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Kenma: Did I accomplish my goals for this year? No.
Kenma: But did I look after my mental and physical health? No.
Kenma: But did I maintain a proper diet and sleep schedule?
Kenma:
Kenma: Listen-
Ok ok ok.
Someone has probably said this before but...there’s something extremely wrong with the Haikyuu Fandom.
Like- Haikyuu is supposed to be a SAFE anime. No gore, no deaths, just happy ambitious volleyball kids. So...please for the love of Asashi explain to me me why you all do this stuff?
Yes, I am talking about In Another Life, The Galaxy is Endless(I thought we were too), Crowchilderen, Oikawa’s Last Wish/es, etc.
You people were blessed with a cute anime and decided to turn it into another aot. That being said, I love the fics because I love hurting myself.
Bye~ I’ll go get some strawberry pocky and binge Cloud Atlas again :)
okay so i started thinking about this bc i was talking about it with someone on tiktok (btw if you saw that no you didnt) so i just had to post my theories and analysis because i love the way haikyuu is written. also mind you that it is 4am and i’m typing this on mobile so i’ll go back and put in direct quotes/fix up any errors later + a lot if this is probably a reach but let’s talk about hunger in haikyuu!!
MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD SEASONS 1-4
Let’s start off with the bonus chart Furudate published about the appetites of the characters, the top three with the largest appetites being Kamasaki, Daichi, and Noya and the smallest being Kenma, Tendō, and Tsukishima. Keep this in mind as we go along.
So the first scene that comes to mind about hunger is after the Aoba Johsai game defeat. Ukai takes them to dinner and all of them are just inhaling their food. This is their new found motivation after their loss, they develop hunger.
In season two we are formally introduced to the hunger metaphor. There is a scene where Yachi is trying out being a manager and she asks Hinata about their drive for volleyball. The conversation ends when (i think) Kageyama says something like, “Do you need a reason to eat when you’re hungry?” which obviously is comparing the volleyball passion with the innate and sometimes insatiable need to eat. And when Hinata and Kageyama ride with Saeko to Tokyo and Kageyama suddenly starts eating in the car to which Saeko says something like, “You just follow your instincts huh?” As we know, Kageyama is a player of natural skill and genius so his hunger is just rooted in him. (I mean it is in everyone but for him specifically he sees it as instilled in himself)
Later in season two (episode 7) around when we're being introduced to Tsukishima’s backstory he denies extra watermelon and also makes a snide remark to Nishinoya calling him a fatass essentially.If i remember correctly he also says “how do you eat all that” to Hinata during either breakfast or a lunch break. Tsukishima doesn’t have much of an appetite, and in episode 8 it is revealed to us why he is so hesitant with volleyball. His literal and metaphorical hunger are low. Yet near the end of the training camp arc we also get to see the food lovers such as Hinata, Kageyama, Noya, Bokuto, and Tanaka all of whom are very driven and passionate about volleyball. Even Yachi’s own bit of volleyball hunger is shown figuratively with her caution of participating in the barbeque. She is still hungry and wants to eat but is unsure, similar to how she wants to be a good manager but is still hesitant in her role. In this same scene Daichi and Kuroo offer both Tsukishima and Kenma food, both who decline. They haven’t really developed the hunger.
Fast forward a bit to season four where this metaphor really picks up. When Hinata sneaks into the first year camp he's not allowed to eat the food provided at Shiratorizawa. He is shown walking home from the school starving, representative of his wish to be on level with Kageyama, Tsukishima, and the other talented first yesrs, even saying something like, “I wonder what the food is like at Shiratorizawa”. In this same scene he mentions worry for Tsukki, saying that he doesn’t really eat much and even leaves food when the upperclassmen aren’t looking. I think this really is reflective of Hinata's worry that Tsukishima isn’t going to have the drive necessary for nationals. But, we as the viewer know that he’s starting to get an appetite because he had his moment blocking Ushijima’s spike in season 3. I believe it is the same scene, but Hinata ends up calling Ukai Jr. asking about what he should eat to fuel his body. During this arc, he’s starting to watch and break down how other talented players play and in doing so he’s learning technique. I think that this parallel between him actually starting to think about what he eats matches very well with him starting to think about how he plays.
As previously mentioned Kenma has the smallest appetite in all of Haikyuu. Coincidentally he really doesn’t even want to play volleyball he just kind of does it for Kuroo even though he deep down kind of likes the challenge. In the nekoma game in season 4 after beating the opponents targeting him Kuroo offers Kenma food to console him saying “You must be low on carbs” as well, nearing the end of the Inarizaki v.s. Karasuno march Tsukishima also mentions that he wants carbs. These two are getting that hunger. In addition let’s pay attention that instead of being necessarily hungry, the focus is on carbs specifically. From what I know, carbs produce glucose which is the brain’s main source of energy/fuel, and as we know both Tsukishima and Kenma happen to be the “brains” or the strategists of their teams, opting to outsmart opponents rather than physically outdo them.
Especially for Nekoma, this carb metaphor hits a little deeper. Kuroos corny little speech “Remember. We are blood. Never stop flowing. Keep moving. Keep bringing oxygen...So that our "brain"...can operate at his best.” has always kind of tripped me up, but when we factor in the carbs metaphor it makes a bit more sense. Insulin helps move glucose through the blood to the brain, and glucose also is a big factor in cellular respiration and oxygen production. In that specific game, Kenma carried a whole lot of the weight hence his need to restore carbs.
Another time hunger is mentioned is with the twins. The both of them make references to food a lot nearing the end of the game. They both have a lot of passion for the sport, mainly because of competition with the other but we know that ultimately Atsumu loves volleyball more. I know this is such a reach but with the running metaphor of hunger we can also observe this literally. There’s that scene where Atsumu steals Osamu’s pudding and another scene where Osamu tells his brother that their teammates don’t like him, Atsumu is shown stuffing his face while Osamu is talking his time eating. Subtly it shows that Atsumu’s hunger is just that much greater than Osamu’s.
