#kenma fluff

bf! kenma kozume who uses your selfies as his icons on every single platform available. steam, codm, you name it, you’re on it.

bf! kenma kozume who edits his in game avatars to look like you because “your face is satisfying to look at.” he then proceeds to throw a fit when “you” flirt with one of the love interests available, immediately hopping off the game and finding his place in your arms.

bf! kenma kozume who boosts you everywhere. your friends wonder how you reached platinum in valorant when you can barely manage to get double digit kills. your nickname in your discord server is literally “single digits.”

bf! kenma kozume who isn’t scared of getting his account banned, so long as he defends you from the misogynistic, lame weirdos who trashtalk you. he once got banned from chat for a month.

bf! kenma kozume who has the worst luck in gacha games, so when his favorite character’s banner drops, he immediately goes to your house to make you pull.

you and kenma had mutually agreed on a private relationship prior to being a couple, so he has absolutely no idea what to say when kuroo confronts him.

“kenma, who’s that girl in your profile picture?”

the man in question only coughs, looking around uncomfortably as he looks for a way to change the subject.

the two of you were currently doing your respective tasks in your room— kenma is gaming on your pc while you sit beside him, reading a book. your headset was cheap, making it easy for you to hear everything going on in the call.

“i, uhh...”

“what, is she an idol or something?”

oof. kuroo’s not letting up, is he?

your boyfriend’s gaze finds yours, the internal panic evident in his eyes. what’s that one old saying? eyes are a window to the soul?

you chuckle as you watch him, and kenma hmph’s at your dismissal.

kuroo speaks up again, interrupting the silence. “is she from a porno...? you can tell me, man.”

you barely hold back a fit of laughter as kenma stutters, “wha— no?! how’d you even come to that conclusion? you’re weird, kuroo!”

“just saying, bro. if you’re that secretive over her, you must be ashamed of how you discovered her. i mean, i’m not judgin’, you know,” he chuckles, setting up the bait. only thing left to do is wait for kenma to bite.

but kenma’s too smart for that. well, not really. if it were up to him, he’d have been screaming in kuroo’s ears right now about how absolutely pure and beautiful you are, and how he could never, ever be secretive over you. but, to his dismay, he remembers your agreement, mentally cursing himself for even agreeing in the first place.

you were his. his wonderful, utterly kind, other worldly beautiful love of his life. the object of all his desires, and the owner of his heart, body, and soul. why shouldn’t he show you off?!

you cave. in a matter of mere seconds, the headset goes from kenma’s head to yours as you speak against the mic, “i’m his girlfriend. you must be kuroo?”

on the other end, you can hear kuroo’s grunt of disbelief. kenma?! his anti social best friend who only ever talked to like, three people including him?! THAT guy managed to bag someone as pretty as you?! well, not to be condescending, but it simply doesn’t make sense! he doesn’t even go outside!

kenma grunts too, taking the headset back. his voice is calm again, back to its original octave. “kuroo, you there?”

“man, to be honest, i just thought you wanted to catfish people!”

Boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely set aside a whole week just to spend time with you before you left for America.

Boyfriend! Kenma who nearly got on his knees and begged you to stay when you finally got to the airport. The only reason he didn't was because he knew how much you wanted to go to college there, and because a million eyes watching him embaress himself in public would haunt him in every nightmare for the rest of eternity.

Boyfriend! Kenma who made you pinky promise to call him everyday before you left.

Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had somehow underestimated how much he would miss you, who didn't know what to do without you.

Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who actually did get on his knees and beg, at somepoint during the first month of being apart, for you to turn your camera on during facetimes--despite your protests of looking bad.

Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose attendance to his own college went down without him looking forward to seeing you there, he would much rather stay on call with you as you slept though, paying attention to each little breath.

Long distance boyfriend! Kenma whose diet had devolved back into some sad form of instant noodles and takeout.

Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had stolen a hoodie of yours before you left, taking it everywhere for "emotional support".

Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had kept a bottle of your perfume or deoderant too, spraying it on his wrists and pillow whenever he missed you a little more than usual.

Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who avidly looked through airline sites to see which flight would be cheapest and if there were ever discounts, who was already saving up.

Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who genuinely stalked your socials and was the first to like any post you made. Always making sure to respond with something sweet.

Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who was indefinitely jealous of your guy friends, simply because they got to be near you and he couldn't.

Long distance boyfriend! Kenma who had already started looking into ring designs.

Boyfriend! Kenma who tripped over his own feet in his haste to get to you when your voice rang through his apartment with a simple 'I'm home".

── .✦ Summary: Kozume Kenma is down bad on stream, 50k people watch him simp.

── .✦ pairing: Kozume Kenma x reader

── .✦ WC: 1.1K

── .✦ genre: fluff

── .✦ a/n: i might be out of my writing slump again guys.... im back...

Kenma likes to think that he's a pretty humble person. He's quiet, keeps to himself and doesn't bother anyone else. If there's anything that he would take the slightest bit of pride in, it would be his gaming skills.

Now, again, Kenma is a humble guy — but statistics and KDAs don't lie. He can't help it if he's the top 1 rank in Japan in Overwatch, League of Legends, and a few other PvP games. It's all practiced skill. Kenma knew that he was the best. Admittedly, he does feel the flame of pride lick at his stomach when randoms would type in chat, just so excited to even be in the same lobby as the Kodzuken. Multiple clips of his streams becoming popular online because how the fuck is he playing like he's a rank above everyone else in the highest tier lobby? His chat floods with emotes and question marks whenever he pulls off an interesting shot. It's not even just his PvP skills. Kenma is annoyingly good at other kinds of games too. He enjoys a good souls-borne game like every other person, and when Elden Ring came out, a shit ton of clips of Kodzuken defeating bosses when they game hadn't even been out for a week took the internet by storm. So yeah, Kenma knows he's good at games.

𝄞𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ♬ his laugh: a rare melody <3

you don’t hear it often.

but when you do? god, it makes everything around you go still.

his real laugh.

not the huffs. not the sarcastic snorts. not the amused breath through his nose.

the real one. the one that escapes before he can stop it. bright and careless and beautiful.

and this time, it bubbles out of him fast, catching on the end of his sentence like he didn’t mean to let it out. he covers his mouth too late, shoulders jolting slightly as he leans forward, eyes crinkling in a way that makes your heart do something stupid.

you’ve been around him long enough to know when he’s holding back and when he isn’t. and this? this is pure. unfiltered.

a sound you want to keep hearing for the rest of your life.

he’s still laughing when you say it, soft and stunned and entirely honest:

“you have a really pretty laugh.”

his breath catches mid-laugh.

and then it hits full force. the weight of your words, the sincerity behind them. and just like that, the laugh dissolves into something quieter, more flustered. his cheeks tint pink almost instantly.

“shut up,” he says, voice cracking halfway through the word, eyes darting everywhere but at you.

you grin. “i’m serious.”

he covers his mouth with his sleeve like it might somehow hide the way the blush is blooming across his face, delicate and pink and unavoidable.

“it’s not... i don’t... why would you say that out loud?!”

“because it’s true?” you shrug, teasing, but still a little breathless. “it’s… i dunno. it suits you. 's cute.”

he side-eyes you, expression caught between offended and embarrassed and that quiet, cracking amusement you’re addicted to. “what does that even mean?”

“i mean…” you trail off, eyes on him now. his lashes, the curve of his smile, the flush spreading across his cheeks like blooming petals.

“i mean, you’re always so... guarded... or something. like, you're very serious. or stoic." you say, grappling with the right words. "and then you laugh like that and it’s just... soft? and bright. and it makes people want to hear it again. it puts me in a better mood!”

he blinks. then quickly looks away.

“…i hate you.”

you laugh. “no you don’t.”

“i might.”

you watch him try to hide the way he’s still smiling. the way the pink deepens near his ears. you want to press your thumb against his cheek just to feel the warmth there.

he exhales, shaking his head. “you’re so annoying.”

you lean in a little. “so are you. but at least you’re charming when you laugh!”

his eyes flick toward you. something unreadable behind them. and then, finally, a soft reply:

“…you’re the only one who’s ever said that.”

you blink. your chest aches.

then you say, “well, i’m right.”

and when he looks at you again, that blush still lingering like cherry blossoms in the spring, he doesn’t deny it.

he just smiles. wide. honest. pink.

and laughs again.

bnha: katsuki, shinso, dabi, shoto (sort of..?)

jjk: megumi, kamo, nanami

hq: akaashi, kunimi, tsukishima, kageyama, kenma

bllk: chigiri, rin, sae, barou

cw: suggestive content, read at your own risk.

