•Haikyuu x Reader• ~oneshots~ {Requests open}

Apple pie and midnight trips to the corner store -Kenma x reader-

The two of you sat in silence while you ate, Kenma finishing first, and taking out his gaming console to get ready to start playing. 

“Mmmhph! Waght! I gob somfing fo you!” you exclaimed with food still in your mouth, resulting in him glancing at you with a dead-pan stare. You dug through your bag, pulling out a square box. You finished chewing your food, swallowing it.

“Please finish chewing your food next time Y/N,” Kenma spoke, eyes intently glued onto the box.

“Sorry, but here! This is a little something since we’ve been friends for a while. I know you like a lot of apple things, so I baked you an apple pie. I really hope you like it,” you handed the box to him, his eyes now glistening with stars and astonishment.

“You made this apple pie for….. Me?” he picked up the apple pie, putting it on his lap as he opened the box, revealing an apple pie that was designed like a volleyball, with little whip cream spools on each slice, “This is amazing…. Thank you so much….” 

The blush on the boy’s face had risen a lot, not expecting something so amazing from his new friend. He gazed into their eyes, watching them light up in glee, a closed-eyed smile radiating from the person. It was infectious, he couldn’t help but smile back at them. 

“You’re welcome Kenma! I’m glad you like it! I worked on it a lot after I got home yesterday, and I put on these spools before class ended.”

Kenma took his chopsticks, being the only utensil he had, he cut one of the slices of pie, taking a bite from it, his eyes lighting up even more than before. He had the cutest expression on, making you blush slightly as his face twisted into pleasure. Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out.

“That expression was so adorable, I might die from admiration overload,” you slapped a hand over your mouth, your face turning a crimson color. Kenma’s eyes fluttered open, causing you to turn a darker shade of crimson, “I’m s-s-so sorry I-I d-didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine Y/N, I-I think you’re adorable too,” the boy had a calm expression on his face, but inside, he was dying, never in his life did he ever think he’d fall for someone like you. 

“I-I-I-” you stuttered, being cut off by a pair of chopsticks shoving a chunk of the pie in your mouth, to shut you up mostly, but to also show you that you did a good job. You tentatively took the chunk, pulling your mouth off the chopsticks, face beet-red at this point. You hummed in satisfaction, licking your lips after you had gotten whip cream on them. 

“You did an amazing job at this pie, and you’re so humble about it, this is why I like you so muc-'' he abruptly stopped, realizing his mistake of telling you that he liked you. Fortunately, you took it in a friendly way, a smile bursting out of your face.

“Thank you Kenma! You’re so nice to me!” you took one of his hands in yours, making his face light up in a slight blush, he continued eating the pie, a permanent smile plastered on the boy’s face. 

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It was the start of your second year of highschool, and you had officially met the rest of Kenma’s volleyball team, they wanted you as a manager, and you obliged, not having any other clubs you were in. It was fun, but tiring. You always walked home with Kenma, your mom always teasing you about the two-toned haired boy. 

He had dyed his hair, which you had found so hot. You slowly fell in love with the boy, each and every day you tried to hint at the boy, but it was to no avail. He was extremely oblivious to your hints. Eventually it was so hard for you to deal with the fact that the boy didn’t realize your feelings, you started distancing yourself from the boy, which caused heartbreak in both of you. It strained a lot of things, and he was worried, and became just as sad as you were, the team noticing something going on.

You had yet another sleepless night, and you decided you had to get an energy drink so you’d do something productive with your insomniatic state. Walking to the corner store, you went to the familiar aisle, seeing Kenma’s favorite energy drink made tears well up in your eyes, you also saw that your favorite drink was gone, deja vu flew over you as tears streamed down your face. Choked sobs escaped your throat, letting out some of the emotions you hadn’t released in a while. After a free seconds of crying, you felt a body wrap their arms around you from behind, seeing the energy drink you liked in the person's hand. 

“It’s alright, let it out, talk to me…” you heard Kenma say, making you cry even more as the bucket of tears spilled from your eyes. Kenma spun you around, embracing you in his arms and picking you up, holding you as he picked up Takoyaki, and your favorite drink other than the energy drink, and he checked out. You were still crying and snuggling into his shoulder. 

He took you out of the store, bringing you to his house and setting you down on his bed. He pulled out the things in the bag, you sitting on his bed now embarrassed. He opened up the energy drinks he picked up, handing one to you. He sat next to you on his bed, begging for an explanation.

“So….. you want to explain why you’ve been avoiding me lately? And why you were crying in the store on the ground?” Kenma questioned, a slightly worried expression on his face as he tried to interlace his fingers with your own. Your hand just limply sat there, eyes refilling with tears. Oh how you missed his voice, and his embrace. You were done being subtle, you were going to tell him in a way that he would understand.

“I-..... I-I’m so. Sorry. I’m sorry Kenma I didn’t know what else to do…” you cried softly, fingers intertwining with his tightly.

“You didn’t know what else to… do?” he cocked his head to the side, looking at you so you’d explain further. Taking a deep breath, you squeezed his hand, turning your head so you could look into his eyes. They set down their drink, Kenma doing the same thing.

“Kenma Kozume. I’m going to keep this short,” your stern tone took the boy by surprise, but he saw your face was still in a vulnerable state, “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you since the end of our first year, a-and not in a platonic way, more like a romantic way.” 

Kenma stared at you in shock, the tears pouring out of your eyes and down your soft cheeks. He immediately embraced you, picking you up and placing you on his lap as you cried into his chest. He scooted back on the bed, getting comfortable on the pillows, you still on his lap and crying. He stroked your head softly before whispering in your ear.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he whispered, making your eyes pop open and head lift up to look at him. 

“You really mean it?” you questioned, he nodded in response, making you hug him tighter and bury your head in his chest.

“You’re adorable, and not just in a platonic way,” he murmured, extorting a laugh from your body.

“You’re really sweet Kenma, I’m glad you feel the same way,” he lifted your head with his hand, forcing you to look up into his eyes, you gave him a smile, pressing your forehead to his. 

“Will you be mine, Y/N?” he asked, making you whisper a yes under your breath. He leaned in closer to you, closing the gap between the two of you. It was soft and gentle, a slight neediness to it as they continued, eventually pulling apart breathless. After a little while of kissing, you snuggled into his chest tightly, arms around his torso. Both of you had fallen asleep, his head on top of yours.