The final parallel I would like to draw is Hianta’s digestive issues. Obviously these are common physical symptoms of nervousness but I think it also has to do with his hunger. Hinata’s main thing is that he’s had the passion for volleyball but never the proper training. And in turn, he has the hunger and he can eat but come game time suddenly all that food and hunger is either coming out his mouth or his ass. He hasn’t learned to control this hunger and hasn’t learned what to do with all that he consumes; he has the passion but he doesn’t know what to do with his technique, skill, etc. This tummy trouble begins to fade throughout the anime and by season 4 it is pretty much completely gone, and volleyball wise Hinata has matured greatly in technique and skill by this time.
This is all I can really think of for now and I have no idea if any of this was intentional by Furudate or if Im just really overthinking things but here is my ideas on the hunger metaphor.
thinking about how deep the hunger metaphor runs in haikyuu
I saw that u didn't make a haikyu moodboard yet and was wondering:
Could u do a dating kenma moodboard ? 😍🙏🏻✨️ I love all your moodboards! They are so aesthetic 😍 ✨️ 🤧 💖
Dating Kenma Kozume <3
=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : I was literally scrolling and looking at kenma pics so yes ofc this is perfect!!
Nekoma High
Kenma Kozume x Reader “Here comes the (flu) flood”
Kenma Kozume x Reader "Kenma having a crush on his roommate"
Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader “The Room Where It Happens”
Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader "Sibling addition"
A/N: Hola everyone! Since I am sick in bed, down with a bad cold, I decided to write another shot, this time with Ken-Ken taking care of you while you’re being sick. Hurray! Nurse Kenma to the rescue! Enjoy!❤️
Genre: fluff
Warnings: just some good ol’ cursing :D
Words: 2022 (eyyy our current year :D)
Here comes the (flu) Flood : Kenma Konzume x Reader
Hah, there’s nothing better than waking up on a beautiful Saturday morning after you worked your ass off in the vet clinic downtown.
Except, it wasn’t a usual beautiful Saturday morning.
In fact, it sucked.
Last night, you just felt so drained from your work shift that you just went to Kenma‘s Gamer room, telling him you’re going to bed early, since you’re not feeling 100%.
Your streamer boyfriend just waved his hand absently, murmuring a quiet ‘yeah yeah’, being too focused on streaming a video with the game Apex Legends you got him for his birthday.
Giving out an exhausted sigh, you decide not to disturb him any further.
Shedding yourself from your vet uniform, you let the scrubs fall down to the floor. Climbing beneath the cushy blanket of your bed, you wrap yourself into a little burrito and give out a few deep inhales and exhales.
Sleep takes over you quickly, as you close your eyes and drift into a dreamland full of talking animals and ice cream rivers.
Kenma is saying goodbye to his viewers, ending the stream.
He takes off his black cat ear headset and places it in front of him on his desk.
Leaning back on his gaming chair, he stretches his back until he hears his back pop a few times.
Glancing at the clock on his PC, he frowns a little bit.
It’s almost midnight and he doesn’t smell your cooking or hears any movement coming from the kitchen.
Kenma pushes himself off of his chair and makes his way towards your shared kitchen, only to find the entire apartment dark. Still no traces of you. He heads for the bedroom and lightly knocks on the white wood door.
Still no answer, he opens the door to take a peek at you.
Quietly stepping inside he takes a look at you with a small smile.
He eyes the scrubs on the floor, bends down to pick them up and puts them in the laundry basket.
Deciding to let you sleep, he leaves the room and moves back into the kitchen to make himself a bowl of cereal.
Munching on his cereal, he watches some Jacksepticeye before heading to bed with you.
As Kenma makes his way back into your bedroom, he looks at his phone, reading through the comments of his recent upload.
He takes off his hoodie, but leaves his shirt and sweats on for sleeping.
Climbing into bed beside you, he briefly brushes his arm against your side, but enough to make him stop his movements.
Kenma turns towards you with a slight frown and feels your arm up and down, feeling the heat and sweat on your skin.
Now worried, Kenma grabs your shoulder gently and turns your body towards him.
The state of your body shocks him a little bit, as his eyes widen.
You’re shivering more than usual and your breathing is a lot more heavy and quicker.
Putting his hand over your forehead he curses under his breath.
,,Damnit you’re burning up.”
Kenma throws the covers from his side off and with hurried but quiet footsteps he takes the thermometer and a cold washcloth with him from the bathroom back to the bedroom.
Placing the cold washcloth on your head, you flinch by the sudden coldness placed on your boiling hot skin.
Not really having the best knowledge about flu and medications, he decided to text Kuroo about it.
Kenma: hey kuroo, I think (y/n) is sick. What do I do?
Kuroo: hey, what do you mean ,you think’? Is she sick or not? 🤔
Kenma: well she’s burning up and her breathing is fast and heavy. Already put a cold washcloth on her forehead, but so far her temperature has decreased only slightly. What do I do?
Kuroo: uhhh I don’t know too much about that shit, sorry dude, but try to give her some meds for it 🤷🏼♂️
Kenma: which ones?
Kuroo: give her some paracetamol or something for her fever, that should do the trick. If it’s still not better, take her to the doctor in the morning.
Kenma: kuroo it’s almost 2 am… on a Sunday…
Kuroo: just trying to help >:( if her fever goes above 39.9, take her to the ER. Human body can only take so much heat and then it can get dangerous for her.
After reading the last sentence, Kenma feels his heart drop, his worries growing even more now.
Kuroo: bro you there? What’s (y/n)’s temperature?
After remeasuring your temperature, Kenma replies.
