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“Hey pretty girl, looking good. Can you give me a smile?”

the way kenma’s head darts up-

you CANNOT tell me that kenma doesn’t have a really intimidating stare. (i mean if looks could kill you bet kuroo and lev would be dead)

kenma just straight up glares at the man with that really intimidating glare, and that was enough. he didn’t have to say anything.

the man puts his hands up in mock surrender. “What, i was just complimenting her.”

“your compliments aren’t appreciated.” kenma’s tone was sharp and blunt. 

he grabs your hand and walks over to another spot on the train. The man doesn’t follow.

kenma was on edge for the rest of the train ride. he hates confrontation but he doesn’t want you to be sexualized like that, so he’s very jumpy.

you had to calm him with a quick peck to the cheek. “I’m alright, baby. Thank you for helping me back there.”

SAKUSA

sakusa had gone to the store for some cleaning supplies (and groceries but mainly cleaning supplies) and you tagged along with him

you and sakusa were searching the shelves for the right brand of disinfectant wipes (all the other brands are bad, according to sakusa)

you turned around to search the shelf behind you to see a group of teenage boys grouped around, staring at you with lazy and creepy smiles

then one spoke up. “Let’s see what’s under that mask, hm beautiful?”

many red flags went off in sakusa’s mind. One, you were being catcalled, two they were telling you to take off your mask, three, the boys looked like they hadn’t showered in four weeks.

sakusa looked them up and over in distaste, his nose wrinkled. “People like you are disgusting,” he scoffs. “Let’s go, baby. Nothing in this isle seems clean anymore with them here.”

there’s something about sakusa’s tone of voice that is downright intimidating

he was looking at the boys like they were the legit scum of the earth, and that’s kind of scary in it’s own right

the boys kinda just stared in shock ngl

you, on the other hand, were happy to comply, shooting them a poisonous glare before running to catch up with your boyfriend

"are we really going to a different store?” you asked sakusa after you caught up with him “cause i swore i found that brand-”

“no, we’re definitely leaving. i’m disgusted they even said that.”

ASAHI

apparently, asahi’s outside appearance makes him appear scary, so you’d think no one would have the guts to approach you

correction, no sober person would have the guts to approach you

you were at the beach boardwalk with asahi. it was warm out, so you were wearing this cute, casual sundress (asahi designed it for you aww)

the dress wasn’t even that short, but nevertheless there was an obviously drunk man staring right at your butt. “That’s a pretty dress,” he drawled. “Your legs look nice under them.”

you turned around and quickly tugged your dress down self-consciously, frowning at him

asahi glanced over and his brain went into overload mode

y/n is being catcalled!! What do i do!!

asahi doesn’t want to come off as mean so he just kind of says “h-ha, thanks, i designed the dress for her,” while bringing you close and bOOKING IT OUT OF THERE

after you were far away from the guy asahi turned to you, his eyes big with concern. “Are you okay? Should we go home?”

he’d be worried that he should’ve done more to tell the man off

you just shook your head and placed a soft kiss on his nose. “i’m fine, especially because of you!”

congratulations! you have just turned asahi into a blushing mess!

OIKAWA

you and oikawa were at the mall and he slipped away to go to the bathroom 

you were just leaning against the wall, checking your phone, when out of the corner of your eye you see a man walk out of the bathroom

you thought it was oikawa so you looked up. “took you long-,” you stopped, realizing the college-aged boy that you were talking to was definitely not your boyfriend (oikawa’s breath did not smell like beer, for one)

the boy looks you over, his eyes lingering on your boobs. “ooh, looking good, honey! can you give us a little twirl?” 

