CAUGHT IN 4K

by nanamisrightbuttcheek

Summary:

You are Kenma's partner. You're hanging out on his bed while he's streaming, you forget he’s streaming and…… (you can twerk in this story if you can’t in irl it’s good that this isn’t bahahaha)

Notes:

CHAT HELP ME OUT IF YOU LIKEY PLS COMMENT OR INTERACT I WANNA KNOW WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT!!!!

Chapter 1

The soft clicking of keys is the only sound heard in the room. The glow of a computer monitor illuminates the mostly clean bedroom. A bed with comfortable pillows and blankets fills up most of the room. Next to it, a gaming set up sits quietly. Kenma is playing an intense match, he’s been playing for hours. You snuck in just before he started his stream. You were content in just chilling in his bed while he worked. You occupied your time with reading or scrolling on the socials. You had brought your headphones to not disturb the stream.

You glanced over at the tired gamer. The glow of the monitor illuminating his eyebags. In your opinion you liked them. Your eyes drifted to his hair which he tied up in a low messy bun. Another one of your weaknesses. Which Kenma used to his advantage. Maybe he did it on purpose today. The corners of your mouth lift up watching his eyebrow furrow as he concentrates. You go back into your own world, your phone consuming your attention once more.

The hours blur together, and suddenly you awake from your endless doomscrolling. You look towards the desk. Empty. Kenma must be done streaming, you thought to yourself. You mind wonders if he managed to get something to eat. You slowly get up from the warm bed and stretch your arms in the air. You take off the hoodie you “burrowed” from your boyfriend. You had put a white tank top under it before you left your house so you could have an excuse to bask in the oversize clothing belonging to your boyfriend. Your pants sit low on your hips exposing your mid drift.

You slowly stand up from the bed, you find your phone in the bed still playing TikTok'S. You scroll to the next video and it's a (twerkable) audio. You move your body to the beat and shake ass as the song ends. You scroll to the next video and it's another audio. You move your body once more to the song. You pop your hips at just the right time, and smile to yourself. Completely unaware of the person watching you.

Kenma leans on the doorframe two glasses of water in hand. He smiles as he watches you silently.

You turn your body in a circle rocking your hips with you. You open your eyes and scream as you finally notice Kenma watching your dance party.

“You scared me babe” you said embarrassed.

Kenma raises his eyebrow and walks towards you. Placing the glasses on the side table. He brushes a stray strand of hair away from your face. He stays silent, observing your face (card). The intensity of his gaze makes you self conscious suddenly.

“Stop looking at me like that or I'll get even more embarrassed that you caught me being dumb.” you say avoiding his gaze.

“Nothing I haven’t seen before,” he finally says, his teasing tone doesn’t escape you. You hit his chest playfully. He catches your wrist and leans in. He rests his forehead against yours and soaks in your presence.

“I missed you” he whispers.

“I was sitting right there dummy.” you respond pointing at the dent in his bed.

“Mhhh” he hums in response. You bring one of your hands to his chest, the other playing with his hair. Kenma closes his eyes, finally able to rest after his chaotic gameplay.

“Are you ok” you ask the tired streamer.

“Recharging” he simply states. You laugh at his short response. The sound engraved in Kenma's mind, he never wanted it to end and he never wanted to be the one who ended it.

“Need more power, eq low” Kenma says dramatically as he leans in closer. You smile as he places his lips softly on yours. You kiss back only for Kenma to deepen the kiss. Finally break apart, you look into his eyes breathlessly.

“Did you eat today, or should I order something?” you ask. Kenma eyes flicker down to your lips. You smile at his answer.

“Are you done streaming today?” you ask.

Kenma’s eyes widened suddenly. He rushes over to his computer. You turn towards him, only to notice that all of that was caught in his livestream. The dancing, the twerking, the kiss…

Kenma quickly shut down the stream. He turns towards you. Silence hangs in the air. How could he forget about his stream? He never wanted you to force you to reveal yourself to his fans unless you wanted to of course.

“Kenma, how many people were watching that stream?” you ask the gamer apprehensively.

“20k people” he responds. You process his words for a moment.

“So 20k people saw me twerk.” you state back at your boyfriend.

“Fuck, that’s usually just for me” Kenma whispers in frustration. Kenma was lost in deep thought thinking about your safety now that the internet saw your amazing twerking abilities. You smile at him as you walk towards him. You hook your arms around his neck and bring his face towards yours. His hands instinctively grip your hips.

“Are you ok? I didn’t mean to, I swear I turned my cam off before I left the room-” Kenma begins to ramble.

“It’s ok babe, it needed to happen eventually. Maybe it was earlier than I wanted and maybe not with me looking like a dumbass but I'll be ok. We’ll be ok.” you reassure the nervous streamer. Kenma sneaks his arms around your waist.

“You could never look like a dumbass but I wish they hadn’t seen you dance like that. I like to keep that between us.” he states shyly. You smirk at his statement and bring your body flush to him. Kenma’s mind goes blank.

“Don't worry, you can get a private show” you wink at him. The corners of his ears flush pink. He clears his throat as you grab his arm and drag him to his warm bed.