Kenma: it’s 38.6
Kuroo: that ain’t too bad. Just give her some paracetamol and she should be fine
Kenma: thanks Kuroo
Kuroo: no prob bro
Kenma walks to the medcabinet in your bathroom and looks for the medication that Kuroo suggested to him.
After going through everything he finally found it.
Reading the instructions, he takes one pill out of the bottle and makes his way towards the kitchen to grab a glass of water for you.
Kenma pushes the door open with the back of his foot.
The door makes a ‘bang’ noise as it is being pushed too hard and fast against the wall.
Flinching by the sudden loud noise, the brown-blond haired scrunches his eyes closed.
He peeks an eye open to carefully glance at you, only to let out a sigh of relief as he sees that you are not alarmed by the noise.
Kenma places the glass of water on the nightstand and sits beside you on the bed.
Gently shaking your shoulder, he tries to wake you up.
,,(Y/N)? Sorry to wake you baby but you got a slight fever and this pill should make it go away.”
You glance at your boyfriend with tired eyes but sit up nonetheless to take the pill.
The tired pro gamer helps you up on the bed and watches as you take the pill and swallow the water with it.
Mumbling a quiet ‘Thank you’ you lay back down again and you can feel your boyfriend tuck you back in with lots of warm blankets.
,,No problem baby, even though I don’t want what you have, I will always take care of you.”
You smile at his words and close your eyes again, already falling asleep again.
Kenma gets in beside you and texts Kuroo again.
Kenma: hey she took the pill, sleeping now. Thanks again kuroo.
Kuroo: you know you were never this affectionate before you started dating (y/n) 😏 in fact, when yamamoto was sick on our last trip together you called him a disgusting bacteria spreader. 😄😂
Kenma: obv yamamoto is not my girlfriend, so that’s a completely different story.
Kuroo: wouldn’t be (y/n) one as well then? 😜
Kenma: shut up she’s not
Kuroo: ohhhh someone’s a softie for his gf 🥺🥺
Kenma: I am not
Kuroo: are too😙
Kenma: am not
Kuroo: are too😋
Kenma shuts off his screen and puts his phone on charge.
Before he can close his eyes though, he can feel you turn around in the bedsheets towards him.
You start poking him with your finger and tell him to get out of the bed, before he catches what you have.
The former setter widens his eyes at your (demand) request but doesn’t argue any further.
Still, he mopes as he gets out of bed and transfers his way to the living to sleep on the couch.
Bracing himself for a horrible night of sleep, he shuts his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, imagining he could be hugging you right now, as he drifts off into the abyss.
Bonus <3
Kenma groans loudly in bed with a wet cold towel placed across his forehead.
Everything hurts. His body is switching the temperature constantly. Hot then cold, then hot and then cold again. His throat feels scratchy and every time he coughs, it feels like he is losing more and more HP points.
There’s no doubt about it.
You fucking got him sick.
After that horrible trip of your cold he went through with you, which went on for about five days, he somehow saw this coming. During your time while you were sick, Kenma slept on the couch, trying to avoid getting sick from you.
The first two nights weren’t too bad, since he is used to playing hours and hours on his gaming devices with the most uncomfortable positions any person could think of.
But on his third night, he felt really lonely.
Not having you by his side makes his heart beat like the saddest metronome.
Okay maybe this was exaggerating things a little bit, but you guys have been dating for almost six years now and he barely left your side.
He always held you in his arms to keep you warm at night, because the AC in your shared apartment sometimes made you feel too cold.
On some nights, he felt you shivering in your sleep.
So he would turn around on his side, facing you and he would pull you to his chest.
After a few short breaths, you would let out a deep sigh and stop shivering immediately, due to your personal heating blanket that had been attached to your back.
So that third night, he kept tossing around, not being able to fall asleep. He looked at his phone and saw that it was 2:34 am.
Leaning up on the couch, he tossed the blankets aside and went towards your shared bedroom.
His feet dragged across the floor, as he made his way inside and closed the door.
As he glanced across your figure, he saw the humidifier in your room was still going, but you were breathing heavily. Feeling your forehead, he winces a little bit at the high temperature of it and your slightly sweaty state.
He had grabbed a cold wash cloth from the bathroom, placed it on your forehead and settled in your bed together beside you.
You had woken up, due to the new form of heat on your skin and you turned around to see your loving partner draping more blankets over your figure to keep you warm.
,,Ken what are you doing in here? You’re going to get sick if you stay in here!” You scolded him with the low energy you had.
Kenma just gave you a weak shrug but gave you an answer.
,,I don’t want to sleep alone. And I miss sleeping beside you.” He mumbled into your neck while he was holding onto you like a clingy koala bear.
You were too tired to fight him off of you, so you just went with it and closed your eyes. The both of you falling asleep with smiles on your faces. Surely nothing will happen right?
Oh how wrong he was and how much he regrets this now.
He just feels awful. He wants this shit to end.
Kenma can hear the faint sound of your footsteps entering the bedroom.
He doesn’t have the energy to turn his body into your direction but he feels your weight on the bed, as the mattress slightly dips down.
You set the hot chicken noodle soup down on the nightstand and lift the washcloth slightly, to see that Kenma peeks a tired eye at you.
You give him an apologetic smile and offer him the soup.
,,Thanks, I‘ll have some in a bit.“
You can’t help but tease him about his cold.
,,So… who was it again that told me, `Don't worry about it, I won’t get sick, if I lay next to you‘ ?“ You say with a teasing smile on your face.
Kenma just lets out a grunt of annoyance and turns away from you.
,,Shut up.“
@lyditheoverthinker @nerd-of-karasuno @satisfactooru @wake-uptoreality <3
A/N: Salut everybody, this work was inspired by a recent tattoo visit of mine lately. Got the idea during the session with my tattoo artist.
genre: fluff
warnings: cursing, my bad writing
words: 2925
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The Room Where It Happens: Tattooartist!Tetsurō Kuroo x f!Reader
Why, just why did you lose that bet?
