dull or bright, if your shoulders lift a little toward your ears defensively, if your jaw tenses, if your mouth lifts or flattens, if you’re picking at your nails anxiously, if you’re pressing your thighs together, you’re like a textbook he has revised over and over. That being said - he won’t say anything about it unless you bring it up first. Instead, if you’re sad he’ll suggest doing something that he knows you enjoy, if you’re anxious he’ll offer a distraction, and if you’re needy he’ll, well, often times pretend he hasn’t noticed because he enjoys teasing you.
He will support all of your endeavours and interests wholeheartedly. However he doesn’t really get involved himself, he sees hobbies as something you do for yourself and doesn’t want to encroach on your personal time. What he does do is fund those hobbies. Need new tools, brushes, paints, thread, material, prints, etc - he’ll buy it. Kenma is not an extravagant gift giver, he doesn’t give you expensive jewellery or tech or clothing as he finds it distasteful. But he will always put money toward your successes. If it’s for that, the bank is limitless
When he does buy you things for the sake of spoiling you, it’s usually a ‘one of two’ because he loves matching with you. Matching switch covers, matching phone cases, matching hoodies, matching slippers, the works. He loves when someone points it out and you proudly show off his gift with a grin on your face. 
Planned dates are usually stay at home dates which you both preferred. You don’t mind because they’re never boring and never the same. One day you might be cooking the meal to eat together, or even baking something. Some days Kenma will have your favourite food delivered and others he will order a bunch of different foods you’ve never tried for a home buffet. You have movie nights, or nights that you binge watch random shows together. It’s during those nights that Kenma will pull all his guest futons and pillows out to the main room to make a little nest for you. 
Impulsive dates will usually happen after he has streamed or when he has finished work late. Those ones are exciting because what you do is all up to Kenma and you won’t know where he’s taking you. One of your favourite impulse dates had been when he found out the aquarium was having a late night event. Walking through the glass tunnels in darkness hand in hand surrounded by glowing jellyfish, Kenma had told you he loved you for the first time. 
Kenma doesn’t like phone calls - so don’t call him unless it’s an emergency. He’s a pro when it comes to texting, though. Has his messages and discord chat on his desktop so if you pop up in the corner he replies almost right away at any time of day since his work is mostly on his computer. He seems short or blunt in text as he doesn’t use emojis or emoticons and usually abbreviates his words but you’ve never minded unless you couldn’t understand it. Your boyfriend is well versed in the internet after all, he’s usually a day or two ahead of you in terms of memes and trends. He loves to send you articles he thinks you’ll like, pictures of baby animals, videos that made him laugh and ugly selfies of Kuroo that he has in a folder. 
When you were just friends he had been pleasantly surprised to find that you were an exception to his ‘social interaction drains me’ problem. He never tires of being with you or talking to you, he actually dreads having to leave you. Then there had been a night early on in the relationship which you’d both stayed up all night texting, never running out of things to say, which had never happened to him before. Now you’re the one he goes to when he needs to recharge, pushing his head into your chest and feeling the knots in his stomach loosen when you rub your cheek on the top of his head.
Overall, your relationship with Kenma is described by the words secure, nurturing and sentimental.
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ichigoromi · 3 years ago
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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐊𝐨𝐝𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐞𝐧 | 𝐊𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧
AHHHH I've been wanting to write about Kenmaaaaaaaa
This is the day!
I hope you guys will like it!
Pairing: Kozume Kenma (Timeskip) x fem reader! (she/her)
Genre: romance, fluff
Warning (s): none!
Enjoy!
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Kozume Kenma
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How did the most introverted person get a girlfriend before his extroverted best friend?
Nobody really knows, but it all started with games.
You started streaming when you were in high school and gained quite a bit of following on the streaming platform.
While streaming, you barely show your face and mainly plays RPG games.
You mostly played solo and rarely do any collaborations.
When you got into college, sponsors start to reach out to you, and you were getting popular.
Many teams tried to recruit you, but you don't play competitively since you mainly played just for fun.
Then, another creator was becoming really popular as well that goes by the name Kodzuken.
His channel was steadily growing every day, and you were on the lookout for him, so you reached out to him for a collab, since you two played similar games.
It was awkward at first, but you two gradually broke the ice and become more friendly with each other.