“please leave me alone,” you said, looking back at your phone

“aww, don’t act that way! i was just-”

“i would really appreciate it if you left my girlfriend alone.”

oikawa had a smile on his face, but by the hard glint in his eye and the darker tone in his voice you knew he wasn’t joking

oikawa walks shoves past the man and grabs your hand. “are you okay, princess?”

he’s cooing over you while shooting poisonous glares in the boy’s direction

the boy is literally shook

he wants to say something to be cool but oikawa looks like he’ll break his face if he breathes in your direction again, so he just scoffs and stalks off

you can bet oikawa never leaves your side for the rest of the day. you tease him about it when you’re in the checkout line. “tooru, you are literally glued to my side.”

oikawa blushes just a teeny bit before leaning over. “i’m not letting anyone treat you like that,” he murmurs before placing a soft kiss on your forehead

...06: hoodies

...07: socially inadequate

...08: bullying kuroo hours

...09: subtle

...10: sictserz

...11: adults

...12: questions

...13: twink

...14: akaashi stamp of approval

SAWAMURA DAICHI - MASSAGES

karasuno is just 100% chaos and idiocy that’s why i love them sm and daichi is the only one sane enough to control them all,,, and that means he gets a lot of stress. if he’s sitting down doing homework or something and you come over and start rubbing small circles into his shoulders—he’s putty in your hands. he relaxes so quickly and lets out this embarrassing groan/sigh. (i see what ur thinking and dont u dare make this weird.) do this regularly and he’s already buying a engagement ring please he loves you sm

BOKUTO KOUTAROU - COMPLIMENTS

i wouldn’t say bokuto is incredibly insecure or in need of validation, but he does love getting appreciation for the things he does! even if it’s saying he played well after a game or saying his hair looks nice—you just tripled his ego. he’ll go over to akaashi and be like “you see that? y/n said i played well!” or “y/n likes my hair!” with the biggest grin on his face. he’ll wrap you up in one of his bear hugs and repeatedly declare how much he loves you <3

NISHINOYA YUU - BACK HUGS

it makes him so blushy and excited! if hes talking with tanaka or someone else and you come up behind him and bury your head in his shoulder he’ll literally fall in love with you all over again. he’ll get the biggest grin on his face and turn around to give you a quick kiss before finishing up his conversation and turning back to give you more attention. he’ll ask if you needed anything and gush about how cute you looked—in his mind he’s screaming about how lucky he is 🥺💗

AGENT NATEUR - asahi and yamaguchi

yamaguchi - totally heavy on skincare (he was insecure about his acne and freckles remember 🥺) and this eventually moved into general body products! So he uses this expensive looking one because he wants to smell nice!!

asahi - he only uses agent nateur for the aesthetic 😭🖐🏾 OKAY LOOK AT IT IT FITS THE NEUTRAL-COLORED MINIMAL AESTHETIC I HAVE FOR HIM BE QUIET

DOVE MEN+CARE - narita, tsukki, takeda and kinoshita

tsukki and takeda - tsukki is broke okay we all KNOW he got those headphones from the dollar store 🙄‼️ takeda is a teacher. that’s enough explanation.

narita and kinoshita - there’s a reason why they never have any screen time they basic af 👎🏾

AXE - ukai, tanaka, noya

noya - yes he wears axe but he likes pouring different things in it because he’s built different 😈💪🔥🗣🥶‼️ no it’s because he’s secretly into candles and essential oils because he likes how they smell

tanaka - REEKS of it. you’d think that with a sister he’d have a little more sense but no. tanaka lives and breaths axe. he thinks it makes him manly 🤒 sir pLEASE.

ukai - USED TOO!!! he doesn’t wear deodorant anymore LMAOOO he says “the cigarette smoke covers it up” BOY BYEEEE

ART OF SPORT - hinata and kageyama

hinata and kageyama - it’s literally called art of sport they’d jump on that 💀 they’d fight about what the best scent is too fr... chile it’s literally just deodorant it doesn’t matter that one scent is called rise and one is challenge they all do the same thing 🙄‼️

hinata forgets it every other day and because he’s too wimp to ask anyone for some he just goes without it 😭🖐🏾 BOY YOU LITERALLY STANK REMEMBER YOUR FREAKING DEODORANT OMG

kageyama is dumb superstitious so he wears the deodorant with the scent “victory” before every match and expects that to help him win 😭😭😭 bYE-

You played Smash this time, something that you picked up surprisingly easily. Kenma, however, wasn’t paying attention to the game. His eyes kept drifting back to you. You seemed more relaxed now that you were playing, but every so often your smile would drop and your eyes would unfocus.