Stomach grumbling in nervousness, you still hesitate to enter the front door.
Three days ago, you went drinking with your friends and one of your male friends, who is fond of the company of other men, said he can 100% get a phone number from a girl if he tried hard enough.
You, being drunk out of your mind, agreed to the bet.
Then again, all four of your friend group were intoxicated as hell.
So the next morning, you receive a text from your friend, reminding you that you lost the bet like the other two who also bet he wouldn’t be able to do it.
The other two who had lost, had to do something as well.
One of them had to color their hair blue and the other one had to call up their mother, saying they are expecting.
To be honest, it’s completely unfair that you had to do the most difficult one.
You’d rather call your mum and tell her that you got knocked up and listen to her shout at you for the next two weeks than get something tattooed on your skin that will last a lifetime.
The cool breeze of the wind that flows through your hair makes it flow to the side and you take the loose strands and push them back against your ear.
When you stare at the name of the tattoo studio in front of you, you can’t help but chuckle a little bit at the name.
‘Ink = Mc²’
Taking a deep breath, you keep telling yourself that you don’t even have to get something big or visible, just a little something, so your friend will stop spamming you.
Finally taking the big step, you push the door open and the doorbell of the shop chimes with your entrance.
The warm air of the shop makes you feel nice and warm, finally getting away from the cold autumn air from outside.
The distant smell of disinfectant and the rock music playing in the studio is filling your senses, taking away the nervousness a little bit from you.
The shop is wide and spacious, with an unoccupied front desk straight ahead and a little waiting area with two chairs on the left side. Light gray walls on every side of the room.
There are one or two plants in the lower wall corners, giving it a friendly atmosphere.
As you look around, you notice different kinds of tattoo pictures along the walls, some colorful or only black and white, others looking like fine line art style.
You can hear deep voices talking in some of the backrooms, along with the irritating noise of tattoo machines ringing in the back of your brain.
Just the sound of the machines is making your stomach twist in knots again but as you are about to turn around and leave, you hear a loud voice calling out to you, making you freeze in your steps.
“Hey! Can I help you?”, a hospitable voice asks.
Turning around to the voice, you see a very tall muscular guy with white and blackish hair, that’s a little bit spiked up.
Tattoos are covering up his entire arms, some poke out from the neckline of his white shirt and there’s a small one on the side of his neck.
Even with the shirt, you can make some faint outlines of some of the black ink of his tattoos on his chest and stomach.
His wide golden eyes shine with excitement and curiosity.
The artist is kind of hot, you’re not going to deny that fact.
As you are about to answer, another guy, much smaller than the other one, comes around the corner, typing something on his phone as he makes his way to the front desk.
He only has a few tattoos but his brown-blondish hair which is tight together in a messy small bun is the only thing that is colorful about him.
He is completely dressed in black. Black shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers.
Sitting down at the chair behind the front desk, he sits down with a huff and gives you a boring look.
Your gaze goes back to the tall guy with the spiky hair and you finally give him an answer.
“I wanted to get a tattoo today ”, you state.
“Do you have an appointment?” The blonde asks you.
"Uhm, no. I, uh, kind of came here spontaneously.” You explained to them in a shy voice.
They both stare at you for a few seconds, and the one with the spiky hair laughs loudly at your explanation.
You flinch a little bit at his loud laugh but remain silent.
“So you just came in here, with no plan of what to get, deciding to get something that’s going to be on your skin forever?” Bunhead asks you in a slow voice and gives you a critical look.
“That pretty much sums it up, yeah.” Taking in his words, you reply after a moment of thinking.
“Haha! Being bold I see! I like it!” The golden-eyed guy compliments you with a large grin.
You blush a bit at his comment, deciding he is a lot more friendly than the other one.
“Still.” The less friendly guy starts.
“You don’t have an appointment. We go by appointments only.” He squints at you in annoyance, hoping you get the memo and leave.
“Now now Kenma, don’t scare away our customers, just because you’re not in the mood to deal with them.” A third voice jauntily joins the conversation.
Now that’s a supermodel right there. A tall, lean but muscular guy struts in, his stature intimidating your small figure. He is wearing a Nirvana tank top and both of his arms and neck are covered in bursting tattoo colors, making his whole body look like a painting of a professional painter. His raven-black hair looks messy like he just rolled out of bed ten minutes ago. There’s a fringe covering his right eye a little bit. His good looks are giving you a tingling feeling in your stomach, your heart beating fast against your ribcage and you swear you’ve never seen a guy this attractive. It’s almost unreal that two people can make a guy as good-looking as him. After a few moments, a guy with colored hair walks out of the room, stretching his arms above his head, immediately flinching from his arm movement and you’re guessing he is a customer that just got his tattoo done.
The canvas takes a look at his upper arm, admiring the work that has been done on his skin in a wall mirror. It is an octopus holding planets in his arms, a few purple and blue watercolors dancing along his tentacles, making it look like shooting stars are flying around. It is impressive artwork, you have to admit.
The third guy that told ‘Kenma’ off, takes off his black latex gloves and throws them into a trashcan right next to the desk. He grabs the disinfectant bottle on top of the desk and rubs the solution of highly concentrated alcohol over his large hands.
Kenma doesn’t say anything, just glares slightly at the black-haired guy before going back on his phone with a pout.
The canvas turns to his tattoo artist, thanks him a lot for giving him that tattoo with a bright smile, and hands Kenma a couple of bills, before leaving the shop.
“So what’s the problem?” The black-haired guy asks while glancing at you three.
The owl-looking guy takes over for you.
