Haikyuu Kenma - Blog Posts

srry i dont have much new stuff but here are meow meow sketches for ur trying times in the meanwhile

i started haikyuu 4 years ago but never finished it so i rewatched it all :] good shit

heres some kenma sketches

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» A COMPLEXIDADE POR DETRÁS DO SEU OLHAR AFIADO — capa doada

⟅18.12.2023 — eu ri mas ri que me acabei quando eu fiz essa capa pq imaginei muitas coisas acontecendo com esse título — e é muito bom me lembrar que na verdade nem era esse o título que imaginava, só que sou uma anta e não consegui colocar o título na capa, uma pamonha eu diria mas enfim — e não paro de pensar em como que foi genial esse título com esses dois. Eu não sofri tanto com a capa, acho que ela foi bem fácil de fazer, fácil não é mas ela fluiu muito bem, e estou em prantos pq eu bem que poderia doar essa capa, que ódio, pq não pensei nisso antes?! Eu estou em estado de choque e eu já até coloquei ela como uma das capas que mais me orgulhei nesse ano, sem dúvidas que ela está no meu top 5 de mais queridas. P. S.: ela seria laranja com vermelho mas não era bem esses tons que imaginava CONTUDO como sabem, eu sou uma preguiça e não vou sofrer mais, bjs <3

» CASAIS MEIO “BLACK AND WHITE” — capa teste

⟅09.12.2023 — antes que venham falar que eu só faço capa de haikyuu, eu só queria dizer que a culpa não é minha, acontece alguma coisa na minha cabeça que eu só acho imagens com qualidade desse anime, INFELIZMENTE ╮(─▽─)╭ muito triste, nem consigo dormir a noite pensando nisso… Agora falando sobre a capa, eu amo essa música e queria muito fazer uma capa preto e branco… claramente não consegui fazer como podem ver mas é nessas horas que a gente finge pra não deixar o coleguinha triste :') queria um casal muito diferente e não podia deixar os kuroken de fora dessa música, tenho um headcanons que colaboraram com isso? Sim e vocês vão aprovar minha fanfic! Bem, talvez eu tente refazer essa capa no ano que vem. E pq está dizendo talvez? Simples, ✨preguiça✨

» INDECIFRÁVEL — capa teste

⟅27.11.2023 — tava eu mal no meu domingo de boa e me veio uma explosão na mente depois de ver uma capa do noro (valeu filhote <3) eu amei que encontrei muito fácil as texturas e o casal para o plot e fui logo colocando minhas mãos na massa! Acho que a maior dificuldade da capa em si foi lidar com vermelho, amo essa cor mas acho ela extremamente difícil de mexer no meu estilo e com essa não foi diferente. Eu achei essa capa uma graça e acho que ela cumpre com a ideia que tive para ela, um chuchu.

Was sick last week + midterms, but here’s some timeskip kuroken art ฅ(ᵔ꒳ ᵔマ.ᐟ

kenma with half up hair😺:DD

someone on tiktok asked me to draw a version of the half up hair that I did for Kiri but with Kenma instead so ye here it is :P

assorted kuroken fanfic recs!!

The Wedding Hall Shuffle by icespyders

Complete, 3 Chapters, 17,604 Words

Kenma accidentally crashes Bokuaka's wedding because he got the date for Kagehina's wedding wrong. Kuroo is the best man trying to sus out who this random guy at his best bro's wedding is.

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can i be close to you by radian (arcsec)

Complete, 7 Chapters, 27,742 Words

Kenma attends Kuroo's parties every Friday for the sole purpose of taking naps in Kuroo's bed, Kuroo hosts parties not because he likes them, but because he can't stand being alone in a big empty house.

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How to Seduce Your Best Friend: A Horrible Guide by Kenma by Koushicore (Hopeishope)

Complete, 15 Chapters, 74,770 Words

Kenma wakes up 7 years in the past and has to relive his second year of high school, can he survive without absolutely ruining his relationship with Kuroo like he did the first time round?