 

~Bonus;)~
You woke up to a pair of warm arms wrapped around you. You shifted slightly only for them to tighten around you, trapping you into the warmth. You open your eyes slowly to see your beautiful, majestic, talented boyfriend sleeping soundly in front of you. You smile to yourself.

You manage to get one of your arms free and reach for your phone. You open TikTok and the first video you see is yourself from yesterday's stream leak. You scroll to the next one, it's of you and Kenma's kiss from yesterday. You scroll again and it’s an edit of you twerking. Each time you swipe it’s footage from yesterday's stream. You close your phone. Kenma’s brings you closer.

“You broke the internet babe” he whispers in your ear sleep imbedded in his voice.

“Want me to send you the edit?” you tease the sleepy gamer beside you.

“But I have the real thing right here” he replies back playfully. His hands shift slightly teasing your skin.

“I'll send it anyways” you reply back as you send him a cute edit of your kiss from the other day.

Chapter 2: SICK >-<

Summary:

I got sick a couple days ago sooooo this is very self indulgent. (i'm ok now) Anywayssss Kenma takes care of you. This is a continuation from the last chapter just so you know.

Notes:

CHAT HELP DO YOU LIKEY? PLS LET ME KNOW BY INTERACTING I WANNA KNOW WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT.

It had been a couple weeks since you accidentally twerked to the whole world revealing your identity. It didn’t really affect you that much. Most of Kenma’s fans were very supportive, and when a hate comment appeared, Kenma wanted to sue them for defamation. You had to reassure him that it didn’t really affect you that much. He usually grumbled at your words, but you were quick to catch on to what he really wanted. So each time you brought your arms around his neck, pecked his nose, and walked away from your blushing boyfriend. He usually followed you around like a lost puppy, demanding love and affection after.

The room was cold. So cold it seeped into your bones. It wasn’t because Kenma’s room didn’t have heat. He actually preferred it slightly warmer than most people. A wave of chill runs through your body, you were sick. You wrapped your arms closer to yourself as you shivered from your rising temperature.

It was stupid really, you got caught in the rain yesterday on your way home. You had forgotten your umbrella, and were too stubborn to buy a new one. When Kenma opened the door you looked like a wet kitten. Your hair clinging to your face, your clothes dripping in the entryway, as he dragged you away from the downpour outside and into the warmth of your shared apartment.

“Next time call me,” Kenma whispered as he dried your hair with a towel. You were leaning against the couch, Kenma sitting above you as he tried his best to warm you up.

“You were busy” embarrassed, you fiddled with your thumbs.

“I always have time for you” he states, pulling his (your) favourite hoodie and slipping it over your head. You flush at his words.

You smiled to yourself as yet another chill ran down your spine. Your body ached as you snuggled into Kenma’s pillow, feeling the soft fabric and familiar smell, comforting you instantly. You looked over at your boyfriend, he was streaming. He wanted to take the day off and look after you because of your condition (a mild cold), but you forced him into his chair so he wouldn’t disappoint his fans. His eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated, he looked so cute like this. His bottom lip slightly pouted, his nose scrunched, eyes locked on the screen.

You coughed, covering yourself under the covers trying to not make any noise because of the stream. You peeked back from your barrier and glanced at your boyfriend who seemed less concentrated than before. You sniffled, trying to clear your congested nose. You hate being sick, it sucks. (it really does)

Kenma's eyes flickered over to you, his attention fully on you, the stream long forgotten. He really wanted to look after you but you had forced him to stream for at least a couple hours. Kenma tried to concentrate back on the game but your sudden coughing fit made him whip his head around to you.

He quickly grabbed his water and brough it to you. You grabbed it carefully not wanting to spill on his clean sheets. Kenma rubbed your hand soothingly as you sipped on the water. His headphones hung around his neck.

“I’m ok” you reassure the tired man. Kenma doesn’t seem reassured by your words. He comes closer and places his cold hand on your flaming head. The coolness of his hand soothes your aching head.

“You’re hot,” he whispers in concern, bringing a hand to your cheek.

“Thank you, you know you’re pretty hot yourself” you murmur, smiling up at your caring boyfriend. A small smile graces his lips. You glance at his monitor to see his stream still on. Kenma notices your concern.

“Was I being too loud?” you ask self conscious.

“They were worried about you” he answers, bringing his hand in yours and giving it a squeeze.

“They're so nice to me” you gush. Kenma smiles at you sweetly. He brushes a strand of your hair out of your face.

“You should go back to them or they'll miss you” you say softly.

“And you” he asks, not wanting to leave your side even though he’s legit 2 feet away.

“I’ll manage,” you playfully push him back to work. He pouts but reluctantly turns back to the monitor.

“So cold to me” Kenma whispers to himself, not knowing you overheard him. You quickly grabbed one of the plushies on his bed and playfully threw it at him. It landed square on the side of his face. His eyes widened in surprise. The plushie falls to the ground.

“Wow, you saw that chat right?” he asked the camera. He pauses as he reads the box of people laughing and teasing him. You giggle at his reaction.

“Even in their weakened state they still managed to hit me” Kenma chuckles, he pauses again reading the box once more.