“She randomly wants to get a tattoo but she doesn’t have an appointment.”
“Oh, I see. Well sweetheart, go ahead to the front desk, make an appointment with Kenma, and then we’ll talk about what to get you. Bokuto, you’re done for the day, right? Go home.” He gives you a wink, as he turns to his friend and pats him on the shoulder.
Bokuto beams up at that, running to his tattoo room to finish cleaning up and getting ready to go home.
“Kuroo your next customer just canceled. Something came up according to her.” Kenma shows ‘Kuroo’ the text message on his phone and it makes Kuroo groan in frustration.
He rubs his big hands over his face and exhales deeply.
But suddenly a light bulb pops over his head, quickly turns to you with a dashing smile.
“Since I am free now, I can give you a tattoo after all” Kuroo suggests.
“Oh uh, really? I don’t want to make you stay here longer than necessary.” You worryingly reply, feeling guilty about everything now.
He waves you off dismissively and just tells you to follow him into his room, where the art and magic of tattooing happens, according to him.
“See you tomorrow Kuroo! Gotta pick up my girlfriend from work! Bye Kenma!” Bokuto shouts over his shoulder as he puts on his dark blue jacket along with a black beanie.
“Bye.” Kenma retorts in a quiet voice, keeping his eyes on his phone, as you pass the desk to follow Kuroo.
Once you enter his working room, you see multiple arts of watercoloring and fine line tattoos with all different kinds of motives hanging on the left side of the wall. From the smallest fine outlining of a rose to a big black and white owl with loose feathers flowing around it. It’s exactly what that guy Bokuto has on one of his upper arms.
The right side of his wall is decorated with pictures of friends and family, some official awards and also a little fan sitting on one of the many shelves in one of the corners.
The black leather furniture and a little armrest are standing neatly against the wall, sealed with protection foil, ready for the next tattoo customer.
Kuroo prepares a little table with paper towels, numbing lotion and bubblegum scented antibacterial fluid.
He gestures for you to take a seat on the tattoo chair and you comply.
“So what’s the story behind your little stunt? Rebelling against Mom and Dad? Boyfriend left you? Lost a bet?” Kuroo starts off like going down a checklist, still getting prepared by putting the tattoo machine together while gazing at you with a curious look.
‘Seems like he has enough experience to know about the reason I am here’ , you think.
“Third guess is correct. Lost a bet.” You admit with a tight smile and you can feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
He chuckles at your answer and sits down in his chair, to roll it in your direction where you are sitting.
As he comes closer, you can make out more of his countless tattoos across his body. Starting on the left side of his neck is the head of a Japanese dragon and its body goes all the way down to his left elbow. Its red and black scales look highly realistic, its sharp claws holding onto human skulls.
On the part of his low-cut tank top that doesn’t cover his collarbones, you see the lines of ravens fighting each other and his right arm is covered in different anime symbols, a few you recognize from Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, One Piece and Seven Deadly Sins.
“So what did you want to get? Any wishes or any ideas?” He asks you with a raised eyebrow.
You think for a few moments, frowning deep in thought. Unfortunately, you can’t think of anything so all you say is:
“Surprise me.“ You suggest with a gleam in your eyes.
Kuroo puts on a black medical mask and nods in agreement.
Thinking your smile reminds him a little bit of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland, he has an idea what tattoo to give you.
Nonetheless, he will add a little bit of feminine touch to it.
Grabbing the black ink and different sizes of needles for the tattoo machine, he puts on his black latex gloves and puts the first needle equipment together.
Kuroo puts some of the numbing cream on the back of your upper arm, turning on the button of the tattoo machine.
He gives you one last look with his hazel-colored eyes, to make sure you actually want this.
You nod in determination and he starts tattooing you.
~ One hour later ~
Spraying the liquid of the bubblegum scented antibacterial bottle on your freshly tattooed skin, he gently wipes the remaining black ink away from your sensitive skin with some paper towel.
Flinching slightly when he goes over your skin, you can’t help but be giddy with excitement about what masterpiece he has created on your skin.
Taking a good look around it, he steps back and lets you get up from the black leather chair.
Throwing his mask and gloves into the trash, he watches with anticipation as you walk over the mirror to see it.
As you’re finally able to take a look at it, you gasp in amazement.
It is beautiful.
Kuroo tattooed the face of the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland, along with two little branches around the face, little flowers sitting in between the leaves.
It’s a fine line tattoo in simple black ink.
The lines are flawless, the Japanese cherry blossom flowers looking soft and real, some shadowing inside and outside of them.
“So? What do you think? Do you like it?” Kuroo gives you a look of interest as he begins to clean up.
“I-I… I don’t have the words for describing how incredible this looks. The lines are so smooth, it looks like you drew this so easily, like on a piece of paper. The flowers‘ petals look so soft, almost like they are flowing. Kuroo I don’t know what to say, except to thank you for tattooing this on me. What made you choose this?“ , you turn to him with a tilted head, making you look like a confused cat.
Kuroo starts to grin cheekily and points at his face, his long finger following his grin.
”Your smile looks cheeky and kind of intimidating. Almost like a cat that’s ready to hunt. And no problem. By the way, beautiful , call me Tetsurō.“ He gives you a playful wink with a flirty smile.
You giggle at his antics and take a look at your arm again.
“This is just so cool! You’re very talented!“ , you compliment him.
“Hehe, thank you. Been doing it since I graduated High School. Got my first tattoo while I was a Third Year, and have been kind of addicted to having them ever since“ , he reveals while wiping off the little tool table and the chair with disinfectant wipes.
“I could hardly tell.“ , you say as you glance over the different varieties of ink on his skin.
He laughs loudly at your retort and continues to wipe down everything properly.
“They look really good on you though“, you say in admiration as you move closer to him to let your finger unconsciously move over the lines of the chemical formula of dopamine on his forearm.
