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Hey so umm I found u on you tube on a post or a kenma playlist hahahaha and I wanted to see ur stuff and ur Atsumu story is bom but I wanted to ask is you could do a kags kenma or Akaashi story sorry and thanks 🖤

under the stars

➷ character: timeskip kenma kozume x gn! reader ➷ type: fluff ➷ warnings: - ➷ song rec: our summer - txt

hi anon ! sorry for taking so long to get to this, i just had no motivation to write <3 anyways, i wrote a kenma story for u, i left the ending kind of vague, i hope u don’t mind ><

“Y/N. You’re late.”

“Sorry.” You said, a guilty smile on your face.

“Take a seat, and we’ll get started.”

You sigh in relief as you slump against your seat. You glance at your wrist- 8.05 AM. “Late again, Y/N?” A particular blonde-haired boy muttered, a smirk on his face. “You know my name.” You replied- almost on instinct. You didn’t recognize the boy- maybe he was from another class? “Of course I know your name.” The boy says, eyes still glued to the presentation. “I had something to do today.” You replied hesitantly- he was a stranger anyways.

“I’m Kenma. Kenma Kozume.” The boy says, finally glancing over to you.

Sharp brown eyes locked with yours. It was a feeling like no other- the way he looked at you. Your heart almost lept out of your chest- who was he? You felt your cheeks flare up and you cough awkwardly.

Way to go, Y/N.

You look away, staring into your notebook as you avoid eye contact with him. “I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” You mutter out softly. You hear a soft chuckle from Kenma- something that alerts you. “I’ll see you around, Y/N.”

On that fateful summer, his heart became yours.

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The library was quiet as you tip toed across the isles, searching for the fictional book category. Moonlight shined softly from the library’s big brass windows. The library was quiet as you tip toed across the isles, searching for the fictional book category. Moonlight shined softly from the library’s big brass windows. Most of the library was empty, just some people studying and some horny students swapping spit in a dark corner. As you neared a corner, something caught your eye.

A hooded figure crouched down in a corner, reading a book. Strands of blonde locks peeked out from the black hoodie, aswell as a pair of sharp brown eyes. The eyes that you’d recognize anywhere- Kenma Kozume. You gulp nervously as you observe him- the way his long fingers stroked against the pages of the books. Everything he did looked elegant and poised, like he was some sort of prince. Your eyes trailed across his hoodie, and his eyes caught yours. His eyes were warm and welcoming- unlike the pursed lips he had on.

“Enjoying the view?” He said, his lips quirking up into a smirk.

You chuckled awkwardly as you put down the books to talk to him. “Hey.” You mutter, trying to avoid his eyes. He chuckled, putting down his book. “What are you doing here?” He says, standing up. Until now, you’ve never observed how tall he was. Your eyes widen in surprise at his height- you’ve never considered him to be tall. “I- uh- I’m looking for a history book. I need it.” You mutter out quickly, trying to cover up your cheeks awkwardly. “Ah. I’ll help you look for it then, I’ve got time to kill.” Kenma says, a smile on his face as he tucks his book back on the shelf.

“Ah, no need! I’m sure I can just-”

Kenma puts a finger over your mouth. “It’s fine. Come on, I think I know what you’re looking for.”

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The next time you see him, he’s in a suit. Yes, a full fledged suit. “Oh, hey Y/N!” Kenma says as he spots you from across the campus garden. Unlike Kenma, you were dressed comfortably in sweats. These days, you’re getting along with Kenma pretty well- hanging around the campus often. You wave back at Kenma, who’s surrounded by lights and photographers. Kenma shoots one of the photographers a glance and heads over to you.

“What are you doing? Are you an idol now?” You ask playfully, nodding towards the bunch of people across the garden. “Oh- I’m just doing some shoots for the company.” Kenma says, a small smile playing on his face. Small droplets of sweat hung around his face, sparkling in the sunlight. “Ah- that’s- cool!” You stutter, snapping out of your trance. “You look nice today.” You shoot Kenma a smile, hoping he would notice your interest in continuing the conversation.