Kenma frowned again.

Come to think of it, you only knew him for about a week—or maybe less? Why were you coming to him when it was obvious he couldn’t do much to comfort you? Didn’t you have other friends? There was Kuroo, the one who had introduced you two. (Though, now that he thought about it, Kuroo wouldn’t be much help.) Then what about your brother and his friend?

Kenma glanced over to you for what had to be the umpteenth time. He paused, considering his words, and then put down his controls. “Do you have any other friends that live around here?”

You didn’t seem as uncomfortable with the question as Kenma was, even offering a smile smile. “Apart from you, Kuroo, Hajime and Oikawa? No, not really. Why?”

“No reason.”

You shrugged. “Now that I think about it, it’s kind of weird, y’know? As a kid I basically clung to Hajime, meaning I was friends with Oikawa too. I haven’t really been the type for friends, per se?” You frowned. “Does that make sense?”

“No, I understand.” It was like that with him too—apart from you, Kenma’s closest friends were probably only Kuroo and Hinata. Everyone else was a mutual friend or an acquaintance.

“And whenever I need something, I would turn to Oikawa or Hajime. It’s actually weird for me to be coming here now. But,—” your voice became more solemn, “the thought of being in the house with Hajime and Oikawa just felt… suffocating. Being around you calms me down, I guess?” Your eyes widened at that statement, as if you didn’t mean to say it aloud.

Kenma ducked his head, wishing his hair was down so it would hide his blush.

You felt comfortable with him—and Kenma did too. Whereas talking to others gave him anxiety, he found himself easily being able to talk to you. (It was ironic, how easy it was for Kenma to talk to you but still not able to comfort you.)

His mind floated back to the conversation he had with Hinata. Kenma’s eyebrows furrowed. Did Hinata ever ask you about him? He glanced over to his phone, only to remember as he reached for it that you were still sitting there.

“Can you give me a second, Y/n?” Kenma asked, swiftly tucking his phone in his hoodie’s pocket.

You looked up with him with startled eyes. “Uh, sure! Go ahead.”

Kenma ducked into the hallway, pulling out his phone. Sure enough, a text from Hinata glowed on the screen.

Kenma sighed and slipped back into the living room. Your expression was thoughtful, although unfocused. You continued to stroke Ankha’s fur, but more aimlessly this time.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t move an inch.

“Y/n.” Kenma’s voice was louder. He took a few cautious steps toward you, saying your name a third time. You blinked and turned to face him, giving him a startled smile. “Oh, uh, did I drift off there?”

“Yeah.” Kenma sat down and picked up the controls. He paused and turned to you again, his expression full of concern. “Are you... okay?”

“Oh.” You gave a small shrug. “I’m doing better than before.”

“You kept drifting off.”

“Oh! I’m uh, I’m thinking.” You looked away from him, rubbing circles into Ankha’s fur. “I think I want to start all over again.”

“Start…” Did you mean your art blog or something else?

You leaned your head back. “Yeah, like, start my entire life with a clean slate. New blog, new twitter, new hobbies—” e/c eyes flicked to him, only for the briefest of seconds—“new apartment, new roommates.”

Kenma played with the controls, avoiding eye contact with you. “Do what makes you happy.”

“Yeah.” Kenma’s gaze snapped back to you. You had a wistful, almost dreamy expression in your eyes, a soft smile gracing your lips. “What makes me happy.” You looked back at Kenma and the expression dropped, a sheepish smile taking its place. “Ah, whatever, lets just go back to playing!”