“Is your partner sick? Yeah they got sick, nothing too bad,” Kenma answers. You wrap yourself back into your cocoon blanket.

“How did they get sick?” Kenma reads another question and turns to you.

“Do you want to answer these, they’re all about you?” he asks. You pop your head out of your cocoon. Ever since you had accidentally revealed yourself, Kenma’s chat box was filled with questions all about you. He tried his best to answer them but there were just so many of them he couldn’t get to them all. The chat exploded with requests of your appearance.

“Oh, now they really want to see you love” Kenma looks at you apologetically. You shuffle towards him not fully in the frame of the camera, the big blanket wrapped around you.

Kenma swiveled his chair so you could sit down. You quietly sat down on Kenma’s lap and read the flowing comments that were pouring in. You smiled at the intensity of the comments.

“Omg they’re here everyone be nice”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, Kenkens partner is here”

“Are they finally gracing us with their presence????”

“Hi everyone” you greeted the audience and waved to the camera.

“For those who don’t know me I am dating this guy over here” you point to the shy gamer you were currently sitting on. Kenma’s face was buried in your neck recharging. You lean forward reading the chat, a pair of arms snake around your waist.

“How did you get sick?” you read a comment. You lean back, resting your back against Kenma.

“Umm I got caught in the rain yesterday and I was too stubborn to buy an umbrella.” you answer.

“But don’t worry I have a great nurse to look after me?” you say in a teasing tone, the arms around you tighten. You look behind you in concern.

“Kenma, are you ok?” you ask your tired boyfriend. He hums in response. You turn back to the chat.

“You guys are so cute, how did you meet?” you read out loud.

“Aweeee. For this story to make sense, we must travel back to my second year of high school” you announced to the chat wiggling your eye brows dramatically.

 

The sun hung high in the air. No clouds in sight. Nekoma High was particularly quiet at the moment. The students had either gone home or were busy with their clubs.

“Why do I have to do this?” you muttered under your breath, holding a large stack of papers, the papers were piled so high you could barely see above them. You almost had a chance to go home early today but your teacher asked you to drop off some papers at the gym because they had a date or something. You weren't sure, you didn’t really listen to the rest of their speal. You weren’t excited as you didn’t really want to interact with anyone at the moment, especially teenage boys who stinked. You wanted to get this over with. You huffed in annoyance and turned the corner.

Suddenly you hit a solid wall, except it wasn’t a wall, it was a boy. Papers fly everywhere as you stumble to the ground. You quickly gather the papers trying to hide your sudden embarrassment.

“Sorry” you mutter. A pair of white and red volleyball shoes appear in your vision. You glance up, only to see the most beautiful teenage boy you’ve ever seen. You're frozen in place as you gawk at the boy in front of you. His two tone hair glistened in the afternoon sun. His shocked piercing eyes looked at the mess on the ground. The boy kneels down and starts helping you gather all the papers on the ground. You noticed he was in a gym uniform and you wondered what sport he played. He looked kinda scrawny, but maybe he has a sleeper build or something.

“Are you alright?” the mysterious boy asked you, handing you a stack of papers. Snapping you out of your daydream.

“i … erm… yeah… no… I'm fine” you stutter out. Why were you so nervous? It's just a boy. A very beautiful one but still. You had to calm your racing heart before you embarrassed yourself more. You reach for the last paper but you accidentally brush fingers with the mysterious boy. Sparks fly through your fingers, your heartbeat pumped in your ears.

“Sorry” you both say at the same time. You stack the large pile of papers neatly.

“Can I help you? So you don’t bump into someone else” he asks. You freeze, you're trying to think of words but for some reason they are not forming on your tongue. You nod your head instead. The mysterious boy grabs half the stack, leaving the rest to you. You slowly make your way to the gym doors.

“Are we going to the gym?” the boy tiredly questions you.

“Yeah? Is something wrong?” you answer.

“No, I was just running away from someone.” he mutters

“Who were you running away from?” you ask. Finally reaching the gym door.

Suddenly the gym door flies open and a tall boy with a rat's nest for hair stands before you. You scream and jump bumping into the boy beside you. You stumble slightly but you feel an arm steady you from embarrassment.

“KENMAAAA stop flirting and get back to practice.” The tall teenager looms menacingly at the mysterious boy behind you.

“Shut up Kuroo” Kenma mutters, ears burning. Kenma walks quietly into the gym trying to ignore the embarrassment he was feeling.

“He wasn’t flirting, he was helping me” you state wanting to clear the air. Kuroo tilts his head observing you.

“Potato potato, you’re bleeding by the way” Kuroo states pointing at your knee, which had a small scratch on it. You look down at your injury. You shrug your shoulders not really caring about the small scrape and enter the gym.

The bright lights flash in your eyes. The sound of volleyballs bouncing off the walls echoed in the gym. Kenma had already placed the stack of papers on the bench. You followed suit. You're about to thank Kenma but he had disappeared. You notice that the room had gone silent. You turn around only for everyone to be staring at you. You smile awkwardly and start to leave the gym.

“Hey wait up” Kenma's voice stops you. He runs over to you. He stops catching his breath and hands you something. It’s a band aid.