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Personal time difference by void_player

Complete, 4 Chapters, 18,362 Words

Kenma & Kuroo were anonymous online friends as teenagers who lost contact and meet again as adults in real life not knowing that they already know each other.

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does it bite? by cowsarecooliguess

Complete, Oneshot, 30,131 Words

Fantasy AU! Kuroo is a god and offers protection over Kenma's village in exchange for a life, Kenma accepts the trade in secret as the village is unwilling to sacrifice one of its people for protection, but he's been in the god realm for weeks now and why the hell is he still alive?

microwave!!

kenma fanart cuz I've still got haikyuu brainrot :)))

Bungo Stray Kenma 🍎

KENMA GAMER ARTTTT don't know if I like it or not💔 (sitetampo reference)

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 :’)

The snow was falling rapidly as the temperature dropped lower each day and you couldn’t contain your excitement. This was going to be the first Christmas you and Kenma spend in your new shared home and your nerves just couldn’t seem to stop buzzing as you danced around the kitchen baking as you waited for your boyfriend to return from practice.

You knew he wasn’t much of a holiday person but it wasn’t often that his team had a day off from practice and you were gonna take advantage of every second.

Baking cookies in every shape you possibly could from gingerbread men to Christmas trees your guys’ kitchen would be a wreck by the time he returned home.

Rolling out the dough as you hummed you had yet to notice the cat-like man watching you with content and adoration in his eyes as he just stood there observing you. 

“Welcome home” you smiled finally noticing him as he offered a small smile back as he walked further into the kitchen

Wrapping his arms around you he buried himself in your neck “Hi” he whispered leaving a small kiss at the juncture between your neck and shoulder “How was practice?” you asked as he sighed “it was okay” you hummed in acknowledgment “you tired?” you questioned feeling how the man seemed to melt more than usual against you but you could feel him nod

“Well go hop in the shower and after you get out we can have dinner” you turned around to look at him as he whined at the movement “I don’t wanna” he pouted as you laughed 

“Yeah well you stink so go wash up” you pushed him away slightly, or at least you tried to but his grip only seemed to tighten 

“If you don’t wash up Santa won’t bring you anything but coal this year” you teased as he shrugged “that’s fine, coal is useful” you sighed trying to think of something more motivating 

“Go wash up or no cookies for you” he gazed at you probably wondering if you were serious or not “not even the Christmas tree ones?” he questioned as you nodded turning back around in his arms to focus on your task “not even the Christmas tree ones” with that the man groaned finally detaching himself from you as you laughed

“I’ll shower but you owe me later” he chuckled leaving one more kiss on your cheek as he finally went to shower.

MASTERLIST

i am absolutely free if you guys are planning on requesting some scenarios and headcannons — just leave an ask and i'll get right into it and hopefully finish it [fingers crossed].

i write for any character that i feel like writing in a certain period of the day so for now, i really feel like writing abt kenma so keep watch on the kenma content that i'll be posting.

— headcanons

— scenarios

you're it for me ; kozume kenma

your own rules and story ; kozume kenma

— aus/ long-ass fics

so close to reaching that happy end ; kuroo tetsurou (heartless au)

— series

red velvet songs turned into imagines

with you ; yachi hitoka.

ART MASTERLIST

you are in the red summer ; kenma college au

kenma as howl au

female kageyama, queen of the court

kenma as howl

i couldn't take off kenma as howl in my mind so this took me a whole day HASHDJSJS

taglist:

@animoozies

you are in the red summer.

imagine meeting kenma in your university HSDDJDJ

taglist:

@animoozies

YOUR OWN RULES AND STORY — KOZUME KENMA.

with the continuous grapple of people's mindsets and the ongoing battle of blaming the victims and not the harassers, i incorporated it through the words of this scenario because as what i have read in the trending hashtags of my country, this toxicity needs to stop.

i have experienced similar things like the one i wrote for this scenario but it involved my school uniform, a crowded bus, and sometimes just walking down the street. please, take time in being brave because what we wear doesn't define us and it isn't in the slightest, an invitation for people to become disgusting pigs.