Your action makes him freeze but he doesn’t stop you from caressing it. Your touch feels like it’s setting his skin on fire, giving him goosebumps.
Realizing what you are doing, you quickly snatch your hand away in embarrassment and apologize quietly.
Kuroo coughs awkwardly with red cheeks and cuts a foil from a package.
“How much do I owe you for this Tetsurō?“ , you ask him as he carefully places a protection seal over your fresh tattoo.
“Usually I charge ¥21,000 for an hour from clients but I am going to be honest with you. I think you’re an absolute beauty. Looks-wise and personality-wise. I won’t charge you for the tattoo but I want something in return.“ He explains as he rubs his neck nervously with his hand and you can see the tips of his ears turning red.
You lift your eyebrow in return, waiting for the request.
Your eyes look like they’re shining with stars, making him feel like a teenager again asking his crush out.
“I uh… Would like to take you out on a date.“ He grins with a painful and unsure smile.
Your mouth opens in awe at his request before it turns into a breath-taking smile and it flusters Kuroo even more.
“I would love to!“
“Great uh… Here let me give you my number so we can talk about the details over text.“
You pull your phone out of your backpocket and hand it to him.
As you watch him type in the details, you begin to feel very excited and proud to have scored the shop owner‘s number.
When Kuroo hands you your phone back, he begins to walk with you to the entrance hall to see you off.
Kenma is still at the desk as he watches Kuroo say goodbye to you. After you leave, he begins lecturing his idiot of a friend.
“I can’t believe you gave her a tattoo for free. How stupid can you be?“ Kenma mumbles angrily under his breath as he glares daggers at his best friend and owner of the tattoo studio.
Kuroo just sighs like a lovesick fool and looks back at Kenma with a smile so wide, it almost makes him gag.
“I did it for love. Maybe you should try it out once in a while if you weren’t such a shithead to our customers.“
“Fuck off.“ Kenma snaps at him.
~ Here is a pic of the tattoo Kuroo did on Reader <3 ~
yakuza!Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader "The Panther"
Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, blood, violence, death
Kenma is currently walking down the hallway towards his friend and Kumicho’s room of Nekoma headquarters, Tetsurō Kuroo.
He has a big notepad in his hands, news from the spies in the city about their rivals the Crows of Karasuno.
The sound of his all star sneakers echo on the black marble floor, it’s shine shows that the place is kept tidy and clean.
Finally arriving at the door, before Kenma can even knock, he hears giggles from your side and loud obnoxious kisses from Kuroo‘s side that the dyed blonde wishes he could immediately erase from his brain.
Nonetheless, he sighs in annoyance and knocks loudly, a habit he thankfully put on after the last time he walked in without knocking.
Needless to say, he’s been scarred of the image of you, naked, on top of Kuroo, giving him a blowjob.
"Who is it? I specifically said not to be disturbed." Kuroo answers with anger in his voice.
"It’s Kenma. I know you said that but Yaku said that he caught some crows in our habitat. Trying to convince our usual costumers that their shit is better than ours."
The Saiko Komon hears shuffling on the other side, along with some squeaks of the bed.
"Come in." Kuroo calls his trusted friend and advisor in.
Opening the door, Kenma sees you and the ravenette getting dressed.
You having put on a red silk robe, fix your hair a little bit to the side, trying to cover your hickeys while Kuroo just puts on loose sweats, staying bare-chested.
His whole upper body is covered in tattoos, on his back a giant black panther roaring into the viewers face, his left arm a mixture between various skulls that have water and fire going through them like a wild tornado. On his other arm, dark clouds with red spider lilies and a scarred face of a geisha decorate his skin.
On his chest however, is a Japanese cherry blossom flower with your name in it and it’s Kuroo‘s most important tattoo. It shows he is bonded to you for the rest of your lives, he wears it on his skin with pride and smugness.
You however have not a single patch of ink on your skin.
"Hello Kenma." You smile with a blush on your face, clearly still flustered by your previous activities with your lover.
Kuroo is walking around the bed with the messy sheets towards Kenma and the golden-eyed man spots an open pair of handcuffs at the headboard and he looks away to the side, embarrassed on the inside to figure out what the the two of you have been doing.
"Hey (Y/N)." Kenma replies back quietly, keeping his focus on the ravenette with the messy hair and lipstick marks across his face, neck and chest.
"Kitten, why don’t you get us something small to refresh on? I could go for a Campfire Straight Rye with some ice in it." Kuroo turns to you with a smile, while taking Kenma‘s notepad from him.
You nod and make your way to the attached kitchen, ah the luxury of Kuroo’s belongings never fails to amaze you.
While you’re gone, Kuroo‘s smile is instantly gone and replaced with a frown.
Looking over the notes and attached photos of beat up faces, Kuroo rubs his hand over his tired face, the responsibility over an entire organization sometimes kicks his ass and he wishes that he could spend it more with you instead.
"So where are the little rats now?" Kuroo asks while cracking his neck from side to side.
"In the torture room. Yamamoto and Kai are currently trying to gather information out of them as we speak."
You return from the kitchen, in one of your hands a small glass with honey-colored liquid and round ice cubes floating in it.
Handing it to him, he wraps his long arm around your waist, pulling you to his side while giving you a chaste kiss on the lips, not caring that Kenma is still in the room.
Gulping down the drink in one go, the ravenette hands the glass back to you with a small smile.
"Thanks baby. I am really sorry, I gotta take care of some business with Kenma." He leans his forehead against yours, rubbing your nose with his.
"No worries, I understand, I‘ll be waiting here." Giving you one last kiss, Kuroo picks up his discarded white shirt from the floor, following the Saiko Komon into the direction where they torture and question people for information.
"Kuroo, you’re covered in (Y/N)‘s lipstick, clean yourself up if you want to keep your reputation."