“Sorry we only had Pikachu ones left.” he says shyly. You grab the band aid from the boy’s hand.

“I like Pikachu,” you reassure the shy boy. The corner of his lips tug up.

“Thank you for all the help Kenma” you say as you turn towards the door and walk out of the gym. Kenma stood frozen. He had never heard his name sound so softly. He needed to hear it again. Then the sudden realization hit him. He didn’t even know your name.

“I can’t believe Kenma is capable of flirting” Kuroo said behind Kenma, he had watched the whole thing go down.

“Shut up, rooster head.” Kenma mutters

“And that chat, is how I first met your dad” you smirk at the chat box, leaning against your boyfriend who had been listening to you ramble on. His eyes had been studying your expressive face the whole time. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you recalled the details. Or when you paused dramatically, and moved your arms to recreate the moment he fell in love with you.

“Are you high school sweethearts?” you read from the chat. Your tired voice brough him out of his daydream. He then remembered you were sick. He noticed your voice was ragged from the animated story time, and your face wasn’t as animated as before. You were tired.

“No, but you’ll have to wait until next time?” you answer back in a teasing tone, smiling at your own joke.

“Kenma-” his warm palm on your forehead stops your sentence.

“You're still hot, my love” he says softly. You gasp dramatically.

“Kenma, not in front of the children” you shyly say. He rolls his eyes, a small smirk graces his lips. He leans closer, his mouth next to your ear.

“I meant your temperature my love.” Kenma’s breath brushes your ear sending a chill down your spine. You turn so you’re face to face with your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Then stop flirting with me, you hunk” you whisper teasingly. He noticed your tiredness but he also knew how stubborn you were.

“You need to rest,” he states.

“But I like talking to them, they’re so nice to me” you say.

“What if they steal you from me?” Kenma teases.

“What, you jealous?” you say, a smirk starts forming on your lips.

Suddenly you’re lifted up into the air. You squeal at the sudden action and tighten your grip around your boyfriend. Kenma loved your reaction every time he did this. He would never grow tired of it. He carefully placed you on the bed and turned to the monitor.

“Bye” he announces to the chat and turns the stream off. Your soft snores make him turn back to you. The only part of your body exposed to the “cold” air was your head, poking out of your blanket burrito. Kenma made his way quietly to your side. He placed his hand softly on your forehead. He furrowed his eyebrows as he felt your rising temperature and walked gently out of the room.

He came back a couple minutes later, arms full of things he determined will bring your HP higher. The quiet gamer brushed strands away from your warm forehead. A soft groan leaves your lips at the feeling of the damp cloth being placed lightly on your temple. Kenma freezes, not wanting to wake you from your beauty sleep. His eyes analyse your sleeping face, taking in your tired face. His breath catches in his throat, you looked so peaceful. Your eyebrows furrow.

“Kenma” you murmur in your sleep.

“Yes love,” he answered back softly, bringing himself closer to you. A sigh escapes your mouth. Kenma smiles as he sees your pouted lips and sleepy eyes slowly open.

“Kenma my head hurts” you whine.

“No shit sherlock you're sick” he responds sarcastically. A smile tugging at his lips.

“Hug me” you demand, your boyfriend. He huffs out dramatically but slowly makes his way towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist, bringing your back flush to him.

“Sleep love, I'll make soup when you wake up” he whispers tenderly in your ear. You hum in response letting the warmth of your boyfriend's arms rock you back to sleep.

~timeskip~

The smell of food filles your nose. You open your eyes, expecting to see your beautiful boyfriend, only to be meant with a cold empty indent. You groan as you gingerly stand up from your coffin. You wrap your blanket around you and begin the search for your boyfriend.

You drag your feet across the floor towards the kitchen. You smile at the sight before you. Kenma stood by the stove, sweatpants hung low, hair tied up, muscles flexing as he stirred the mysterious substance in a pot. Your cheeks flush at the realisation that he was shirtless. You shuffle towards him and lean your head on his exposed back. You feel him tense under your touch.

“How are you feeling love?” the gamer asks softly. He turns off the stove, and attempts to face you but your arms keep him in place.

“Love?” he asks, peeking over his shoulder. Your face is still buried on his back.

“Stop teasing me, it’s not fair,” you mutter into him. He chuckles at your words.

“Your hot skin was burning me alive,” he justifies, carefully pouring a soup servings. You grumble at his response.

“Seems more like you were getting back at me for stealing your fans.” you mutter under your breath, loosening your hold on your doting boyfriend. Finally being free from your grasp, Kenma hums as he grabs a spoon. He dips the metal into the hot liquid, blowing on it gently, and bringing it close to your lips.

“Open” he states, you pout but begrudgingly open your mouth. Kenma carefully feeds you the warm liquid. Your eyes widened, shocked at how the flavours seemed to explode on your tongue.

“Good?” Kenma asks.

“Where did you order this, it's so good” you question.

“I made it,” Kenma responds, suddenly feeling shy. You quickly grab the bowl and start eating the liquid gold Kenma worked so hard on.