Kenma frowned but picked up his controls anyway, sparing you one last glance before focusing on the screen.

Two hours passed rather quickly. You played Smash for another half-hour or so before switching back to Animal Crossing. Conversation was light, comfortable, and Kenma found himself easing back into that odd familiarity he had with you. You seemed to be doing the same, but every so often you’d look over to him as if to ask something and then back out of it, turning back to your Switch. It frustrated him at first—what weren’t you asking him?—but the hypocrisy of the situation humbled him. He couldn’t ask you a simple question either.

(But then again, there was a heavy weight over his question. Six simple words-will you go out with me?—carried much more meaning than six simple words normally did. What if Hinata read the situation wrong, and you only saw him as a friend? What if you said no? What if you exited his life almost as quickly as you came?)

Eventually you set the console down with a heavy sigh and stretched your arms above your head. (Kenma glanced over at the exposed skin before he could stop himself.)

“It’s already two,” you remarked, glancing down at your phone. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really.”

“Onigiri or inari sushi?” you continued, disregarding his response. “Do you still have some leftover rice from last time?”

“I’m not-” Kenma shook his head, letting his protests die away. “Yeah.”

You gave him a small, smug smile and walked over to the kitchen, humming to yourself. The sounds of cluttering pots and pans that Kenma oftentimes forgot existed followed.

She knows me better than myself, he mused. It’s been barely a week and you were such a strong presence in his life—was it because you watched his streams? Your friendship with Kuroo? You were popping up in the most unexpected places, first behind the counter at the flower shop, now at his front doorstep meekly asking if you could stay for a while. You chose him, even when there were so many others out there.

“You’re getting soft, Kenma.” Kuroo had said that to him last night after you went home, a smirk playing on his face. Kenma had shot the dark-haired boy an annoyed glance and a bitter retort, but he saw the truth in the statement now.

Kenma let out a quiet, defeated sigh. You were doing so much for him and yet he had nothing to offer.

He had to change that.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?” You turned around to him, expectant, and Kenma realized with a sickening churn of his stomach the reality of what he was about to do.

“Is there something on your mind?”

He couldn’t even ask the real question.

Your face falls. “Yeah, there’s a lot.” You glanced away from him, rubbing the back of your neck. “I’ve been meaning to ask you a question, actually.”

Kenma held his breath.

“Can I move in with you?”

The response flew out of Kenma’s mouth before he had time to consider it—something that shocked him, because he always was careful of his words.

“Yeah.”

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❍ im so excited for what’s happening next hehe

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“Today has sucked, babe,” you said as soon as he picked up. (He answered on the first ring, so romantic of him.)

“And here I thought you had died or something.” Tsukki’s voice was flat, even over the phone. “You’re in the middle of a shift, Y/N.”

“I’m hiding in the storage closet,” you retorted. “It’s the middle of January, so the flower shop isn’t getting any customers. But that’s not the po-”

“If you get fired, don’t come whining to me,” Tsukki scoffed.

You huffed at your boyfriend. You’ve been dating Tsukki for almost three months, though you had to admit you wondered why he was even with you; or why you were with him. While you were clingy, emotional, and touch-starved, Tsukki was aloof, salty, and independent. 

Long story short, random calls in the middle of a shift to rant to him weren’t really his thing.

But you really were having a terrible day. The flower shop’s heating and cooling system was messed up, so it was freezing cold. Plus, your manager was turning down all of your suggestions for the flower shop and favoring your coworkers instead. You admit, it was a petty thing to risk everything and complain about. 

(You also admit that you might’ve been doing it to hear his soft, dark voice, but Tsukki didn’t have to know that, did he?)

“I just wanna go home,” you sighed. “Can we cuddle tonight?”

“Stop whining, and I’ll consider it.”

“I’m not whining!”

“You’re so immature.”