;; boyfriend!kenma is the ultimate ‘low-battery’ cuddler. when he’s had a long day of meetings and sponsorship deals, he doesn’t want to talk. he just wants to lay his head in your lap and have you stroke his hair while the tv hums in the background. he’ll let out a long, shaky sigh, finally melting into the cushions because you’re his only safe zone.

;; ​boyfriend!kenma buys you the most thoughtful, high-tech gifts that make your life easier. if you mention your neck hurts, a top-of-the-line massager shows up the next day. if you say you’re cold, he installs smart-heating in the floors. he doesn’t always say “i love you” out loud, but your entire environment is optimized for your comfort because he’s the one controlling the settings.

;; ​boyfriend!kenma has a secret folder on his phone filled with candid photos of you. you sleeping, you laughing at a meme, you focused on your own hobbies. whenever he’s traveling for a gaming convention or a business trip, he scrolls through them to help him deal with the social exhaustion. you’re his tether to the real world.

;; ​boyfriend!kenma loves slow mornings with you. since he sets his own hours, he’ll stay in bed for an extra hour just to hold you. he likes to tuck his face into the back of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, and just drift in that half-awake state where the only thing that matters is the weight of you in his arms.

;; ​boyfriend!kenma is a sucker for parallel play. he’ll be on his switch and you’ll be reading a book, but your feet are intertwined under the blanket. every once in a while, he’ll lean over and kiss your shoulder or the top of your head without saying a word, just checking in to make sure you’re still there.

;; ​boyfriend!kenma gives you his undivided attention when it really matters. he might be a busy CEO, but if you send him a text saying you’re having a bad day, he’ll delegate his tasks to his assistant and be home within twenty minutes with your favorite takeout and a new game he thinks you’ll like.

;; ​boyfriend!kenma likes to rest his chin on your head. since he’s usually hunched over a screen, standing up straight to tuck you under his chin feels like a reset for him. he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and just sway slightly, closing his eyes and enjoying the fact that, out of everything he’s built and won, you’re the best part of his life.

;; boyfriend!kenma is the king of low-effort luxury; he doesn't care about the price tag of the jewelry he buys you, only that it matches your eyes. he’ll casually drop thousands on a designer bag just because he saw you glance at it once in a magazine, presenting it to you while he’s halfway through a boss fight. “here, i thought it suits you.”

;; boyfriend!kenma has a very specific love language: space. but not distance. he wants you in his office while he works, tucked into the crook of his arm or scrolling through your phone with your legs draped over his lap. he’ll subconsciously reach out to rest a hand on your thigh, his thumb tracing circles over your skin without ever looking away from his monitors.

;; boyfriend!kenma lets you wear his expensive, oversized hoodies—the ones that cost more than your—past—rent. he loves the way you smell like his cologne and home. when you try to return them, he just pushes them back into your arms. “keep it. i like seeing you in my things.”

;; boyfriend!kenma isn’t much for public displays of affection, but behind closed doors? he’s surprisingly needy. he likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck after a long stream, breathing you in until his heart rate slows down. his hands are always wandering, usually finding their way under the hem of your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin.

;; boyfriend!kenma spoils you with the bouncing ball corporate card. you have the login to all his accounts, and he gets a notification every time you spend his money—it’s his favorite kind of notification. he’ll text you: “saw you went to that cafe. get the dessert too, baby. i want to taste it off your lips later.”

;; boyfriend!kenma is incredibly observant. he knows exactly when you’re getting tired or overwhelmed before you even realize it. he’ll quietly close his laptop, scoop you up, and carry you to bed. he doesn’t say much, but the way he pulls the covers over you and then crawls in behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, says everything.

;; boyfriend!kenma has a bit of a possessive streak that comes out in the quietest ways. if he sees another guy looking at you for too long, he doesn’t make a scene; he just slides his arm around your waist, pulling you so close there’s no room for air, and lets his heavy gaze do the talking.