“You should cook more often” you tease the man, playfully nudging his side. He hums, taking the bowl from your hand. He props you up on the counter, making you squeal and wrap your arms around his neck for stability. He grabs the bowl once again and feeds you slowly under the dim light.

“Only if I get to feed you” he teases back. You contemplate his offer. You're about to respond when two surprisingly strong arms pick you up from the counter, and lift you into the air bringing you to your shared bedroom.

“I can walk Ken” you complain to your stubborn boyfriend.

“You don’t need to lift a finger when you're sick. Your only priority should be getting better.” he says. You hide your blushing face in his neck at his sudden affection.

“Sleep love, I can look after everything else.” he reassures you.

~timeskip~

You had fallen asleep long ago. Kenma had stared at your gorgeous face for most of it. He took some photos, trying to capture how beautiful you looked. Eventually he made his way over to TikTok, aimlessly scrolling. His thumb swiped and swiped when suddenly your face appeared. His thumb froze. His fan had posted a clip of the stream from earlier. He smiled as they edited you both together. He opened the comments curiously. He read through a couple.

“Awww my poor single heart”

“Who am I supposed to be jealous of, they’re both beautiful”

“EVERYONE, LOOK AT THE WAY HE LOOKS AT THEM! HE’S SO INLOVE” Kenma glances back at the video and there was no denying the fact that his gaze was not concealing the affection he has for you.

“Indeed I am” he comments. He closes his phone and wraps his arms around you bringing you close to him. He syncs his breathing with your soft snores and slowly falls to sleep.

~bonus~
It had been a couple of days and you felt much much better. You could finally breathe out of both of your nostrils and walk up the stairs without feeling like a 90 year old. The only problem was, sickness was contagious and your stubborn boyfriend had caught yours.

The only problem was that he insisted he was fine and continued his schedule. You burst into the bedroom, arms crossed, looking like an angry chihuahua. Kenma instantly went through all the possible explanations he could think of. Before you could say anything. Kenma turned his chair to face you.

“I was updating them about your condition, they were worried about you.” he declares, he wasn’t entirely wrong they were very worried.

“Really?” your anger vanished suddenly at his words. You slowly make your way to him. Leaning over and greeting the chat.

“Hi everyone, excuse my dishevelled state, ok, I just got back from work.” you say to the camera. Kenma hadn’t taken his eyes off of you since you entered the room. In his eyes, you always looked breathtaking. Or maybe he couldn’t breathe properly because he was congested.

You feel two arms wrap around you and pull you onto a certain sick gamers lap. You read a couple comments.

“Mama i papa are finally reunited.”

“I NEED A PART TWO OF THE STORY”

“Papa Kenken is playing bad, I think he’s sick”

Your eyes widen at the last comment. You turn towards him.

“Are you sick?” you ask concerned.

“What?” Kenma replies, trying to avoid the question.

“They said you were playing badly. That only happens when you're sick or when I'm teasing you” you question.

“I don’t play bad when you're teasing.” Kenma answers, avoiding the question again. You roll your eyes, and put your hand on your stubborn boyfriend's temple. You gasp as you feel his hot temperature.

“Why are you so hot?” you yell at him. Kenma smirks and pulls you closer to him.

“Wasn’t trying to be” he teases. You roll your eyes and stand up from his lap.

“Up” you demand. Kenma slowly stands up from his gaming chair. You manhandle him to the bed, pushing him to his back and wrapping him shivering body with a blanket. Kenma’s eyes widen at your sudden actions, enjoying it more than he should.

You angrily walk out of the room. A couple minutes pass, you barge into the room, arms filled with your HP healing remedies. Kenma lays silently not wanting to disturb the storm brewing.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you whisper, placing a damp cloth on his forehead.

“I didn’t want to worry you” he tiredly replies back.

“I’m gonna worry anyways, so tell me next time idiot.” you say gently. You softly brush a stray strand away from his face. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes basking in your tender touch.

“Can you play for me? They've been asking for you all day.” Kenma asks. You think for a moment.

“Only if you promise to sleep” you bargain. Kenma answers your deal by closing his eyes and snoring. You laugh and sit in his gaming chair.

“I’m back everyone, your daddy Kenny is sick so I will be taking his place for the rest of his stream” you announce to the chat.

You continued his game, chatting here and there with the chat. As the night dragged on you finally ended the stream and crawled into bed with your sleeping boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around him and slowly drifted off to a peaceful sleep.

Chapter 3: LOW HP >////<

Summary:

Do yall want more story? I originally wrote it as a oneshot but I'm thinking of continuing? Also it’s -40 CELCIOUS where I live right now and I wanna ☠️. Any thoughts? If you have a request let me know.

The room felt empty. Kenma has been missing your comforting touch since you rushed off to work in the morning. He hissed as his character died for the seventh time this match. Kenma's eyes flicked over to the chat. They’ve been teasing him about his poor playing all day. He checks his phone, nothing.

“Why are you playing so bad today?” Kenma read the chat out loud.

“I guess my mind is somewhere else today, sorry chat, please forgive me.” Kenma says simply.

“Do you miss our mom/dad?” Kenma reads.

“Yes” he replies simply turning back to his back as his character had finally revived. His phone lights up and without missing a beat, Kenma grabs it from the table.

