I'm not a game | Kenma Kozume x Reader

It's called love

"My ideal type?" You repeat the question to Kozume. He silently nods his head, anticipating your answer.

Do you even have a type?

Tilting your head to the side and resting your cheek in your palm, you ponder on the question. "A guy that can handle his own would be nice. I tend to stand up for myself whether or not I'm faking it till I make it. So I'd hope he would know how to do the same." You pause, thinking more deeply. "Patience is also important for him to have since I have trouble expressing my emotions. I usually show the opposite emotion for what I'm really feeling."

"So someone independent and patient?" Kozume mutters to himself. You whisper the next sentence with blushing cheeks. "It'll be nice if he was also affectionate. It's always nice to be hugged by someone. I hardly care if he's not into the sexual side of things of a relationship. As long as the both of us are happy with how we love one another, that's all that matters." Kozume lowers his eyes down, the tips of his ears heating up when you mention affection. "I don't sound picky, do I?" You turn your attention to Kozume, noticing his flustered reaction.

"I don't think so." Kozume whispers over to you.

"What's your ideal girl Kenma? I can't seem to think what kind of girl would make your heart race." Kozume straightens up and stares at the chalk board in front of the classroom. An image of Y/N flashes on his mind when he tries to think of an answer. He shakes his head to rid of the image. You raise an eyebrow when you look over to him. "I don't have one." Kozume mumbles out. Your brows furrow together, not believing his answer. "Hey, it's not fair that I told you my type." Kozume clears his throat, feeling nervous. He has a feeling Y/N knows he's lying.

"Is it too weird to say out loud?" You whisper. Kozume turns to look at you, his eyes still. "Do you like the super model types? Maybe the quiet types? Athletic types?" You start to throw out generic personality types, looking to see if his expression changes from one of them. "Motherly types?"

"M-Motherly?" Kozume chokes the words out. "Is that it?!" You whisper yell. "Wow, I didn't see that one coming." You say to yourself, your eyes bewildered. Kozume looks troubled when he looks at you, biting his inner cheek he clears his throat to get your attention. "That's not it." You look back to Kozume. "It's not? Then what is?" Kozume shyly runs his hands through his hair, his hair brushing past his ear. You notice how red they are. The conversation comes to a halt when the bell rings through the room for lunch break. You drop your shoulders, not surprised by the uncanny interruption.

"Maybe I should ask Lev what his ideal girl is too." You slide your chair out and wait for Kozume to stand up. The two of you make your way over to the courtyard. Kozume presses his lips together, his eyes constantly flickering over to Y/N. He tries to steel his nerves to answer her question but he beats himself up the second he tries to get Y/N's attention back on him. "Y/L/N!" Lev is surprisingly there before everyone. A bright smile plastering over his face. "Lev!" You shout his name, hurrying over to the table. Lev perks up when he sees you more energetic than usual. "You seem excited today Y/L/N." You sit down across from Lev.

"Kenma and I had an interesting conversation." You smile towards Lev. Lev tilts his head. "What about?"

"What's your ideal type of girl Lev?" You bluntly ask the question. Lev flushes immediately and hides his face with his large palms. "What did you say to Lev just now?" Kuroo places a hand on the top of your head, taking a seat to your left. "I asked him for his ideal girl type." You murmur. "Oh, that's an easy one for me. Sexy and smart is all I need." Kuroo winks and flashes a smug smile your way. "I didn't ask you Tetsurō." You turn your attention back to Lev. "Well at least you know now Y/N." Kuroo laughs beside you. Kozume quietly looks at Lev, he anticipates what Lev's answer is.