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lovesatoru · 3 years ago

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this is so oh my god. i loved everything ab this💓

kenma please lay your head in my lap anytime🥺🥺

Hello! I just came across your “How He Shows You Affection” series even though I haven’t read all of them, I know all of them are good😌 I’m such a kenma simp so can I please request a kenma version🥺 thank you in advance!♥️

Our most requested Haikyuu boy! Finally done! Thank you so much for your patience everyone! I hope you like it!

Post Time Skip/Manga Ending Spoilers!

Warnings: None all Fluff!

How He Shows You Affection Master List - Character Masterlist

He Answers When You Call

Kuroo let out an annoyed huff, tapping his foot impatiently and glancing at his watch. You kept an eye on him as you chatted idly with Lev and Alisa who were telling you all about their latest modeling gig. Apparently they’d gotten a deal to model a summer line that both of them were very much looking forward to.

The rest of what you considered the former Nekoma team, the one Kuroo had led to nationals his third year was already there, all of them gathered at a nice restaurant for a reunion and a celebration of sorts, all except one. Your boyfriend was late, which was unsurprising considering he tended to get wrapped up in his games and lost track of time quite easily.

Honestly it was a miracle he’d managed to make it through school as Kenma was very much of the opinion that time was a social construct and one that should be entirely ignored. You put down a lot of his success to Kuroo, who’d dragged him along to classes, and to the fact that Kenma had actually enjoyed the programming classes he took in college, otherwise you were sure he would’ve ditched more often than not.

These days it was mostly your job to ensure that Kenma wasn’t late to things, something you didn’t mind doing, but unfortunately, you’d had things you needed to do before the reunion, so you hadn’t been able to bring him with you. You’d reminded him about it when you left earlier, but considering he’d been on his computer at the time you were fairly sure the reminder had gone in one ear and out the other.

Which of course, led to where you were now, at the restaurant sans boyfriend, who was supposed to be the guest of honor, considering you were celebrating Bouncing Ball Inc. being named one of Japan’s top ten up and coming businesses. None of the others seemed particularly bothered by Kenma’s absence, but you could tell Kuroo was sulking a bit, since he was the one who’d gone out of his way to organize everything.

On one hand you couldn’t blame him, as the former captain had put a lot of effort into this for Kenma, on the other hand Kuroo really should’ve known better. He’d been Kenma’s best friend for something close to two decades now, and it should’ve been obvious that he needed to go get Kenma himself if he wanted the other man to be anywhere close to on time.

“He’s not answering,” Kuroo announced, as he plopped down at the table with the rest of you, shooting a dirty look at the phone in his hand as if he could send his displeasure at his friend through the tech.

“He never does,” Yaku consoled, shaking his head, with an amused smile on his lips, “Sometimes I think Kenma only got his phone so he could play games on it.”

There were agreeing nods all around and a rueful chuckle from Kuroo, but you were a bit baffled at the agreement and asked, “What do you mean?”

“Kenma doesn’t answer his calls, and only rarely answers his texts,” Kai explained patiently, “he’s always been that way.”

“But Kenma always answers when I call,” you told him, truly bewildered, “And while it sometimes takes a while for him to see my texts I don’t think I’ve ever been left on read.”

“You’re kidding,” Yamamoto countered, looking extremely dubious.

“She’s not,” Kuroo told them all with an eye roll, before giving you a teasing grin, “It’s how you can tell he’s head over heels for her. It’s honestly sickening, what about me? Aren’t I his best friend?”

“He answers you more than anybody else,” Kai told the dramatic former captain soothingly, as the rest snickered at him.

“Prove it,” Yaku told you, nudging your phone toward you where it had been sitting on the table, “Call him right now.”

You felt a little awkward being called out like that, but you supposed it was your fault for asking in the first place. Thus you picked up your phone and dialed your boyfriend, putting it on speaker at the insistence of the team who were all watching avidly.

Kenma answered on the second ring, his voice low and soothing, and the team immediately erupted in noises of shocked disbelief. You quickly snatched your phone off the table, taking it off speaker and pressing it to your ear.

“What are the idiots doing now?” Kenma asked, clearly exasperated.

“Nothing, just waiting for you to get here,” you assured him.

He told you that he was on his way and would be there in less than five minutes before hanging up, and you turned back to the table where Kuroo was fake sobbing on the table, and Yamamoto and Lev were lamenting about how Kenma must hate them, since he never answered them.

Watching them you couldn’t do anything but smile, feeling warm, knowing that you were the only one Kenma would drop everything for. You hadn’t recognized it before, but now that you did you promised not to take the privilege for granted as you realized just how very much Kenma loved you.

He Lays His Head in Your Lap

You’d been casually scrolling through your phone when you felt it, a sudden and familiar weight on your thighs. A quick glance down confirmed your suspicions as you saw Kenma, his head pillowed in your lap, switch held up above his face as he continued to play, completely nonchalant about it as if he did it every day, which to be fair he kind of did.

You weren’t exactly sure how it had started, but nowadays if you and Kenma were in the same space he found a way to casually work himself into your lap, so he could be close to you and continue to play games at the same time. He never actually said anything, but he got adorably pouty whenever you had something in your lap that kept him from taking his usual spot.