Wifey/Hubby 🩷: I'm finally off work! Get those motherfucking pretty little lips ready cuz I'm gonna kiss them so hard when I walk in ;)

Kenma smiles at the text. He hearts the message and goes back to his stream.

~

A gust of cool wind cut through your thin coat. Your tired feet scraped on the pavement as you made your way towards your warm home. You shiver, another gust of wind seeps into the cracks of your coat. You regret not grabbing a thicker coat, but you woke up late as a result of your sleepy boyfriend dragging you back into the warmth and mumbling “5 more minutes in your ear. Those 5 minutes turned into 10, then 15 then 30, then you were suddenly rushing out the door trying not to be late for work for the third time this week.

You fumbled with your keys trying to unlock the door, hands frozen, the cold temperature only making it harder. The keys clatter against the door and your icicles for fingers drop the keys.

“Fuck” you mutter, bending down, to pick them up. You were about to try your second attempt to unlock the door, when suddenly, it swung open, revealing your tired boyfriend. The sleeves of his favourite black hoodie were rolled up, probably a result of an intense game. His sweatpants hung low on his hips, and his pink bunny slippers you got him for his birthday were crooked, likely a result of him rushing to the door to greet you.

“Kenmaaaa” you whine out, flopping into his arms. He catches you easily, bringing you into the warmth of your cozy apartment. You glance at Kenma’s face hoping he won’t catch on to what you're scheming. He’s too busy soaking in your presence to notice your devious gaze. You sneakily bring your cold fingers up down, slip them under his hoodie and press them into his sides. A girlish scream escapes his lips, he pries the ice cubes off that were pressed to his sides.

“Why are you so cold?” he asks, bringing your hands slowly to his mouth and blowing into them his warm breath.

“It’s your fault” You grumble. His ears perk up from your comment, he looks at your flushed cheeks from the cold and notices a pout forming on your lips. You force your hands away from his mouth.

“Cute” he mumbles. You tried to hide your growing smile, your facade was slowly slipping.

“You almost made me late again” you state as you playfully pushed his chest. Kenma grabs your hands, and brings them to his mouth. He slowly kisses the back of your hand. You freeze at his action.

He had never done that before.

Kenma brings your cold body closer to him and he rubs your tired shoulder.

“I’m sorry love, I just didn’t want you to leave. I hope you understand.” he whispers against your ear. Your cheeks glow red but not from the cold. You clear your throat.

“How are the kids?” you ask, referring to the stream. Kenma chuckles softly.

“They missed you.” he answers, stepping closer to you. A small smile graces your lips.

“But someone missed you more,” he said. You raise your eyebrow.

“Who?” you innocently asked.

“Your husband,” Kenma declares, two pairs of arms snake around your waist. You try not to crack into laughter at his words. You clear your throat to keep your composure.

“I don’t know what you're talking about, I don’t have one of those?” you teased. Kenma rolls his eyes, seeing your mouth twitch.

“Very soon you will” Kenma whispers, he quickly pecks your confused lips and leaves to go to his room. You stand still soaking in his words. A shiver runs down your spine, the cold still trapped in your bones.

“I need a hot shower” you whisper to yourself as you make your way to your bathroom.

 

The scalding hot water dripped down your spine. Kenma’s words from earlier clouded your mind. “Very soon you will”. “What does that mean? Is he going to purpose soon? Is he ready for that? Are you ready for that?” Your mind continued to spiral as you turned the hot water off and stepped out of the shower. His comment repeating in your head as you dried yourself off.

You stopped in your tracks when you noticed your (kenma’s) favorite hoodie and shorts neatly folded on the counter.

“I didn’t put those there.” you muttered to yourself. A smile graced your lips thinking about your calm boyfriend sneaking in to take care of you. You happily slipped on the shorts and oversize hoodie. Kenma’s comforting scent engulfed you.

“Very soon you will” his words rang through your mind. Your mind spiraled once more. You paced around the room. Thinking of all the possible reasons and variables. You stopped pacing and huffed in frustration.

~

Kenma had gone back to the stream. When they asked for you. He had told them you had a long day at work and needed time for yourself and couldn’t visit them tonight. He had been missing you since he left your side 30 minutes ago. He was itching to hold you and squish your cheeks together and kiss you all over but he didn’t want to overwhelm you from your stressful day. Instead he snuck in to deliver your favourite comfort hoodie in preparation for all the cuddles he would be having later as he had been starved all day from them. Kenma’s eyebrows furrowed as he entered a very tense part of his game he had been playing for weeks.

Suddenly the door burst open, you stood in the doorway, arms crossed.

“What did you mean?” you say.

“Huh?” Kenma takes his headphones off and turns in his chair to face you.

“What you said earlier” you pause

“very soon you will” you imitate his voice, adding a smirk at the end.

“I don’t sound like that,” Kenma said defensively. You roll your eyes and walk towards the tired man.

“Answer the question Kenma,” you said, slightly annoyed. Kenma gulped, you had used his name, which meant you were annoyed. He gathers his thoughts and scoots forward. He grabs your hands gently.