Having Kozume Kenma as your boyfriend had its perks and downsides.

The downsides definitely pertain to his occasional tendency of becoming aloof, which you had no trouble with handling, seeing as you both started dating when you were in high-school. From the first time you met him, his own choice of being distant towards others intrigued you, one reason for your interest being his captain of the volleyball club. For such a social role in a club, the members chose him to be their ringleader (a thing that he has no say on because his best friend and the previous captain insisted to the coaches to have his ‘promotion’).

You both met when the previous manager of the volleyball club decided to search for someone who would take over her position once she graduates, introducing you to the volleyball club right after knowing you. It was a normal lunch period and you were inside your classroom when one of your classmates asked if you had any participated clubs. Being a carefree student, you still didn’t apply to any clubs and mainly because you were only a first-year. And the next thing you knew, you were whisked away by a pretty upperclassman, who introduced herself as the manager of the volleyball club.

You had no idea what conundrum you just entered.

At first, you carefully asked for the permission of the pretty upperclassman that you wanted to start once your second-year rolls in. You didn’t expect her to nod fervently with a huge and beautiful smile on her face, which made you feel small for some reason.

That afternoon, you also met Kenma, noticing how he wanted to melt into the background, making sure to never meet your eyes.

And when the third-years graduated and bid their goodbyes, Kenma was chosen to be the club’s captain, a notion that he so blatantly rejected yet accepted (albeit reluctantly) and you were now the club’s official new manager. For the first few months, you managed to make him utter more words than he had ever said to another member. You both enjoyed each other’s company and taking the time to actually get to know him; learning about his favorites and deeply understanding him as a person. Kenma also followed Kuroo’s advice on lessening the coldness he carefully wrapped around his heart and by doing so, he started liking you more than he intended to.

Now, both of you are in a relationship that lasted for three years, and the perks in dating him just keep piling up, overpowering the downsides. For instance, Kenma would always take the time in making sure you were truly taken care of; whether it be picking you up from your last class, cooking for you every other day, or having you on his lap while he plays some games with his friends (a feat that he disdainfully expressed, thinking that he wouldn’t see the members of the volleyball club anymore). He would also go out of his way to help you study for some of your subjects or even leave an unexpected kiss on your forehead, cheeks, or neck.

The naked truth, he is an amazing boyfriend.

It was a fair afternoon and Kenma was waiting on one of the benches of the Medical Sciences building, his phone opened to some random game that he downloaded to pass some time.

“Kenma!”

The two-toned boy looked up from his phone and regarded you with a fond look, his eyes softening and lips stretching in a minuscule smile at the sight of you. Three years and here he is, still having butterflies at the reality of you dating him.

“Hey, how’s class?” he asked you, staring down at you while taking your heavy backpack from you and replacing it with his own. This habit initiated when he started walking you home during high school — you exchanging bags since he only carried little things in his backpack, making it weigh like it was nothing. Once you have his backpack on, he noticed the bright stare you gave him, earning a low chuckle from him. Taking your hand tenderly and intertwining them, Kenma started walking. “Excited for our Korean barbeque night?”

You smiled widely at him. “We had another quiz earlier and we have to pass our labs tomorrow so I guess this will be one of those caffeinated nights,” you cheekily replied at him. “But I know that our Korean barbeque night will make up for it.”

Kenma flashed a serene smile. “Want me to help you? I think it’s going to be my free night tonight.”

You looked at him disbelievingly, raising one eyebrow. “You’re not streaming tonight?”

He shrugged, looking down at you with a small half-smile. “Figured that you need some company while you finish your lab.”

The two of you then waked out of campus and into the busy streets of Tokyo, your conversation never ending until the both of you stopped in front of an intersection. Waiting for the signal to cross the street, Kenma took this as a time to play with your hand.

