𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 | kozume kenma x fem reader [rewriting]

chapter seven

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘇𝘇𝗲𝗱 with its usual mix of laughter and shouts. Half the squad was hyper-focused on their constructions, placing blocks with surgical precision, while the other half was preoccupied with launching each other into lava, trapping each other in obsidian cages, and occasionally yelling, "it was accident!" over the discord call.

What was the occasion that day? Bokuto's Ultimate PvP Tournament—a spectacle he'd hyped up for two days.

"Alright, idiots, gather up!" His voice boomed through the call, a mix of enthusiasm and self-importance. "I have created the perfect arena. It's revolutionary. It's—"

"A mess," Yaku interrupted, deadpan.

"Right, because perfect definitely means random death traps," Y/N chimed in, barely holding back laughter. "This place looks like it failed its building inspection."

Bokuto gasped audibly. "How dare you disrespect it! Kuroo, back me up here."

"Eh, it's kind of giving cursed Hunger Games," Kuroo teased, the smirk in his voice clear.

"Fine, haters," Bokuto huffed. "You'll all appreciate it when you see it in action."

"Uh-huh," Kageyama muttered flatly. "Can we just get this over with? I'm only here to see Hinata die in the first five seconds."

"Bold of you to assume you'll last longer," Hinata shot back.

Sugawara snickered. "Kageyama acting like he isn't here just for the drama. Honestly, respect."

The group finally gathered in-game around Bokuto's self-proclaimed masterpiece. The arena was a chaotic blend of uneven terrain, random pillars, and pits of bubbling lava. It looked less like a battlefield and more like Minecraft had suffered a glitchy existential crisis. At its center, Bokuto stood atop a precarious obsidian tower, punching air like he was to announce something to the whole world.

"Behold!" he declared. "My battlefield of champions!"

"More like a deathtrap for idiots," Kenma muttered, barely audible over the chaos, but Y/N caught it and stifled a giggle.

"Alright, rules are simple!" Bokuto continued, ignoring the shade. "Last one standing wins. No bows, no potions, and definitely no whining when I destroy you all."

"Wait, no bows? What kind of dictatorship—" Y/N started, only for Bokuto to cut her off.

"Silence, peasant! My game, my rules!"