“Am not!”

“I’m not even going to respond to that.”

You scowled. “Kei, can you pretend you care about me for one second?”

And another thing—when you weren’t being clingy, emotional, or touch-starved, you were saying things you regretted.

But in this case, you didn’t regret it—yet.

“What?” Tsukki snapped. “That’s ridiculous.”

“I just wanted to hear yo-to have someone to rant to,” you corrected yourself smoothly, and Tsukki was too confused to notice. “I wanted comfort from my boyfriend.”

“Well at least—you know what, never mind.” You heard him sigh. “Sorry. What do you need me to do?”

Tsukki’s apology was what sent the inevitable regret. It was as if someone flipped a switch, and the regret that was bound to come from your words earlier crashed down onto your heart like a pile of bricks.

“No,” you sighed. “I’m being whiny and stupid. I’ll let you get back to your work, Kei. See you at home.”  

You hung up before Tsukki could manage any type of response and throw your phone onto a shelf.

“Can you pretend you care about me for one second?”

Why the heck did I say that? you wondered in frustration. Am I really in such a crappy mood?

You were too wound up in your thoughts to realize that you tossed your phone at a rather precariously—stack of flower pots. They crashed to the ground loudly, making you jump.

Unfortunately, your manager was standing right in front of the storage closet.

You somehow managed to not get fired, but you did put him in an even worse mood, which meant everyone was in a bad mood—and it was your fault.

You dragged your feet as you finally left the flower shop once your shift ended. In one day, you had managed to piss off your boyfriend, your boss, and your coworkers. 

Oddly, you were more worried about the fact that you had pisssed off Tsukki. 

You pushed open the door, already thinking about what you would say to him that night, when you looked up.

And stopped in your tracks.

A car was parked right outside the door. Tsukki’s car.

Tsukki was supposed to be at work until 7.

The driver's window slowly rolled down, revealing no other than your boyfriend staring at you blankly. “Get in.”

His words kicked you out of the shocked daze you were in. “I thought your shift didn’t end until-”

“I left early. Get in.”

You rushed into the passenger side before he could change his mind. To say you were shocked was an understatement. Tsukki didn’t pick you up from work unless his shift ended early—he never left early. 

You stared out the window, squirming in the uncomfortable silence that filled the car. You wanted to apologize, but you thought you would have more time to prepare. How would you even start?

A warm hand slowly slipped into your own. You jumped and turned around, shock ripping through you once you realized what happened.

Tsukki’s free hand was entangled in your own. Tsukki himself wasn’t looking, his eyes set on the road and his mouth set in a firm line.

Was that a brush of pink on his cheeks?

You swallowed your words of shock—you learned from previous experiences that he’d just take his hand away and deny everything—and smiled to yourself. 

Tsukki was holding your hand. Without you telling him to.

The stress of the day was beginning to wear off, and even though a small voice in your head was nagging at you, you were content with just staying quiet.

Not for long, though.

“So how was work anyway?” said Tsukki, glancing over in your direction.” You never got to tell me.”

Thinking of work made you think about your conversation on the phone, bringing a sick feeling to your stomach. You rested your head against the cool window and closed your eyes. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes it does,” Tsukki responded, sounding a little annoyed. The annoyance in his voice awakened a tiny thought in your mind: He’s doing this because of what you said earlier. 

You frowned. Did your words really affect him that way? You thought they just made him upset. You didn’t think you would benefit from them.

But you did say that he wasn’t showing he cared. In a really rude way, in fact. He was doing this—leaving his shift early, going out of his way to be physically affectionate, asking about your day—because you were mean to him. 

You might be clingy and desperate for attention, but you weren’t selfish enough to let that happen. “Kei, you don’t have to be doing all of this,” You said. “I shouldn’t have said what I said earlier. I’m sorry.”

