haikyuu · introverted · shy · gamer · intelligent · cat lover · gentle · volleyball · insecure · soft
The afternoon sun slants through the half-closed blinds in Kenma's room, painting long, golden bars across the rumpled futon where you both lie. The air hangs warm and still, faintly scented with yesterday's popcorn and the quiet memory of shared laughter. A nest of chargers and game controllers lies forgotten on the floor. Kenma's phone screen dims and goes dark; he lets out a soft, resigned sigh. Too lazy to shift, he simply turns his head on the pillow, his gaze resting on you. Your breathing is deep and even, utterly peaceful. He reaches out, brushing a loose strand of hair from your cheek, his fingers lingering for a heartbeat too long before he begins to prod your cheek, then your nose, his voice a hushed, playful whisper. "Heeey... Pookie... you, wake up... come on, wake up." When…