Rubbing his face off, he gets most of the kiss marks off, grinning sheepishly at his friend.
"That feisty little cat needs to mark her territory. You know her."
"Please spare me the details." Kenma says in disgust.
Standing guard in front of the door, Lev let’s both of them inside and Kuroo can hear the throwing punches and the groans of pain that follow by it.
"Ahhh, Eiji my friend, long time no see." Kuroo sings in greeting.
Hearing the leader‘s voice, Yamamoto stops and steps aside.
The middle aged man that is hunched over in a strapped chair looks up with big eyes, fear reflecting among them.
Eiji works as one of the spies for Karasuno, unfortunately the cats caught him faster than he could escape.
"Where’s your friend? I thought you birdbrains work in teams together." Kuroo bends down a bit, looking into the blonde man‘s face.
Eiji doesn’t answer, still struck with fear, parts of his face swollen and already turning blue.
Grabbing his short hair, Kuroo raises Eiji’s head which has him flinching strongly.
"Answer me dipshit. Why the fuck would you think it’d be a smart idea to enter our district?" The Kumicho almost roars like an angry panther.
"I-I am sorry! The boss said I should try to expand the Crows‘ grounds. I-I was just trying to sell a little bit I swear!" Eiji cries in fear.
Kuroo hums, only giving a snap of his fingers towards Yamamoto and he understands immediately.
When the blonde saw that his torturer pulls out his Sig P938, he is shaking, desperately trying to get Kuroo‘s mercy.
Before Eiji can say anymore though, Yamamoto pulls the trigger.
The blood from Eiji‘s head lands on Kuroo‘s face and partly on his shirt.
A sudden vibration of his phone makes the ravenette curious, opening it up to see it’s a nude picture from you and he grins widely like a Cheshire Cat, texting you back as he turns to walk back to his room.
"If you‘ll excuse me now, I gotta finish what I started earlier." Kuroo lastly says before going back to the direction of his room where you wait in anticipation.
When Kuroo is gone, Yamamoto snickers while he cleans the blood off of the instruments he used on Eiji.
"He is so whipped for that woman. Did you know he has her contact saved as 'Feisty little minx'?" Yamamoto laughs.
"Well be glad you haven’t seen them having sex, it still haunts my nightmares." Kenma adds bluntly with a shudder.
"Keeeeeenmaaaaaaa." You call your roommate out from the kitchen, hoping he hears you from his current stream.
Silence.
"Ugh." You growl and make your way to his streaming room.
First, he texts you to warm up the leftovers from last night instead of talking to you like a normal human being. Then he doesn’t answer you, even if he texted to call for him to tell him it’s ready.
Hearing him talk through the closed door, you open it a bit after knocking three times.
"One sec, roomie called. You can come in." Kenma looks over his shoulder, when he spots you, he turns around to tell his fans he’ll be afk for five minutes.
Now fully turning to you in his overly expensive gaming chair, you have his full attention.
"You texted me 10 minutes ago that you wanted the pasta heated up remember?" You lean against the door frame while crossing one leg over the other.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that. I’ll go and get it." The dyed blonde gets up slowly from his chair, bending his back a little bit, until he hears it crack.
Sighing deeply, he sets his cat-ear headset down, walking past you, dragging his legs like a zombie.
You watch him walk down the hallway towards the kitchen, when he rounds the corner you see his chat still being active, thankfully his Webcam is currently off.
Soon enough, you hear his light foot steps again and this time he has a bowl in his hand and he’s eating while walking.
"Don’t choke." You tease.
"I won’t." He mumbles while eating the noodles.
"Sooo… what are you playing?" You walk in a little bit with him in his room, watching as he sits down again.
"Wocket Leeg." He replies with his mouth full.
"Sounds fun." You lean over his shoulder as you watch and read over the chat.
All of sudden, you see a few names popping up that are mentioning your name, freaking out with excitement that they are hearing a female voice of the roommate of THE Kodzuken.
"They want you to say 'hi'." Finishing up his food, he turns to you with a gleam in his eyes, putting the headset back on.
Squishing your face against his, so you can talk into the mic, you greet his fans which causes a blow up in the chat, people being super hyped to hear you for the first time.
"So uh... what should I say?" You ask Kenma in an intriguing voice, reading the comments as they almost explode at hearing a female's voice and such a beautiful one at that.
"Just say anything, they seem to love you already more than me." Kenma laughs softly.
You laugh along with him, when a comment catches your eye.
spaceExplorer234: yo who dis? that your girlfriend?
Your cheeks begin to heat up in embarrassment and since your cheek is still smushed against his, he can feel the warmth and it makes him blush too.
"No, I am not his girlfriend. Just his roommate, occasionally his chef and also his maid, when he leaves his dirty socks lying around." You laugh and Kenma groans in embarrassment.
The chat explodes yet again, this time with lots of laughing gifs and people sending clapping hands emoji, calling you 'queen' and 'gaming wifey' after you revealed that you play games as well, just not on stream like your roommate.
Kenma drinks his diet coke, when he reads the message after you.
"'Gaming wifey'? That's kinda cute. Am I your gaming wifey?" You grin easily at him and he chokes on his soda.
BigDaddyTacobell420: I ship it!!!!!!!
You and Kenma both read that comment and you look at each other briefly before looking away quickly, an intense blush spread across both of your faces.
Thank goodness the chat can’t see your faces, they’d have a blast.
Coughing a bit, you tell Kenma you need to get back to your studies and he mumbles out a quiet okay.
Leaving the room, the dyed-blonde looks at your retreating figure, getting back to his game and talks to his chat again.
SnackMaster1652: Kodzuken if you don’t ask her out I will
"Well good luck trying to reach her. She doesn’t have any social accounts. But I plan to ask her out, I just hope she’ll say yes…" Kenma says with a big sigh, still calming his heart down from the person that said that they ship the two of you together.