After that collab, other gamers, Vtubers and more sponsors (🤑🤑🤑) approach you for collaborations.
On the third collab with Kodzuken, he allowed you to call him Kenma, his real name, instead of his username.
You met him offline after doing six collaborations with him, and boi was he gorgeous.
At first, it was pretty quiet, but you two opened up after getting ice cream.
It was getting pretty late, and he asked if you wanted to stay over at his place since your place was quite far away.
So, you two stayed up playing the switch, and you ended up falling asleep on his lap.
He was screaming internally when you fell asleep so naturally on his lap.
Kenma has been an avid subscriber of yours ever since you started streaming in high school, and he low key has a crush on you.
You woke up immediately when you realised that you fell asleep on his lap.
After you two had breakfast, he drove you home, and you thanked him.
You and Kenma became closer and often met offline, and you start to fall for him.
It has now been about a year since you first knew Kenma, and you confess to him first.
He was shocked, and he turned into a blushing mess.
It took him a moment, but you two started dating then.
Dates were mostly at his house since you two hate going out, but he was shocked when he learned of your hobbies other than gaming.
Other than home dates, you two would go out to the local pottery studio to learn, more like you teaching Kenma since you have been to this studio for quite some time.
Only his best friend, Kuroo and your older brother know about this relationship.
You wanted to keep the relationship private, and Kenma is all for it.
On weekends, he would give you his hoodies and shirts to wear to campus for your classes.
He often sneaks superchat donations into your streams under his side account and often hangs at your place while you stream.
After you finish streaming, you two would cuddle, and he loves kissing your chubby cheeks.
Although he doesn't say much, he expresses his love through his action.
He accompanies you shopping and secretly pays for your stuff.
Our boi Kenma doesn't really care about how much you weigh, as long you enjoy your food.
He loves seeing you smile, and when you are with him, there's never a dull moment in your relationship.
The day that your relationship accidentally got exposed to the world was just one minor mistake.
You were doing a homework stream, where you do your own assignments and projects with your viewers, mostly students like you, burning the midnight oil. Your hair was up in a bun and in one of Kenma's hoodies.
While you were busy with one of your assignments, you didn't notice Kenma coming into your room.
The chat was blowing up, but you were so focused until Kenma tapped on your shoulders.
"When did you come in? You're like a cat! Make some noise when you come in..."Then it dawns upon you that you were streaming, and now your viewers know that you two are more than friends.
Kenma was having fun with your reaction. Honestly, he doesn't care because he knows sooner or later, one of you will slip up, and it was you. You were confused and don't know how to respond.
"Ah, the two of us are dating; it's not fake news." He leans down to kiss your cheeks and head out of the room.
You sat in your chair in shock and gaped at your computer screen.
"That's enough internet for today~; see you guys next time!" You abruptly end the stream.
Kenma looked up from his phone when you sat down beside him and lets out a deep sigh.
"That was not how I plan to announce our relationship...You really have no fear, huh?" He shook his head and smirks at you playfully. You pout and gets into his embrace, and he wraps his arms around you.
He got to admit, that was pretty bold of him, but what's done been done.
"Alright, I'm sorry for doing that. Wanna get some pizza?" He tries to comfort you, but you were scared to check your phone now, and you know your manager would be calling you.
You reached out to your phone and turned it off.
"Okay, get me pizza. Gosh, Kenma, AHHHHHH!" He laughs as you complain about how his fans were going to kill you and how you two kept it private for so long, and he exposed it in such a way.
Not that you blame him, but it caught you off guard, and you felt timid.
"Ah, maybe I should just quit streaming. Kenma, you need to start supporting me when I quit streaming. Okay, now you have to be my sugar daddy." Now, he cannot stop laughing at you.
You looked up and frowns at him.
"What are you laughing about?" Kenma pulls you to his lap.
"I'm just laughing about how you are overreacting. It's going to be okay and if you do quit streaming, I'll support you. Now, do you wanna play the new game?" He hands you a controller.
"Ugh...I hate that you're right. Fine, let's play this game. I've been waiting for weeks to get my hand on this release!" You sat between Kenma's legs.
He kisses the top of your head and pats your legs to reassure you that it will all be fine.
