Kenma Kuzome - Blog Posts
Drew some gamers from animes I know playing together! Decided to draw Kanzaki and Kenma with a hoodie to match Chiaki
Big ah forehead
Kenma in my friends style who sadly doesn’t posts a lot of has tumbler
Kenma!!!! Am tryin real long and hard to make these presentable for my friend I wanan figure out a background but oh well :’)
Kenma!! I love how i Made him
And some gay cats
The Heartbeat of Nekoma
Word Count: 809
Warnings: None
Headcanons: Nekoma x Fem! Manager ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶
The gymnasium of Nekoma High was alive with the sound of volleyballs thumping against the floor, the sharp whistle of the coach, and the occasional cheer or groan from the team. In the midst of this controlled chaos was Y/N, the team’s manager and the only girl among these lions. She moved with a purpose, her clipboard clutched in one hand and a first aid kit swinging from the other.
Kenma Kozume, usually lost in his own world, often found himself watching Y/N. Her ability to anticipate the team’s needs before they even voiced them was something he admired silently. He didn’t say much, but when he did, she always listened, her nods and thoughtful hums encouraging him to share more than he usually would. She knew exactly when to offer a silent nod of encouragement or a gentle nudge to join the team’s activities. Her notes on his gameplay were always precise, helping him refine his strategies without a word wasted.
Tetsurou Kuroo, with his wild hair and wilder schemes, relied on Y/N to keep him grounded. She had a knack for cutting through his antics with a sharp word or a pointed look, bringing him back to the task at hand. Yet, she was always there to share a laugh or a moment of triumph, her presence a steady beat in the rhythm of the team.
Lev Haiba, his enthusiasm often got the better of him, leading to more than his fair share of scrapes and bruises. Y/N was always there, her first aid kit at the ready, her gentle chiding mingling with Lev’s sheepish apologies. “You’re like a guardian angel,” he’d say, and she’d roll her eyes but smile all the same while she patched up another scrape. Her gentle scolding about being careful was something he secretly looked forward to.
Morisuke Yaku, the team’s rock, appreciated Y/N’s quiet strength. Her meticulous records helped him track his progress, and her motivational words before matches always seemed to strike the right chord, pushing him to dive deeper and reach further.
Taketora Yamamoto, would often find himself pouring out his heart to Y/N, her easy manner inviting confidences. She listened with an open heart, her advice always practical yet kind. She reminded him that fire needed air to burn bright, a lesson he took to heart both on and off the court.
Nobuyuki Kai, the vice-captain, saw Y/N as the glue that held the team together. Her organizational skills ensured that every practice ran smoothly, and her ability to juggle responsibilities was nothing short of miraculous.
Shouhei Fukunaga, ever the quiet observer, found a kindred spirit in Y/N. Their conversations were often just shared glances and knowing smiles, but the understanding between them ran deep. He enjoyed the quiet moments he shared with her, often helping her collect the volleyballs after practice. Her soft-spoken advice resonated with him, teaching him that strength didn’t always have to be loud.
Sō Inuoka, loved Y/N’s encouraging pep talks. Her pep talks were the fuel to his fire, her words igniting a passion for the game that he channeled into every leap and dive.
Coach Yasufumi Nekomata, saw Y/N as a rare gem, her dedication to the team’s well-being reminding him of the true spirit of the sport. Their discussions on strategy and player development were highlights of his day, her insights often illuminating paths he hadn’t considered.
Despite her involvement in other clubs and her tendency to stretch herself thin, Y/N never let it show. The team knew, though. They saw the exhaustion hidden behind her smile and the way her eyes would sometimes flutter shut during long strategy meetings.
It was during one such after school practice that Y/N’s head began to nod, her pen slipping from her fingers. Kenma was the first to notice, gently propping her up with a cushion. Kuroo signaling for a break, Lev draping a jacket over her like a blanket. Yaku adjusted the air conditioning to ensure she was comfortable, and Yamamoto stood guard, ensuring no one disturbed her rest. As Y/N slept, the team exchanged looks of silent agreement. They would finish practice early today. It was their turn to take care of the person who always took care of them.
When Y/N awoke, she found herself surrounded by her team, their practice finished, each face wearing a soft smile. “We’ve got it from here,” Kuroo said, handing her a bottle of water. “You’ve done enough for today.” Her heart swelled with affection for these boys, her team. Kai “You take care of us; now let us take care of you.” They were more than just players she managed; they were her family. And as they walked out of the gym together, she knew that together, they were unstoppable.
Chapter 11: One last time! (Epilogue)
LAST CHAPTER :3
pairing: kenma x gn reader (FOR THE FINAL TIME GOLLY)\
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"KENMA!!"
Kuroo's voice yelled from the entrance of the doorway. You had invited Kuroo over since he was begging to. He hasn't seen Kenma after you and him got married. He wanted to see his best friend and his best friend's spouse!
"Be quiet Kuroo. Kenma's streaming right now." You scolded him and closed the door behind him. "Oh... sorry not sorry!" Kuroo said scratching his head as he walked inside. "Yeah..." You say with a mutter. You led him to where Kenma's streaming room was and knocked gently on the door.
"Come in," Kenma's voice echoed from the room. You open the door to see that he is doing a hand cam stream. He turned around and smiled slightly at the sight of you but then frowned when he saw Kuroo. "Why is he here?" Kenma asked in playful disdain as Kuroo rolled his eyes.
"You love me! Finish your stream so we can talk!" Kuroo said putting his hands on his hips. Kenma gave you a look, to which you nodded and started to push Kuroo out of the room. "Come on, I'll make you something to eat." You said closing the door so Kenma could finish his stream.
A few minutes pass and Kenma walks back to where you and Kuroo were sitting. "I finished," He said before Kuroo tackled him. "Hi, my best friend ever!" Kuroo said as Kenma groaned. "Get off me fattie!" Kenma said trying to get Kuroo off him. Kuroo gasped and got off him.
"Tuh... rude. Man, Y/n get your husband.." Kuroo said using you as a shield to protect himself from Kenma. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Why are you here Kuroo?" Kenma asked with slight annoyance and amusement. "Oh yeah! Heh, guess what? You get to babysit today! Here you go! Here's her binky! She goes to bed at 3 pm for her nap! Bye!" Kuroo said dropping his daughter, Tani, in your arms and giving Kenma the essentials before leaving.
"Where did she even come from?" You ask looking at the baby girl in your arms. "Seriously? Whatever. It's already 2:30." Kenma said with a sigh looking at the time. This was going to be a long time. Especially since Kuroo didn't specify what time he was coming back.
/Time Skip!\
"I'm back-!" Kuroo said slamming the door open before stopping himself. He saw you, Kenma, and Tani cuddled up on the couch. Kenma's arms were around you, you were curled up to his chest, and Tani watched TV blissfully. "Aw, the two non-parents are tuckered out! Come on Tani. Let's go back before Mommy gets mad at us again." Kuroo said gently taking his daughter, wrote a quick note, and gently left the house.
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I got sick again bro what the freak.
ANYWAY THAT CONCLUDES POWER UP >0<
I got my nails done!! They are hiakyuu themed lol. The numbers aren’t in any order they are just my favorite characters from the teams.
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