Tsukki opened his mouth and closed it repeatedly, thinking of a response and choosing not to say it. “I’m doing this because,” he said finally, “even though you’re really annoying and get on my nerves a lot-”

You pouted. “Hey!”

“-I do love you, dork. I know you were in a bad mood, so I’m cheering you up.” His cheeks were bright red. “So be happy, idiot.”

A goofy smile slowly spreaded across your face. Tsukki only said “I love you” first when you were about to part ways, and even then, you were more likely to say it first. Hearing him say it now was a small thing, but it filled your heart with a giddy, bubbly sort of feeling. 

But again, you remembered your words from before, and the goofy smile on your face slowly faded into a small frown. “Kei, about what I said before-”

“I get it. You were in a bad mood,” Tsukki interrupted.

“That doesn’t excuse what I said.”

“It doesn’t matter, Y/N. You can get over it now.” The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. “Unless you don’t want to watch the movie I was going to have us watch.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait no, I want to watch a movie!”

Tsukki’s laughter was a pure, beautiful thing. It wasn’t the usual mocking laugh you’d hear when he was making fun of you or one of his friends. It was a genuine laugh. 

He turned and softly smiled at you, and you realized with firm certainty that his smile was better than any type of affection he could give you.

you didn't even hear him leave.

you cautiously brought yourself up to your feet. "kenma?" vivid white lightning illuminated the room for a split second, an ominous boom of window-rattling thunder following seconds after. an unsettling feeling washed over you. "kenma..." you said again, more cautiously.

"y/n?"

a sigh escaped your lips as kenma poked his head back into the room. "i didn't even notice you left," you said sheepishly.

kenma's lips curved into a light smile. quickly, his gaze dropped to a bundle in his hands. you followed his gaze, frowning. clothes? when you made eye contact with him again, there was the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks. "i brought you a hoodie," kenma mumbled. "'cause it gets cold."

your heart skipped. a hoodie? "oh. um, thanks."

he entered the room and awkwardly handed you a dark grey hoodie with a small logo on it. "Bouncing Ball," you murmured. "you have your own merch?"

"huh? oh, yeah." kenma's voice sounded meek (though, it always did). "is that weird or something?"

"no, not at all!" you smiled down at the grey hoodie, running your thumbs over the downy fabric. "it's soft."

you looked up and met kenma's gaze. he gave you a small smile, a little wider this time, sending the subtlest of flutters through your heart. "thanks," kenma said.

"but he does have a crush on you. the question is, do you?" you furrowed your eyebrows as kuroo’s text came to mind.

do you?

when someone's laugh makes your heart soar, or when someone's smile makes you want to cover the flustered smile on your own face, that means you like them, right?

so what if you did like him? what happens after that?

the blinding flicker of lightning and another deafening boom of thunder startled you out of your thoughts. "do you want to continue playing?" kenma asked, holding his switch.

the canceled stream. you nodded and reached for the switch sitting a little ways away from you, your mind churning. do you ask him outright? lead up to it?

"uhm, y/n?"

you blinked and turned your sheepish gaze on kenma. "sorry, i was just thinking."

"oh." a slightly uncomfortable veil of silence hung between the two of you. you mustered the last of your courage and decided to spit the question outright.

unfortunately, kenma also chose that second to speak.

"why'd you cancel the stream?" you asked as kenma said "i'm sorry that this turned out so bad" at the same time.

kenma's eyes widened and he immediately looked down at his switch. "i'm sorry," he mumbled. "go fir-"

"what do you mean, this turned out bad?" you asked, your voice incredulous. "this has been amazing!"

the sky, ironically, seems to agree, a bolt of lightning and the boom of thunder following seconds after the words left your mouth.

"but the rain," kenma mumbled. he glanced over to where punchy and ankha huddled under the couch, hiding from the storm, "and punchy escaped and we wasted a lot of time trying to find him."

"that's fine," you laughed. "that was fun!"

"still..." kenma sighed. he fiddled with the buttons on his switch for a second before looking up at you. "now what were you going to say?"