“Hey, Kenma,” you called out, feeling his phone vibrate from your back. “Someone’s calling you.”

Kenma looked at you, released your hand from his hold, and opened the front compartment of his backpack. He softly smiled as you started bouncing subtly as if you were listening to an imaginary beat but his smile quickly vanished when he saw a man inconspicuously standing too close at you, his phone right below your skirt. The golden-eyed boy narrowed his eyes at the suspicious activity but he felt anger boiling when he noticed that the man’s phone screen depicted a front camera, your short cycling shorts in view. Without any rational thought, Kenma slapped the man’s arm, making the older guy’s phone fly from his hand, shocking the people surrounding you.

“Hey!” the man shouted, his eyes blazing as he faced Kenma, who was looking at him with a dangerously blank expression. “What’s your problem, man?!”

The two-toned boy rose an eyebrow. “My problem is that you were taking inappropriate pictures of my girlfriend,” he menacingly stated, nearing the man with pounding footsteps. Now directly in front of the man and even though he was centimeters shorter, Kenma clutched the collar of the man’s shirt in a vice grip. He glared at the man and lowered his voice in a deadly warning, “Delete it.”

You couldn’t pull Kenma out of the way when the man pulled back his arm and punched Kenma hard on the side of his face, knocking him to the ground. “Your girlfriend asked for it! Dressing like a slut in public places—”

Though slightly hazy from the punch, Kenma did something that he probably would never dare if he was younger, thinking it was too much work and would probably give him a bruised knuckle. He mustered all of his force and punched back the man, earning him the sight of a nosebleed. For such an unfit person, Kenma managed to make the man tumble to the sidewalk.

This brewed an unwanted fight on the sidewalks of Tokyo.

Now here you are, waiting for your boyfriend in one of the lobby chairs of the police station. You chewed on your lip as you run your fingers on top of your bag, which was given to you while a police officer ushered Kenma inside to be interrogated. Your mind was muddled with conflicting thoughts, starting with that perverted man who managed to take a photo of your short-covered thighs. Heck, you were wearing one of Kenma’s sweaters tucked in one of your favorite skirts. It was a normal day for you to dress up and now this happened. Your lips curled in disgust at the audacity of the unnamed man to take a picture of you, your gut boiling in anger.

For what felt like hours, the door to your left opened and Kenma strode towards you with a busted lip and bruised cheek, a female police officer following close behind. You stood up and placed your hand gently on Kenma’s face.

“Let’s get you fixed up at home, okay?” you whispered to him, your eyes probably teary at the sight of your boyfriend grimacing.

Kenma covered your left hand with his right one and regarded you with tender eyes dripping of concern. “What about our barbeque night?” He then groaned, closing his eyes briefly. “I’m sorry for ruining the night you’ve been looking forward to all week. I promise I’d make it up to you.”

“No, it’s not your fault, Kenma,” you retaliated, your eyebrows slightly furrowed. “Come on, I’m going to bake an apple pie once we get home.”

But before you could pull Kenma toward the exit of the police station, the female police pfficer stopped you. “Young lady,” she started, her expression quite troubled yet she painted a faux smile on her lips. “I think you should stop wearing revealing clothes and you should be more careful next time. Don’t wear this kind of provocative skirt when in crowded places—“

“Are your brain cells on the brink of extinction?” Kenma asked in his leveled voice, his eyes cast directly at the police officer.

“Pardon—?”

“This kind of mindset is one the reasons why our world never flourishes,” he sarcastically stated, never leaving your side while shooting his jabs at the police officer. “There will be no harassments if there are no harassers in the first place. So you’re basically implying that people get raped and sexually-harassed because of the way they dress? This is a new year and there are still people who think like that? Stop blaming the victim, then, and do your job right. You just let that perverted man go without a second thought.

“And one more thing,” he breathed, his grip on your hand tightening, “my girlfriend can wear whatever she wants.”