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AHHHHHHHHH~! It's done, my first Kenma headcanon! I hope you guys enjoyed reading this! It's not really my best work but I still hope you guys enjoy this! Thank you for reading!
Stay safe and healthy!
With love,
Rosalie🍓
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chaoswithinstars · 3 years ago
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game time [Kozume K.]
CW: dom!reader, kinda voyeurism/exhibitionism, Kuroo and Yaku on the other line
Getting back home from a difficult day at work was a blessing. Your spirits lifted immediately at the familiar sounds of an RPG or whatever shooter game your boyfriend was playing now. You leave your shoes in a mess, padding over to the “office” room and stare at the chocolate haired man. Kenma startled when your arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind, those pretty catlike eyes blinking up at you before a small but brilliant smile lit up his face.
“Welcome home.” His voice is that soft whisper, gentle and you can’t help but kiss him.
Kenma hums against your lips, pulling back to his game long before your touch and affection starved persona wanted. Hands on hips, you pout at the back of his head before an idea comes to you. Kenma is focused on the game, talking to his teammates, and doesn’t notice you get down on the floor until you’re right between his legs and your hands are caressing his thighs beneath the hem of his old high school shorts. Kenma stares at you, mouth open to say something but a finger on your lips stops him. You twirl a finger and Kenma rolls those pretty golden eyes of his, immediately focusing on the game.
You’re pressing kisses to his right thigh, exchanging them for sucks and tiny bites. Kenma’s skin blooms with traces of your attention, the colour already bright red. His muscles twitch the closer you get to his crotch. A glance upwards shows a marvelous sight of Kenma’s flushed face and eyes like burnt gold staring down at you. His lips are moving as if he’s whispering something. A part of you wants to ask him what he’s saying, the other wants to hear him get louder. So you mouth at his hard dick through the fabric, licking and sucking until his breathing is audible.
One of your hands sneaks upwards, beneath his top to scratch and feel his chest, to play with his nipples. Kenma lets out a whine, a sound so sweet you can’t help but release him from his pants, caress his length and kiss it while your name spills from his lips in a whisper. His squad members are saying hello and you reply with laughter in your voice, hands stroking Kenma slowly. You talk with them, joke around with familiar sounding men while he squirms and tries to play his game. Your lips quirk upward just before you give Kenma’s dick a good suck, tongue dipping into the opening. He can’t hold back a sinful moan, hands slapping over his cute mouth.
“… Please tell me (y/n) isn’t sucking you off.”
“That you, Tetsu?” You cackle, sitting up on your knees a bit. “What if I am?”
“What a naughty kitty you are, Kenma.” Tetsuro’s familiar drawl caressing those words makes Kenma whimper, hands now covering his whole face. “Do you like it when she’s pushing you to the edge when you’re playing games, hm? When she’s taking your dick and you have to be silent? Or did you moan like a cute little slut now because the team is listening?”
Kenma groans, long and loud, hips bucking into your hand. Kuroo keeps talking, words forming a scenario which you almost follow to a T. You can hear the others over the speaker, teasing Kenma while you do the best you can with your mouth and hands. You drag your teeth ever so gently over his dick, tongue soothing the light burn left behind. You watch his face, the frustrated tears in the corners of his pretty eyes, listen to his sweet pleas and whimpers of your and Kuroo’s names.
“Should we let him cum, Tetsu? He’s looking awfully pretty, so fucked out… Our Ken is such a pretty kitten, moaning for us. You should see him now, Tetsu.” There’s laughter in your voice, poorly hidden as you describe. “There are tears in his eyes. I bet we could make him beg, baby.”
“Do you wanna cum, kitten?” It’s Yaku speaking now, sounding amused but also very, very breathless. You could imagine the former libero jerking off to the pretty sounds Kenma was making. “How bad do you want it?”
“Pleasepleaseplease lemme cum! I wanna cum so bad! I was a good kitty, mommy, I swear…” Kenma’s voice breaks and his tears spill over as he looks down at you. “I was good, please mommy.”
You break easily, never really able to deny anything from Kenma for a long time. You’re on him in a flash, clothes thrown somewhere. You straddle his lap with ease, guiding his dick into your wet heat. His pretty eyes roll into the back of his head, fingers digging into your hips as you ride him. Kenma is babbling incoherently, words broken off with moans and whimpers. The chair is creaking beneath you, adding to the symphony of sounds all around you.