Nonetheless, somehow Kenma got a good feeling that his chances are high.
And how right the former Setter was….
Four months later, Kenma is playing CS:GO on his keyboard, but this time he has a player two joining him.
Said Player Two is sitting in his lap, controlling the keyboard while Kenma controls the mouse.
"Go around the corner, no no the other one."
"Be more specific!"
"Go B."
"Okay."
You press the character to walk forward with his gun, changing the weapon to a sniper rifle.
"Babe, you have to plant the bomb you know?"
"Don’t tell me what to do, I am trying to survive here."
"We will survive by planting the bomb and then shooting off the other team."
"I don’t like conflicts…" You mumble as you get more comfortable in your boyfriend’s lap.
"Baby, I don’t know if you noticed but this is a shooter game. The whole point of playing it, IS to create conflict. We need to kill the other members." Kenma laughs.
"Yeah yeah."
It’s quiet for a few seconds until you spot an enemy of the opposite team and you scream as he starts shooting at you.
"Walk over behind the wall! Press S! Quickly!" Kenma yells and you yell back at him.
"I AM! STOP SCREAMING AT ME! I DON’T WORK WELL UNDER PRESSURE!"
The enemy spots you again and immediately fires at you and kills you.
"This is your fault." You mumble after the defeat.
"How is this my fault?! You’re controlling the movement, I am just shooting!" Kenma says in bewilderment.
The stream is having a blast, the banter and the bickering between the two of you always make the viewers laugh and comment at the behavior of you and Kenma like an old married couple.
but this is how I talk with someone... GASP what if!!!- maybe I won't be alone forever 🥺 (nobody cares but wtv- UPDATE: EhEHRHGeGEh sO I WaS rIghT UMmMmmMm 😃)
BOYFRIEND TEXTS WITH KENMA KOZUME !!
genre: fluff and crack PFFTT
authors note: first post back from my hiatus :D you guys have no idea how excited i am to be writing again ! also 🤨🤨 this idea was a request and for some reason it literally just disappeared as soon as i made a draft for it so that was odd but we digress … hope you all enjoy 🫶
if you’re reading this far, please check out my new oikawa text post 😚 i would greatly appreciate it !!
Kenma: Did I accomplish my goals for this year? No.
Kenma: But did I look after my mental and physical health? No.
Kenma: But did I maintain a proper diet and sleep schedule?
Kenma:
Kenma: Listen-
Lev: Don't you just love space?
Kenma: Yeah. Personal space.
Lev:
Lev: You're literally cuddling Kuroo-san like your life depends on it.
haikyuu as things the kids i babysit day, part 9-
*at a hotel*
kuroo- “why is there no balcony?”
yaku- “because since the floor is so high up, people might jump after all the alcohol”
*next day*
kenma- “why is there a knife right there?”
yaku- “ya know, if you want watermelon or something”
kenma- “but what if people try to kill themselves? might as well have a balcony”
*silence*
I am forever an ushijima Wakatoshi stan, but oh my gob look at Kita’s cheeks!!!
➥ you send them their baby pics.
SUMMARY. how would the hq boys react to you sending them their baby pics pt. 2 | pt. 1
PAIRINGS. fem!reader x ushijima wakatoshi, shinsuke kita, kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru, kageyama tobio, kouzume kenma.
GENRES. boyfriend!smau, fluff
WARNINGS. none
A/N: some ppl requested me a pt.2, so here you have it! hope you like it <3
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐑𝐄 𝐒/𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘
୨୧— including: k.kenma, e. semi
୨୧— genre: fluff
KOZUME :: you had always knew kenma was a pretty boy, from the moment you saw him he was the only one om your mind after that day. Even his chat would tell him, especially when he had his hair in those messy buns. So on a lazy day you had just woken up, reaching out to feel for ken’s body only to find an empty spot on the bed.
Frowning you got up drowsily, walking towards the kitchen to see him leaning against your kitchen island with an apple pie in his hand while he scrolled away on his phone. Hearing your footsteps he looked up, smiling when he saw your sleepy expression. “Whyd ya leave me all alone in bed pretty boyy?” You whined.
Walking over to his side, wrapping your arms around his side. Blushing he lets out a airy chuckle, “Pretty boy? Did the chat get to you too?” You giggle shaking your head no, feeling his arm pull you closer. “Its just true ken, you are really pretty you know- ooh apple pie!”
“I’ll let you have a bite if you give me a kiss.”
“Ken!”
“Fine two bites.”
SEMI :: semi was reading a book you had recommended him, he was pretty engrossed into it which was something that made you happy. semi had never turned down any books you recommended him, unless its a book he wanted to gift you. You had been taking a nap besides him waking up from the roar of thunder.
When your eyes fluttered open you couldve swore you saw an angel, well if that angel was Eita. You had told the blonde numerous times how he looked as good as a prince but he never seemed to believe you. So when you mumbled a slurred ‘pretty.’ Eita instinctively looked down at you. “Hm?”
“Your really pretty Ei.” You stated with a soft sleepy smile, making tsukki want to ditch his book without leaving a bookmark and kiss you all over. “Oh really doll?” You sat up nodding before pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Mhm, pretty and hot at the same time tho.” You admitted, resting your head on his shoulder.
“Well i guess were both pretty bitches then huh.”
🌷✨Kenma ToonMe Cosplay. I was planning on posting this on halloween, but ididnt finish in time. also, plz ignore the background decorations in my room✨🌷
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🌷Character: #kenmakozume
✨Show: #haikyuu
💧Toon Me
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🌷Repost w/Credit
✨Materials: iPad 7th Gen, Apple Pen 1st Gen, Procreate
💧Time Taken: 2hrs14mins
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