He’d quietly sulk, lurking close by, and casting reproachful glances at whatever was in the way, whether that be your laptop, a pet, or simply because you had your legs bent in a way that didn’t allow him room. He’d keep that up until you got rid of whatever was in the way and then promptly settle in place the second it was gone.

It was honestly pretty cute and you never minded even though your legs sometimes fell asleep from being in the same position for so long. It was sweet that he wanted to be close to you so much, especially since you knew that outside of a few close friends and family Kenma really wasn’t a touchy feely kind of guy. He shied away from physical contact from strangers, and still sometimes cringed away at times from his friends, with the sole exception of Kuroo. That he deliberately sought you out for touch meant a lot to you.

Absently you began to run your fingers through his silky fine strands of hair, massaging your fingers over his scalp and earning a happy hum in response. This was probably the other reason Kenma sought out your lap so often, because he adored having you play with his hair. The silky strands were extremely soft despite the bleached ends he kept. It was utterly ridiculous, especially since he didn’t put in any special effort to keep it that soft, but it was so touchable and smooth that you couldn’t resist.

Idly you began to braid it back, peering into his face, and smiling despite yourself. He always made the most hilarious faces when he was playing difficult games, nose scrunching up and tongue poking out in concentration. You’d never tell him, but you were convinced it was one the reasons he was such a popular streamer outside of how very good and knowledgable he was. It was funny how expressive he could be playing games when he was usually so deadpan with his real life interactions.

“What are you smiling at?” he asked you idly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts, golden hazel eyes flicking away from his game for a second to peer up into your face before turning back to his game.

“You,” you told him honestly, tapping his nose with your finger, making him wrinkle it unhappily, shooting you an exasperated look though he didn’t bother to actually voice his protest.

“I love you,” you told him sincerely, meaning it with every fiber of your being.

“I love you too,” he assured you, pausing his game to look up at you, giving you his full attention as he asked, “But what brought that on?”

“Nothing,” you assured him fondly, leaning down to press a kiss to his willing mouth before straightening back up again and explaining, “Just wanted to say it.”

He eyed you for a moment, clearly searching for any hint of something troubling you before nodding in understanding and turning back to his game. Though he quit earlier than he usually would and turned his full attention on to you, clearly ready to return some of the affection he’d been basking in, even if he didn’t move from his place on your lap, soaking up every bit of your love and attention and giving all he could in return so you would know just how very much he adored you.

He Lets You Be His Player 2

“Come here for a second Peaches?” Kenma asked, calling to you from the other room.

You frowned a bit in confusion, well aware that he was supposed to be streaming at the moment, but figuring you might as well see what he wanted. Normally during streams you either sat quietly out of the way to watch on the special couch Kenma had set up in his streaming room just for you, or you kept out of the room entirely, only bothering him if it was a long stream and you thought he might need a refill of either food or water to keep him going.

“Ah I call her peaches because she used to always get stuck with princess Peach whenever we played Mario Cart with our friend group,” Kenma was explaining to the chat as you stepped into the room, the explanation making you smile. It was the truth sort of.

It had actually started off as a teasing nickname from Kuroo, who’d been giving you a hard time over how much you were struggling with the game at the time. You’d blamed the boys, for constantly picking on you since they apparently weren’t good enough to terrorize Kenma, and Kuroo had blamed it on your poor driving skills and Princess Peach not having good stats.

Kenma had overheard the teasing and proceeded to lay out a bet that he could defeat all of them with Princess Peach one handed, and if he did they’d have to leave you alone. Needless to say he’d creamed them all, and with the next game you’d managed to prove yourself, as it turned out you were a pretty decent driver when no one was trying to sabotage you.

However, Kenma had later quietly admitted he thought the nickname was kind of cute and suited you because of how sweet you were. Thus you’d agreed to the nickname, though only he was allowed to call you that and anyone else who tried, including Kuroo got viciously glared at and passive aggressively insulted until they stopped.

“Did you need me for something?” you prompted with a fond smile for your boyfriend who clearly had one eye on the chat and the other on the screen where he was playing a new game, one you didn’t recognize.

“Apparently this game is better if you play with another person,” he told you, spinning in his chair to give you his full attention, “Do you want to play with me?”

“You know I’m not nearly as good as you are right?” you asked a little hesitant, “And I’ll probably drag you down. Are you sure you want me to play?”

“Who else would I want to be my player two, Kuroo?” Kenma asked matter-of-fact, holding out the controller for you to take as he explained, “Don’t worry so much peaches, it will be fun either way, and I’m good enough for both of us.”

You giggled a bit at that and accepted the controller, sliding into his lap when he offered with a smile even as you scolded, “One of these days you’re going to hurt Kuroo’s feelings insulting him like that.”

“His fault,” Kenma told you with an unbothered shrug, “Besides, you’ll always be my number one choice for player two, both in games and in life, he knows that.”

You melted a bit at that, pressing an affectionate kiss to your boyfriend’s cheek, completely ignoring the way the chat was blowing up, some of the responses clearly from the former captain himself, basking in the soft fond look that Kenma was giving you before the two of you turned your attention back to his stream.

Your heart felt light as the two of you set out to take on the new game, feeling utterly loved, knowing that you were Kenma’s first choice, and more than happy to be his Player Two for the rest of your life.

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