You are so close to the edge, you can feel your own movements get out of control and you lean your forehead against Kenma’s, staring into his eyes as you chase release. Kenma comes first, hips bucking up into you. You can feel him twitch inside of you, filling you up with his cum. The voices in the background don’t matter, they’re ignored for the sake of your and Kenma’s pleasure. Your climax hits you and you unravel, his name just a breath on your lips as you wrap yourself around him. You press sweet, gentle kisses all over his face, giggling when he whines because you’re not touching his lips.
“You okay, baby?” You whisper, cupping his face in your hands, thumbs caressing his cheekbones.
“Mmm.” Kenma hugs you, hiding his face in your neck.
“Up for a shower?”
“Yeah.”
Slowly, you stand up, stretching and your joints pop. You can feel his cum start to slide out of you and you have to stop yourself from fingering it back into you. Instead, you help Kenma stand and walk hand in hand with him to the bathroom. You wash each other, exchanging places beneath the warm spray.
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“It was like wham, bam, thank you ma'am.” Kuroo broke the silence. “And she didn’t even bang us!”
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sickfic-with-kiko · 3 years ago
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Oooh would you possibly consider writing a fic about that scenario you mentioned of Kenma getting sick during a livestream?
Heyy I was wondering if you could do one where Kenma and Kuroo are just playing games then kenma feels sick and pukes and Kuroo takes care of him🥺🥺
“Hey, everyone. It’s Kodzuken here.”
Kenma waves to his online audience, booting up his game and adjusting his headset. He’s getting ready to play the latest open-world RPG, recommended to him by his viewers and the most voted on his Twitter poll by a landslide.
The chat is immediately filled with supportive messages, most asking him who he plans to main, and some asking him where his roommate is. The roommate in question, Kuroo, is currently cooking up healthier versions of Kenma’s favourite snacks.
Kenma watches the opening cutscene of the game, blinking slowly to adjust himself to the bright light. There’s an ache building up behind his eye, reminding him of the time he’d deprived himself of sleep and tried to fill in the gaps with energy drinks. Kuroo had really gotten annoyed that one time.
“Right. I’m going to walk around and see what I can do.”
As soon as he’s placed into the fantasy world, he begins to walk around as the default character. He swings his weapon around and breaks a few crates, obtaining ore and food items. After dashing for some time, he finds himself at the edge of a cliff.
“Wait, do I take fall damage?”
Before anyone can answer his question, Kenma walks right off the edge of the cliff, watching his character flail around and the chat explode.
riri_ka: KODZUKEN NO---
pedrosenpai: you really just killed him like that…
“...Oh. He died.” Kenma chuckles, as his character respawns. He’s known to be merciless with in-game characters, sacrificing them without a second thought if it helps him win. The chat spams a bunch of crying emojis and comments, and Kenma climbs back up the cliff after some struggle with getting stuck.
He eventually gets around to reaching a village, talking to the NPCs and piecing together what the game’s objective is. As he takes in the storyline and comments on everything he does, he starts to feel a tug at his stomach.
It doesn’t bother Kenma all that much. He manages to forget about it as he’s practicing the combat mechanics, getting stuck into making combos and figuring out enemy weaknesses. “I think I’m going to main her for the time being.” He chooses a female character wielding a claymore sword, and the chat erupts once again. The general consensus is that he’s made a good choice.
He picks up his water bottle, taking a sip as he closes the character screen. His body seems to warn him that he’s done something wrong. His lunch seems to sit heavy in his stomach, all of a sudden. He takes a deep breath, believing that it’s just a wave of something mild. It doesn’t go away.
“I’m gonna try and fight one of the area bosses.” Kenma warps to an area full of enemies, dashing towards a ferocious-looking plant with teeth around the corolla. It’s good practice for reading attacks, even if it decimates his party.
amphibiansoul: uh you’re getting beat up pretty badly…
darknighthero: and there goes hot sword lady
As expected, his first attempt leaves his party resting at the nearest inn. He lets out a sigh, glad that he doesn’t need to pay any in-game currency to heal. He watches the health bars refill, and in that moment, he’s jealous of video game characters.
