𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 | kozume kenma x fem reader [rewriting]

prologue

a quick note-important!!!

hellooo!
idk what to begin with lmao

i feel so, so, so sentimental about this book.
i don't really remember why exactly i unpublished this. i'm sorry for those who wanted to read this back then 😭 i probably thought it was cringe or something.

recently i decided to reread this fanfic in my drafts and i was like "its actually not bad. its a cute story, feels like a comfort book."
but it lacked something so i'm giving a shot to rewriting this.

i remember being so proud of this fanfic. over 300k reads? INSANE.

it might be a comfort book to some of you, just like sentimental it is for me. so, enjoy the rewritten version <3 i hope u like it

♡

"𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝘆 '𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂!"

"Literal tears!"

Bokuto's voice cracked as he wheezed like a dying hyena, one hand slapping his desk in pure glee. Kuroo was no better, nearly toppling out of his chair as he leaned back, breathless from laughing. It was the kind of uncontrollable chaos that only erupted when their group chat veered fully off the rails.

Kenma, nestled in his gaming chair and practically swallowed by his oversized hoodie, snorted softly, his amber eyes flickering with amusement. Keiji, ever the picture of composure, was failing miserably at hiding his grin. The quiet quakes of his shoulders gave him away.

They were all logged into Kenma's Discord server — a gathering spot for what felt like half the volleyball world. The voice channels buzzed nonstop, filled with friends, rivals, and a random assortment of people who somehow managed to fit into their odd family. Nekoma, Fukurodani, Karasuno, Inarizaki, Seijō — it was like a mad carnival where gaming, trash talk, and borderline illegal levels of banter ruled supreme.

In the meantime, Keiji's webcam flickered, and his door creaked open. A moment later, his sister walked in, moving with the kind of effortless confidence that made her presence magnetic. She was wearing light-blue sweatpants, a cropped top, and an air of serene indifference that could probably trademark itself.

He muted his mic immediately, leaning back in his chair to answer her question. The second she came into view, Bokuto froze mid-laugh, his jaw dropping like he'd just seen an actual goddess descend from the heavens.

"KAASHI, TELL Y/N WE SAID HIIII!" he yelled, his voice cutting through the chatter like an airhorn. He waved both hands wildly at his camera, like his energy alone could break the fourth wall.

Keiji shot him a look that could kill, but he relayed the message anyway. "Bo, Kuroo, and Kenma say hi," he said, his tone resigned.

Y/N glanced at the screen and broke into a smile so radiant that it might as well have had its own Instagram filter. "Hi, guys!" she chirped, her wave cheerful and breezy before she disappeared back out the door.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Keiji unmuted again. "I'm back," he announced, calm as ever.

But Kuroo was already leaning forward, his grin sharp and mischievous. "My god, Akaashi, your sister is so hot."

"Bro, that's just elite genetics at work," Bokuto declared solemnly, gesturing as if he were giving a TED Talk. "Akaashi family bloodline? Top-tier."

Kenma, who had been silent until now, tilted his head thoughtfully, his voice cutting through like a scalpel. "Does she game?"

Keiji sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Occasionally."

"Cool, cool, cool," Kuroo said, his grin widening like a fox who just spotted an open henhouse. "So maybe... invite her to play with us? You know, for team synergy."

"Kuroo," the brunette said flatly, his gaze sharp. "You're not flirting with my sister."

"Who said anything about flirting?" Kuroo threw his hands up in mock innocence, reclining in his chair like he was auditioning for a rom-com. "I'm just saying, she seems cool. Totally platonic vibes. Promise."

"Platonic my ass," Keiji shot back, his tone as dry as a desert.

"But respectfully, she's so fine."

"Kuroo, fuck off."

Kenma chimed in, his voice calm but laced with mischief. "Maybe she can carry Bokuto for once."

"HEY!" Bokuto's offended squawk was immediate, but it only set the group off into another round of raucous laughter.

Keiji let out a long-suffering sigh, but the faint twitch of a smile betrayed him. "Fine. I'll ask her. But if you do something weird, Kuroo—"

"No promises," Kuroo replied with a wink, clearly undeterred.

As the laughter picked up again, Keiji shook his head, his annoyance softened by the fact that this kind of chaos had become his new normal. Kenma's server was a madhouse, but it was their madhouse, and that's why they kept showing up.