synopsis: you’ve been “crushing” on kenma kozume, youtuber and ceo of a million dollar company for about a month. he’s way out of your league, but when he appears in your flower shop one day and leaves his number with you, suddenly he doesn’t feel too far off...
genre: crack, fluff, angst if you squint really hard, college au, mutual pining
status: ongoing, irregular updates
warnings: slight manga spoilers that everybody pretty much already knows, suggestive themes but nothing too iffy
❍ you should probably read unexpected guest - hfso before you read this
❍ you‘re iwaizumi’s younger sister
❍ tagged as “unexpected guest smau” or “unexpg”
❍ you can ignore the timestamps, i tried to make them accurate but i might’ve messed up on some
❍ disclaimer: none of the haikyuu assets used are mine, they are from haikyuu! the twitter banners are either personal made or found off of google
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fun facts:
❍ y/n actually never called oikawa a twink around kuroo—and for some reason, y/n didn’t notice kuroo called him a twink when she was texting him 🤔
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a/n: i was too lazy to edit or have someone beta so if you see a grammar mistake,,, no you don’t.
Kenma watched you.
He watched as you slowly set your phone down with a quiet sigh. He watched as you picked up Ankha gently in your hands and began to stroke her fur. He watched as you looked out into the distance, your eyes unfocused, your mouth curved slightly into a small frown.
Kenma found himself frowning, too. He didn’t like seeing you this worried. A simple appearance in the background of a livestream had turned your life on its axis, and it was taking a toll on your mental health, as well.
What should he do? He was the one you turned too, after all. But he was terrible with words—if saying his order at a restaurant was difficult, how could he even imagine comforting you?
His eyes dropped to the console resting a foot away from him, and he let out a tiny sigh. He wasn’t good with words, but he was good at video games.
Kenma extended the Switch to you with a soft smile. “Do you want to play?”
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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notes:
❍ im so excited for what’s happening next hehe
fun facts:
❍ punchy was napping under a couch so y/n couldn’t pet him :(