Kenma’s stomach grumbles, loud enough for only him to hear. He brushes it off as much as his body will allow him to, pushing the nagging ache to the back of his mind. He hasn’t even gotten two hours into the game yet. He still wants to explore a little.
He recognizes nausea sitting in his chest, enough to be annoying. “I guess I should do one of the lower rank quests.” He keeps talking, so as not to rouse needless concern. He’s going to be just fine.
Kenma is used to having stomach aches and feeling nauseous, especially after sleeping too little or eating junk to keep him going. And he’s used to riding it out, until he feels the feeling slowly ebb away. But at the back of his mind, something tells him that he’s starting to feel worse.
He momentarily looks away from the monitor, sipping some water to try and calm down his stomach. It doesn’t work, and he can feel exactly where the water is sitting. He considers quitting the stream, but he’s close to finishing his quest. He hopes his body will hang on for a little longer.
“You’re going down.”
Kenma swallows, using up his willpower to go against the end-of-quest boss. As he heals and buffs his party, he’s slowly becoming aware of the sloshing in his stomach. The bright screen doesn’t help the queasiness becoming more apparent.
walkingturtle: hey is it just me or does kodzuken look pale today?
wadacchi: kodzuken are you okay?
mustardnwasabi: you can rest if you need to, don’t feel pressured
With a groan, Kenma clutches his aching stomach. The chat is filled with worried listeners voicing out their concerns, and he realizes that faking it is only getting him so far. He attempts to address them before turning off the stream, but a sick feeling in his throat makes him freeze.
He’s going to throw up. Whether he’d suddenly gotten worse or he’d powered through it for too long, he doesn’t know. Nor does he really care. His only concern is cutting the stream and grabbing a receptacle closest to him.
Kenma feels something surge up his throat, and instinctively reaches for the trash can next to his chair. He rolls his chair out of view, hastily bending down onto the floor. No matter how sick he is, he’s not broadcasting it in full view. Warm spit pools in his mouth, dripping into the trash can. He places a hand on his stomach, feeling it grumble against his touch.
A silent gag forces up his stomach’s contents. He’s relieved he’s not a loud puker, but he’s sure that everyone has heard the splatter of vomit against the trash can. Tears prickle at his eyes from the force, and he feels his cheeks redden. He hopes he doesn’t have a fever in addition to everything.
Kenma hurriedly mutes the stream, the closest button he had managed to reach. The sense of relief is quickly painted over by another intense wave of nausea. His stomach squeezes painfully, and a buzz in his ears mutes his surroundings.
He doesn’t notice a presence beside him, until a hand begins to pat his back gently. His head snaps up, only to sink back down after another round of vomiting hits him. “Breathe, Kenma. It’s okay, I turned off the stream for you.”
Kenma wants to thank Kuroo, but he instead grimaces at the pain of his stomach having emptied itself. He nods instead, rinsing his mouth and leaning his head against Kuroo’s flank. He sees the look of surprise on Kuroo’s face, but says nothing.
He crawls over to his bed, picking up his phone and seeing countless mentions of his name on Twitter. “I didn’t cut the stream fast enough,” he sighs, letting out a breath through his nose. His mouth doesn’t taste disgusting when he breathes, at least.
“I’m sure they’re all just worried about you.” Kuroo says, attempting to be reassuring. It reminds Kenma that he’s in front of a wider audience now, that could potentially see him in less than ideal moments. He lets out another groan, squinting at Kuroo.
“What if I don’t want to be fussed about?” Kenma’s mouth forms a pout. “This is what I don’t like about being a Youtuber. I want to be sick in peace. Nobody wants to hear what their favourite YouTuber sounds like when they vomit.”
Kuroo lets out a hearty laugh, pulling the covers up for Kenma. He’s one of the few constants in his life. He cares for Kenma, and Kenma does the same. Having him is a comfort, and almost feels like a luxury.
“Well, don’t concern yourself too much.” Kuroo gives Kenma a gentle pat. He doesn’t say anything to worsen his dampened mood. He knows how Kenma neglects himself when he’s focused, and that lecturing him while he’s sick won’t help. He understands, without Kenma having to tell him.
Kenma tugs at his hoodie, before he can leave to bring him something. His eyes plead him to stay, and Kuroo responds with a loose smile. It’s the expression he uses to tell Kenma that he’s hopeless, and so is he for being utterly in love with him.
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