“One day, not today obviously, but in the future, I want you to call me that. If you want to, I don’t wanna force you into anything. If you don’t want to, that's fine-” Kenma rambling slowly dies down as he notices a smile grace your lips.

“I want to, one day, not today obviously.” You reassure your boyfriend. Kenma leans his head on your stomach, wrapping your arms around your waist.

“Good” he murmurs.

“Are you streaming?” you softly ask the tired gamer. Kenma nods his head, not lifting it from his recharge station. You bend down so you're in frame of the camera.

“Hi everyone,” you greet the live audience and wave to the camera. The chat box explodes. You read a couple of the chatters.

“AHHHH my favourite person is finally visiting”

“FINALLY WE’VE BEEN STUCK WITH HIM ALL DAY.”

“Did my parents fight?”

“Kenma said you were tired?”

“Are you wearing pants?”

You chuckle at the last one. Kenma’s head shifts against your stomach.

“Yes I'm wearing pants” you state towards the chat. You are about to pull the hoodie up to reveal your shorts hidden underneath but a cold hand stops you. You look down at your boyfriend confused.

“Let me double check first love” Kenma shamelessly whispers. His hand begins to lower. You grab his wandering hand. He grumbles in complaint but rests his hand back on your waist. You tap his head getting his attention. He gently lifts his head up and rests his chin back on your belly.

“Go back to work” you tease your boyfriend. Kenma slowly unlatches from his charging port and turns back to his monitor, not without grumbling about “low hp” and “recharging”.

“Do you need anything?” you ask, moving to the edge of the frame. Kenma’s cold hands reach down to your soft thighs and he gives them a squeeze. You squeal at the sudden change in temperature. You playfully swat his icicles away from you.

“Payback” he mutters. He goes back to his screen to avoid any retaliation. You roll your eyes and read a couple more comments coming through the chat.

“Are you wearing pants tho?”

“I wonder if Kenma’s an ass tit or thigh guy? I think he’s an ass man” Your snort at the comments.

“Kenma?” you get his attention.

“Hm” he hums.

“Ass, tits or thighs?” you ask cheekily.

“P-”

“And don’t say personality you pussy” you scold him. Kenma looks at you. He then shifts down at your exposed thighs. They look smooth, soft, squishy and warm. He wanted to lay his head there for eternity and force you to run his hand through his hair.

“Thighs” he quietly says. You gasp, genuinely surprised by the response.

“I thought you were gonna say tits?” you mumble.

Kenma eyes shift up to your chest. His large oversize hoodie concealing them from his sharp gaze. He pulls the hoodie lower trying to hide his favourite pillows. His cold fingers graze your thighs, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Are you tired?” Kenma asks, his gaze shifting back to your tired face.

“Hm, not anymore. I like teasing you with them” you respond pointing your head towards the chat. Kenma fakes annoyance as he grabs your waist and drags you on his lap.

“They were talking about you all day. I think they like you more than me” Kenma grumbles.

“Aww really?” you look towards the camera. You scan the flowing comments.

“How was work? Kenma mentioned you were tired?” you read. You huff out.

“It was so tiring.” you whine out leaning back against your boyfriend's surprisingly strong chest. Kenma takes this opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder breathing in the scent of your fresh shampoo.

“I was chatting with a customer right, then this guy out of nowhere just starts yelling at me for no reason. So there I was…” you animately tell the story of the crazy costumer to Kenma’s fans. Kenma shifts his head to look at your beautiful face. He noticed the bags that were under your eyes. His eyes scanned down to the curve of your nose, it crinkled as you told the people the guy made a weird comment about your appearance. His grip tightened around you as he listened.

“Are you ok, love?” you ask, as you glance behind you slightly concerned about the sudden shift in the tension around your waist. Kenma had been listening but now that he had your full attention, his eyes shifted to your lips. He hums, his chest rumbling against you.

“Don’t worry about me being late this morning I told my manager my cat wasn’t feeling we-” your sentence gets cut off but Kenma’s hand squeezes your cheeks together. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. His eyes haven’t left your lips. They were locked on a target and he wasn’t going to let go until he got what he wanted. He slowly leaned forward.

“Kenma, not in front of the children.” you whisper, finally understanding what the quiet man wanted. Kenma only leans closer to his target. You quickly cover the camera with your hand just before Kenma lips land on yours. He brings his hand up to your cheek to deepen the kiss. A happy hum leaves your lips. Kenma pulls away a smirk plastered on his face. Your eyes widen and you slowly pull your hand away from the camera.

“We didn’t kiss chat, he wanted me to check if he had something in his teeth.” you blatantly lie to the camera.

“Check again then?” Kenma mumbles, leaning in once more to your lips.

“Get back to work” you sold him and playfully shove him away from you.

“Yes chef” he obeys. He slowly turns back to the game he has been ignoring since you bragged in. You slowly grab the headphones that were hanging on his neck and gently put them back on his ears.

“Thank you love” he gratefully whispers to you. Stealing a peck from your soft lips. You giggle at his action and snuggle into his chest. A smile tugs at Kenma’s lips. The warmth of your boyfriend's chest begins to make you sleepy. Before you can drift off into slumber your eyes shoot open.