"oh." you laughed nervously. "i was just curious, you know, but i saw you canceled your stream."

kenma shrugged. "i don't want to stream with you still here, isn't that rude? plus, the storm could mess with the... y'know, connection and... stuff."

"oh." your gaze flickered from the hoodie to him. "i guess i just feel guilty that i took time away from the stream."

kenma gave you the faintest of smiles. "it's no big deal." your vision is interrupted by another flash of lightning and crash of thunder, causing ankha to meowl in fear. "we should bring them to the studio," kenma mused. "there's no windows and it's pretty cut off from outside noise as well."

you tried your best to give him what you could call an indifferent shrug, but the thought of seeing his studio was sending your heart into hysterics.

it didn't take long to get settled in the surprisingly spacious room. punchy and ankha were considerably more relaxed, even brushing your leg from time to time as they prowled around the room. you and kenma were collapsed in beanbag chairs (kenma didn't seem like he was open to conversation about why he had them) leaning over to check the other's screen as you played. you felt your breath catch every time kenma's head came inches away from yours as he bent over to observe your screen, and kuroo's daunting question would creep back into your mind, bringing a wave of anxiety that you somehow managed to quell. "worry about that later," you told yourself. "focus on this moment."

the lack of windows—or maybe the sheer fact that you were enjoying yourself—must have made it easy to lose track of time because it only seemed like minutes had passed when you saw the "2:16 AM" plastered on your phone screen.

"i'm sorry for keeping you up for so long," kenma apologized meekly as he led you to one of the guest bedrooms. "i'm a bad host."

"you shouldn’t be so quick to bring yourself down" you comment as you walk into the open bedroom. "this was great. you're really fun to hang out with, kenma."

it wasn't a lie. in fact, it was extremely far from one. you told yourself it was the lack of windows that caused you to lose track of time, but maybe it was because of how comfortable you felt with him. no matter how much your blood roared in your ears whenever he leaned in closer, no matter how much your heart would burst when you'd see a rare smile or a small chuckle. you felt content with him. you might even go as far as to say that you felt at home with him. everything he did just flooded your veins with a feeling of calm.

you wrinkled your nose. oikawa would get a kick out of that.

the light smile that rarely showed up on kenma's face made its appearance. "i’m glad to hear that. well, uh, good night. there should be blankets there and stuff but if you need anything my room is at the end of the hallway."

you nodded. "good night!"

kenma gave you a small wave before heading down the hallway. you slowly clicked the door shut and headed over to the bed, your eyes floating to the window. faint moonlight filtered in through the half-shuttered blinds, faintly distorted by the raindrops that still lingered on the window after the storm.

you smiled. you didn't even realize the storm stopped.

because of that storm, you spent almost an entire day playing animal crossing and talking with kenma, the streamer you weren't exactly sure if you had a crush on. because of that storm, you were able to meet his cats, see his gaming setup, get one of his hoodies, and play on his switch. because of that storm, you were able to see the real kenma, instead of the one you saw behind a computer screen.

the urge to check your phone suddenly overtook your mind. your hands floated to your back pocket, freezing when you felt soft fabric instead of denim.

that's right, you had put the hood of kenma's hoodie over your head while you were gaming together. you removed the sweatshirt, your fingers tracing over the white imprinted logo on the front. slowly you hugged it to your chest, breathing in the faint smell of cat fur and laundry detergent, bleach powder and newly bought electronics. you give in to the urge and take off the blouse you'd been wearing, replacing it with the slightly oversized hoodie. the sleeves flowed a bit past your wrists and the hem of the sweatshirt hung below your waist, but it was comfortable.

you took off your stiff jeans and climbed into the bed, falling asleep with kenma's scent filling your nose and his small smile engraved in your memory.

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❍ fave chapter so far :)

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❍ kenma went to sleep before 3 AM for the first time in weeks

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