After that, every time you would go to class or just buy something from the mall, you would take time in making sure you never wear shorts or skirts again. Your mind was anticipating all kinds of scenarios just like the one you experienced so you only don jeans and long-sleeved shirts these days and with Kenma’s observing eyes, this didn’t go unnoticed.

One day, already dressed and preparing your breakfast, Kenma sluggishly walked out of your shared room, making a beeline towards you. He wrapped his arms around you and snuggled against your neck, his hair tickling your face, making you giggle at the adorable antics of your boyfriend. Never lifting up his head from you, Kenma only hummed against your neck while placing small kisses here and there every other minute.

“You’re wearing jeans again?” he asked on your neck, his breath making you shiver pleasantly. Bothered by it, Kenma lifted his head from your shoulder and replaced it with his hands, turning you around into facing him, your whines of burning the bacon following afterward. “Hey,” he gently called out to you in his soft-spoken voice, his hands planted on your cheek, “don’t let what that good-for-nothing policewoman and perverted bastard did get to you. I’m not saying that you don’t look good in jeans, I’m only reminding you to wear what you feel like wearing. It’s not your fault, okay?”

A smile slowly replaced the pout on your lips. Standing on your tip-toes to have your face level with Kenma’s, you placed your lips on his in a heartfelt kiss. Kenma didn’t waste a second in closing his eyes and deepening the kiss, your lips in a slow waltz with each other’s. Nipping your lip before pulling away, Kenma never increased your distance with each other as he placed his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if relishing this intimate moment with you.

Kenma called your name softly. “It’s your body so make your own rules and go spend hours in choosing what to wear. I’m only asking you to stay strong and face them without fear. No matter what you wear, know that you’re doing it because of you and never because of them.” He paused to kiss you on the forehead. “I love you and I’m so proud of you.

“So don’t let them define who you are because the [Name] I know is her own story.”

"YOU'RE IT FOR ME."

— KOZUME KENMA.

p.s. the Yukimi mentioned here is a character from one of my fics in ao3 + I would see Kenma as the type of person who have doubts and insecurities at the beginning of a relationship and his s/o will be the one who would constantly remind him that he's it for them, that choosing him will always be worth it.

He was baffled by how intense her eyes looked under the streetlight, their chocolate sheen glistening with determination and melancholy that sent a wave of guilt through him. He had every right to feel this way because he was never exposed to the feeling of having someone show their romantic intentions to him. Everything he knew about showing affection to a significant other was always witnessed by the sidelines. It was all so new to him that he found himself scrunching his face in disbelief. Because how can such a magnificent girl love him?

He doesn't deserve this.

Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, Kenma looked up to meet her gaze with a glare. "I don't understand why you like me so much. I'm this unfit and unhealthy guy in Nekoma, surviving his last year there as a wallflower. I'm short and I'm not the most flashy guy out there. In fact, some people from other schools talk about me being limp and unsteady from the way I just stand still when I'm in court in practice matches. I've been a shell of a person when Kuroo and Yukimi-san went away for university because I don't have anybody I really considered to be my friends, unlike the way they warmed my heart. I don't deserve your love.

"I'm so sorry for telling you this when we started our relationship and I deeply apologize if i sound insensitive—"

"Kenma."

His heart jolted as the syllables of his name were uttered with utmost care and adoration. His golden eyes lifted from the ground and met with hers, which looked so serene for someone who was just told that she deserves someone better.

"When you start talking like that, it made me want to tell you the many things I love about you," she chuckled.

"I love your hair. I know you sometimes express your hate for it because someone mentions that you look more feminine with it, but I will always find comfort in running my fingers through those blonde locks and I love the way you would relax when I do that. I love your calculating eyes, those golden hues that seem to pop and shine when you're out on court and when you would successfully execute an amazing play all on your own. I love your soft and soothing voice. Though Yamamoto-senpai always told you to raise your voice more often, I'd rather you keep talking in your usual timbre because it screams how delicate you are. I love your hands, Kenma. Being a volleyball player means that one should have callous fingers from the rigorous training you experience but I will always admire how yours stay lovely like a pianist. I love the spark in your stoic face when I would wear your old jacket in games, it makes me happy to know that you like it. Above all, I love your brilliant mind and how it analyzes every single move and mannerism a person has.