;; boyfriend!kenma loves it when you sit behind him while he’s gaming and play with his hair. it’s the only thing that can actually distract him from a high-stakes match. he’ll let out a soft, shaky breath when your nails graze his scalp, his hands faltering on the keyboard as he mutters, “y/n... don’t do that right now unless you want me to turn the PC off entirely.”

;; boyfriend!kenma has a habit of pulling you onto his lap while he’s sitting in his expensive ergonomic chair. he’ll continue his business call or stream with one hand on the mouse and the other sliding under your thighs, hiking your skirt or shorts up just a little too high. he likes the thrill of you having to stay absolutely silent and still while he talks numbers, his fingers occasionally applying a firm, grounding pressure that makes your breath hitch.

;; ​boyfriend!kenma loves marking his territory in ways that aren’t immediately obvious. he’ll leave a faint, blooming bruise right on your collarbone or the sensitive skin behind your ear before he leaves for a meeting. he’ll smirk when he sees you trying to cover it with concealer later, whispering against your skin, “don’t hide it, i want everyone to know who you went home to.”

;; boyfriend!kenma is a huge fan of late-night ‘distractions.’ if you’re trying to read or work while he’s bored, he’ll crawl between your legs and rest his head on your chest, looking up at you with those heavy lids. his hands don’t stay still for long; they’re always tracing the lace of your underwear or the curve of your hip, his voice dropping an octave as he asks, “are you really more interested in that than me?”

;; ​boyfriend!kenma definitely uses his wealth to facilitate his more.. indulgent side. he’ll fly you out to a private villa just so he can have you all to himself, away from the prying eyes of his fans and employees. there, he’s much more vocal about what he wants to do to you, spending hours worshiping every inch of you until you’re nothing but a shaky, panting mess in the silk sheets he bought specifically because they’ll be comfortable for your skin.

;; ​boyfriend!kenma loves the contrast of his cold, expensive watches against your warm skin. he’ll pin your wrists above your head with one hand, the metal of his rolex biting into your skin just enough to be a reminder of his weight. he’s quiet, but the sounds he makes when he’s buried inside—those low, gravelly huffs of your name—are reserved only for your ears.

;; ​boyfriend!kenma has a thing for praise, but only from you. he loves it when you whisper how good he feels or how much you love his touch. it makes him get a bit more aggressive, a bit more desperate to please you. he’ll bite his lip to keep from getting too loud, but the way his grip tightens on your hips tells you exactly how close he is to losing that signature composure.

n: for one of my sweet freaky babies @j4zume !! i wrote this while trying to code a heart, hell yeah.

© showhay — don’t copy or translate without my permission. don’t feed my works to ai.

ft. kōshi sugawara , tobio kageyama , tōru oikawa , eita semi , kenjirō shirabu , kenma kozume , keiji akaashi , atsumu miya.

SYNOPSIS texts with eight setters who are incredibly downbad for you

kōshi sugawara

tobio kageyama

tōru oikawa

eita semi

kenjirō shirabu

kenma kozume

keiji akaashi

atsumu miya

| rin, kenma, tobio |

⋆ all credit for this idea goes to @/r4spb3rr1s! click here for their post!

⋆ cw ; fem! reader, lots of fluff, some suggestive stuff.

master list

ᯓ★ rin

| winks and smiles at you specifically when he’s telling a joke he thinks will go over everyone else’s heads. casually puts his arm around your shoulders no matter where you are, tucking you close enough to smell his deodorant. says “good girl” in a non sexual way — like when you tell him you drank eight glasses of water that day. gives you his full undivided attention when you speak. wears a necklace with your initial on it. traps you in hugs and then tickles your sides until you can’t breathe through the laughter. wolf whistles and says “hell yeah, take it off for me baby,” every time you start to undress. |

ᯓ★ kenma

| rests his head on your shoulder when he’s tired. tangles your pinkies together and murmurs lowly in your ear when you’re in a crowd. holds a hair tie between his teeth when he puts his hair up. does that thing where he traces his fingers up and down your spine with the lightest touch. wears baggy sweats and small t-shirts that show off his hips in a way that makes you wanna bite them. never gets mad no matter how many questions you ask while learning a new video game. your photo is his profile pic on all his streaming platforms. moans your name in his sleep. |

ᯓ★ tobio