You shoot up in the chair and turn to the chat box.

“Y’all I forgot to say.” you suddenly state. Kenma quickly moves one of his headphones off of his ear to hear what you had to say.

 

“Kenma answered your question, ass, tits, or thighs. Which was surprisingly thighs, I know. But I never answered the question.” you said. Kenma hides his chuckle behind a cough.

“So to answer the question of the year. My answer is…” you pause for dramatic effect.

“Ass” you proudly declare. Kenma's ears flush at your response but because his headphones were covering the one closest to you, you didn’t notice. Not realizing he could hear you, you lean closer to the mic.

“And… Kenma’s ass is really cute,” you whisper. Kenma's cheeks heat up. His fingers freeze over his keyboard. The sound of his character dying is heard in his ears. He sighs in defeat, by the game and you. You turn to your flustered gamer.

“Babe you died again. Are you ok?” you asked. He didn’t say anything. You shifted closer to him.

“Are you sick again? Your face is all red.” you ask, placing a hand on his forehead checking his temperature.

 

“Did you wake up from your nap only to tell people you're into my ass?” he questions. Your eyes widen realizing he had heard you whisper about his bubble butt to the chat.

“I don’t know what you're talking about” you innocently state. Kenma raises his eyebrow.

“You know I’m recording this right?” Kenma slowly says. He moves his cursor. You grab his hand, stopping his mouse from moving any further.

“Ah suddenly, I’m feeling very tired.” you force a yawn and stretch your arms above your head. Kenma chuckles at your foolishness. He goes back to his game.

“Sleep love, I'll come join you in a bit.” he reassures you. You nestle back into his warm chest.

“Um tempting but I’ll stay right here” you mumble sleep gently taking over yourself. Kenma smiles as your body presses into him. Grounding him in the chaos that he had been feeling recently.

~

The clatter of keys fill the room. Kenma had continued his stream as planned. Your sleeping form is still pressed against him. He hadn’t lost a single match since you had joined him. You shift in your sleep, causing Kenma’s gaze to fall on you. Your warm breath hit his neck. He admired your peaceful face for a moment. He clears his throat remembering he wasn’t the only one watching you. He turns to the stream.

“I have to put sleeping beauty to bed so this will be all for tonight. Thank you for joining” Kenma tenderly says, trying his best to not wake you. He quickly ends his stream and closes his PC. After making sure everything was turned off and charging, Kenma turned back to your sleeping figure. He pulls you closer and gently lifts you up from his lap. He carefully places you on the plush bed. You roll into the blankets dragging Kenma with you.

“Oof” Kenma huffs out. He had somehow managed to fall on top of you. He braced himself up, trying to detangle himself. You abruptly latch onto him, forcing Kenma to stay in the awkward position.

“Love?” Kenma gently mutters.

“Husband, stay” you mumble in your sleep.

“Whatever you want, love” Kenma murmurs. A smile tugs on your boyfriend's lips. He moves and lays beside you. You nestle into his chest as he brings the warm blanket over both of you. Kenma matches his breathing and you both slowly fall asleep.

 

~bonus~

Sunlight streamed into the room. You shifted slowly, waking up with the warmth in the room. You leisurely open your eyes. The sight before you makes you smile. Your boyfriend's sleeping face was pushed against your neck. His breath tickles your collar bone. You attempt to wiggle out of his strong grip but his arms only tighten around you. Forcing you back into his warmth.

“5 more minutes” the sleepy gamers mumbles against your neck.

“Kenny” you whisper softly back, bringing a hand through his hair. Kenma hums in response.

“I don’t have work today” you happily declare. Kenma sighs happily, bringing you closer to him.

“But you do” you tease the tired man.

“Not anymore” Kenma grumbles sleepily.

“Yes you do” you tease him more.

“I’ll make one of those cringey couple TikTok with you if I don’t have to work” Kenma tiredly negotiates.

“Deal” you whisper, sealing the harsh negotiation with a kiss. Kenma hums in content.

~

 

Koduzen has posted a TikTok

“I forced them to making this with me” #ilovemypartner #bubblebutt

In the middle of the screen Kenma stands behind you. He waits for his cue in the music then gently lifts you up from the ground onto his shoulder with ease. Your smile is bright as he shyly flexes for the camera and slowly places you back on the ground. You abruptly grab his shirt and pull him down for a kiss. Kenma's eyes widen in surprise and the video ends.

Comments

“Mama i papa”

“Goals frfr”

“They KISSSED

“BUBBLE BUTT I’M CACKLING”

~

The sun has shifted to the west as the day has gone on. You and Kenma are now back in bed. You’re doomscrolling with Kenma hovering behind you. You check the TikTok again. You chuckle as you read the comments. Kenma groans as he reads a comment.

“Why did you put #bubblebutt” Kenma groans as he leans his head on your shoulder. You laugh at his embarrassment.

“Because you’re butt is so cute Kenny” you coo at him. He rolls his eyes but steals a kiss from your lips. You go back to reading a couple comments. Your laughter fills the air as you laugh at the funny over the top things people loved to say.

Kenma decided at that moment that he was going to make sure that sound stayed in his life forever.