Kenma’s cheeks turn pink at your compliment and he chuckles. “Ah- this is nothing, really. I’m sure I look better in my usual- hoodie and stuff.” Kenma says, rubbing his neck awkwardly. You giggle at his response- So I can fluster Kenma. “Hey- are you busy tonight?” Kenma asks, out of the blue. Your mind instantly races to come up with useless theories as to what the question meant. “Y-yeah! I mean- no- I’m not busy.” You stutter, giggling. “Great! Do you wanna… hang out tonight?” Kenma asks, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Was this real? No, it couldn’t be. You chuckle- internally hoping that this was a joke. “You can say no!” Kenma hurriedly says before your mouth falls agape. “Oh! You weren’t joking!” You say, baffled. “…Is that a yes?” Kenma asks, unsure. “Yeah. Any tips on what to uh… wear?” You mutter, still shocked. “Casual is fine!” Kenma mutters, a hint of rose on his cheeks. You nod before letting out a small chuckle.

“Well!- It’s been great, Y/N. I’ll see you later.” Kenma says, smiling softly before squeezing your shoulder- a small act of affection. Kenma had never actually touched you so far- which was weird. It felt odd- but so right at the same time. He emmited a warmth, that kept you feeling safe, and somehow, he had a look of adoration for you in his eyes. It felt like a delusion.

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You prance around your room as you think about Kenma- Shit, what was he gonna think? God, I must look like an idiot. Maybe I should cancel. You reach for your phone in a hurry only to be greeted by a text from Kenma.

i’m heading to ur dorm :)

Your eyes widened in surprise. “FUCK!” You shout as you gather your things in a hurry. “Don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t panic.” You mutter, and right on cue, someone knocks. “Kenma?” You ask yourself as you open the door in a calm-ish manner.

Kenma’s wearing his usual hoodie, only a phone in his hand. “Hey.” Kenma mutters, smiling. Fuck- he looks so good. “Kenma- hey.” You shoot him a small smile, leaning against the doorframe in an attempt to hide your messy room. “Let’s go. Don’t wanna miss the event, right?” Kenma says, a sweet smile on his face as he takes your hand in his. You give him a small squeeze before he drags you somewhere.

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The roof. You’re both sitting there, under the stars, eating stale sandwiches, enjoying each other’s warmth. “So… this is… the hang out?” You ask as you open up a bag of chips. “Yeah. I heard there’ll be tons of shooting stars tonight- so I thought I’d enjoy them with you!” Kenma sighs as he rests his head into your shoulder.

“Can I lie on your lap? Pretty please?”

The request startles you- but you nod- he had such a cute expression. His eyes light up before he settles down his head on your lap, facing the night sky. You brush out a few strands of hair from his face- before retracting your hand quickly. What the fuck are you thinking. You try and brush it off, tipping your head back to observe the stars yourself.

The stars were shining bright along with the moon, glimmering softly, far away. Something catches your eye- a sparkle, coming down slowly from afar. “Y/N look, it’s a shooting star.” Kenma says, pointing to the falling star. “You wanna make a wish, Ken?” You mutter, smiling to yourself. “I wish I never get into a scandal.” Kenma mutters under his breath, enough for you to hear. “You’re gonna get cancelled for that, Ken.” You playfully reply as the shooting star disappears. “Don’t jinx it, Y/N.”

“Look, there are more.” Kenma mutters as he points to more shooting stars. You stare at a particular one- it was not white, but a soft shade of baby blue. “I wish to actually graduate college.” You say, chuckling softly.

“I wish for Y/N to be mine.”

Ah. He did it again. You tense up under him- which he can clearly feel, by the way. “Not funny.” You mutter at Kenma, in which he only has a stupid smirk on his face. “Not joking.” Kenma replies snarkily, in which you feel your stomach churn. “I hate you, Kenma.” You mutter, probably thinking he was joking. You tip your head back again, hoping to avoid Kenma’s face.

“How do I describe it? You make me feel… warm.” Kenma starts and instantly, you feel warm and fuzzy. “When I saw you in class for the first time- god, you were so attractive! How can someone be THAT attractive, it’s just scientifically impossible. And- the way you speak- makes me feel all excited.” Kenma says, sighing softly. “You know- I have never felt like this. Ever. Do- do you feel the same?”

There was a hint of worry in his voice. Oh god- what if he was serious about this? “Kenma… this isn’t funny. Just so- just so you know.” You mutter as you close your eyes. “Y/N. Would you look at me, for a second?” Kenma says. OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT. You look down to be greeted with those warm eyes. Like the first time you saw him, your heart did backflips as he shot you a warm smile.

On that fateful summer night, you fell in love and the stars were your witness.