"Please." Kenma took a hold of (Y/n)'s hands, holding them to his chin "you only have to have a cam for like... 20 minutes?"
(Y/n) pouted slightly at her boyfriend, he was trying to convince her about the "(Y/n) cam" that his audience was bugging him about. He was trying to find a way that she wasn't just being filmed for a whole sitting of him playing a game. These weirdos really wanted to watch me sleep...
"But won't that be boring?" She frowned. It was true, when she wasn't filming with Kenma, she was studying.
"Probably. They'll probably stop asking after a while of noticing how boring your life is."
"Wow, thanks." She rolled her eyes, but her cheeks heated up as the boy placed a gentle kiss on her hands.
"I'm sorry my love, I didn't meant to offend you." Kenma's gaze fell to her hands. "I promise, it'll only be for a few times, and you can do whatever you want."
(Y/n) pouted slightly, but nodded in agreement. She watched as the boys face brightened. "Really?" The girl nodded, watching as a smile of relief appeared on Kenma's face. "Thank you."
"But if they start saying creepy shit and asking for pictures of my feet, you know, I need to draw the line somewhere." Kenma chuckled softly at her comment as he pulled her in for a gentle hug.
"I would say no to that as well."
"... Liar"
"What?"
"You would so sell pictures of your feet if you were asked"
"No I wouldn't."
"You would to."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No-"
"You would too sell pictures of your feet." Kuroo had poked his head into the room, his glasses resting on his nose. The couple looked to the roommate, causing (Y/n) to laugh.
"Tetsuro, you're supposed to take my side-"
"I'm not going to stand by and let you lie to yourself. I've seen the things you've done for your audience. I'm just waiting for that sex tape to air."
"What sex tape?" (Y/n) tilted her head, to which Kenma had grabbed a pillow from his bed and ditched it across the room to Kuroo, who began to laugh. "You have a sex tape?!"
"No!" Kenma's cheeks burned, embarrassment written all over his face. "It's a stupid inside joke Kuroo made..."
Kuroo leaned his body against the doorframe, a smirk on his lips. "I reckon Kenma would be the perfect pornstar, don't you?"
(Y/n)'s cheeks began to heat up, her eyes darting to Kenma then Kuroo. "Uh... HEY do you guys have a Wii? We should play some just dance or something-"
Kuroo's laugh filled the apartment, the only noise was of a hyena. Kenma had immediately began to push Kuroo out of the room. "Get out Kuroo! Leave us alone!"
"Okay okay, don't forget protection~"
Kenma closed his door on Kuroo, resting his head against the frame. It had become silent, well, except for the loud laughter form outside of the room. (Y/n) stared at her hands, fiddling slightly.
"So um..." She began. "Should we get started on filming?..."
"Don't you have study?" (Y/n) couldn't help but frown, she only nodded. "How about you study here?"
(Y/n) rose a brow in confusion. "You... Want me to study here?"
"Yes."
"In your room?"
"Yes...?"
"With you?"
"...no I won't be studying."
"Then why should I study?"
"Because... Your course is harder then mine?"
(Y/n) glared at him, pouting slightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You only want to use me for (Y/N) cam..."
"No no, I would never... I just... Miss you when you're not here." Kenma's gaze fell to the floor, his cheeks were a red hue, full of embarrassment.
His girlfriend could only stare at him, a frown on her face. (Y/n) waddled over to Kenma, wrapping her arms around his neck. The boy was confused for a moment but wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Fine. I'll study here."
~ ~ ~ ~
"No... no...no... nO NO!" Kenma began shouting at his game. He had decided to stream after all, and they had agreed on (Y/n) cam, as long as she could read comments while she studied. He was playing a game she didn't know much about. A game about being a piece of toast?... Sounds annoying.
She was reading through a bunch of the comments, which and formed into a few categories: the fans who try to get Kenma to notice them, the people who give advice on the game, the trolls and of course, the (Y/n) simps. There's surprisingly a lot of people who simp over me... This can thing might not ever go away. She pouted slightly, but that caused the chat to go crazy. Holy shit, how do I turn them off?!?!?!?
Kenma quietly whined at his death in the game, pouting slightly as he turned to look at (Y/n). She couldn't help but laugh, his face was red with anger but he looked as if he would cry.
"Aww, what's wrong baby boy?" She began to tease, Kenma only huffed at her before he turned back to his computer. "Would you like me to have a go?"
The boy hesitated before nodding slightly. (Y/n) placed her stuff aside and grabbed a blanket before she waddled over to her boyfriend, sitting happily on his lap. As (Y/n) got comfy and wrapped the blanket around the two, Kenma quietly told her how to play, placing the headset over her head.
As (Y/n) began to play, she felt the boy place a gentle kiss on her shoulder. She couldn't help but smile at his softness. (Y/n) continued to concentrate on the game, and somehow bet the level which caused Kenma to become annoyed.
"How did you beat it?"
"Well, I had a great teacher." She looked to the boy, smiling softly. The two studied each other's eyes for a moment before Kenma gave her a quick peck on the lips, causing her cheeks to redden
Kenma chuckled softly as he began to prepare for the next level. He stole the headset back from (Y/n), but she didn't move from his lap. The boy had decided to end the stream, but wanted to keep playing.
(Y/n) curled up on Kenma, watching as he tried to beat the following level. The two taking turns to attempt to defeat the level. They continued to play until they became tired. (Y/n) tried to move from her boyfriends lap, but he refused and had chosen to pick her up. He did struggle a little, since he wasn't very athletic, but it caused (Y/n) to laugh as he carried her over to his bed.
Kenma pouted slightly as he crawled next to her, resting his face on her chest. The girl ran her fingers through his hair, a smile on her face. "You should let me braid your hair."
"Why would I let you do that?"
"I think, you'd look gorgeous with braided hair." Kenma's cheeks reddened and he rolled his eyes, moving away from (Y/n).
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Away from you, obviously."
(Y/n) huffed, wrapping her arms around the boy from behind. She rested her face in his back. He smells like Cheetos, does this boy eat anything but Cheetos? Now I'm hungry... Bruh. I could really go for a McFlurry and some fries. Would they do delivery here? Or would I need to get up and get food?
"(Y/n)...?" Kenma interrupted her thoughts, causing her to loosen her grip around his waist.
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
"...I love you too."
"I'm not letting you braid my hair though."