"Thanks to Yukimi-senpai begging me to be the club's manager, I managed to meet you and get to know you better — what makes you smile, what makes you disappointed, what makes you tick. I will always be grateful for her because if she didn't approach me that day, I would never have met a rare gem such as you.

"As for the people who talked about how unsteady and unflashy you are, I don't believe them. Because the Kenma I know is so much more than what they believed. No matter what they say, I will always believe and support you, even in your bad times — I will always be there to cheer you up unknowingly that you will be caught off guard. If you feel down about yourself, I will be the one responsible for lifting your spirits up so that you wouldn't drown.

"You will always be the one I've fallen for. Nothing and nobody can change that. Who cares what they say anyway? I got Nekoma's brain and I'm proud of you so much that I want to announce it to the world.

"You're it for me, Kenma, and it was like fate worked so hard for us to meet. And when the day comes when the flowers wither, just remember that my heart will always be yours."

Kenma gaped at her with unshed tears, her declaration rendering him speechless. He looked on the ground as he tried to swallow down his sob, cursing at the ponytail for revealing his teary face. "Why do you keep saying things that make me fall deeper for you. Just the way you look at me right now, why does it feel like I have the entire world?"

She smiled and it made her look pulchritudinous, Kenma thought. Opening her eyes, Kenma's heart ached with a vast amount of emotions. "That's because you are my world, Kenma, and I would give you anything to make you happy."

Kenma felt a tear slip from his eye, his gaze locking with her teary ones. "And you are mine, too, [Name]."

The party's over

Assinaturas feitas para o desafio que fiz de assinaturas para mim mesma, feito com personagens e pessoas. Muito obrigada a todos que aceitaram participar, me sinto muito mais confiante agora para editar assinaturas aaa <3

Se inspire! Não copie! Foram utilizadas artes oficiais da série The Witcher, do anime Jojo Bizarre Adventures, de Haikyuu, de Nanatsu no Taizai, do anime Hunter x Hunter e do jogo Twisted Wonderland e créditos as artes utilizadas de Pori e @noranb e pelos png’s disponibilizados por BeaPanda  GizeMiley e SpencerSummer

Capas e banner feitos nesse ciclo em nome do projeto astrogallery, um projeto com foco em disponibilizar para usuários edições e betagens de fanfics para a seção de animação.

Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos aos artistas nas respectivas imagens ~

Link das fanfics: “Me dê um beijinho na testa como bom dia.” “Delírios da madrugada” e "Você pode correr, mas não se esconder.”

Welcome de poucas palavras para Abbacchio com o Kenma Kozume (ah jura? -q) feito com todo o carinho, É A MINHA PRIMEIRA VEZ FAZENDO DIVERTIDO E EU SINTO QUE TO INDO BEM NISSO AAAAAAAH -qq

Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos aos fanartistas :@pyayaya @_YOZO_xoxo @heeju_Q e @ppopporibb que fizeram as artes utilizadas na edição.

Capa para a fanfic “Não se importava mais.” escrito por meu amorzinho Abbacchio (a fic dele tava sem capa, fui lá não resisti e fiz a capa pra ela <3) 

Se inspire! Não copie! Créditos ao artista @VGMT_Sue que fez essa fanart linda do Kenma e que combinou tanto com a fanfic! 

kenma and I have a special bond derived from

Spend The Night With Kenma ASMR from YUZUYA and its everlasting im afraid

i dont have a plot yet but…. pilot kenma, copilot bokuto, flight attendants akaashi, kuroo, and tsukishima fic…..

Here's the same fanart with the referenced meme btw