Haikyuu!! (Various) X Reader

K E N M A K O Z U M E X F E M A L E ! I D O L ! R E A D E R

((I know its rlly short but I re-downloaded Love Live and have become emotionally invested. Also, Kenma is my favourite and precious.))

Symphony

A big show left our idol group wasted. Each member was strewn about the dressing room. I sat a sagging sofa while the leader fanned herself with one of the show's programmes. All this was a price to pay for fame. A record number of attendees for just one show. Videos and picture were appearing and spreading on social media like wildfire. Checking my Instagram, several people have already started to (basically) stalk me. Miraculously flattering shots. It seemed so surreal that only a year ago, I was mucking around in a classroom with not a care in the world. After a quick group talk, we all split for our own cool downs. I decided to take a walk around the seemingly desolate stage. Crumpled fliers and stray confetti littered the platform. Two people still seemed to mill around, despite the absence of entertainment. A bed-headed giant and a cat-like shrimp. What an odd combo. I drew close, they had not noticed my appearance.

"...Dude, I'm not waiting here all night for you to ask your 'waifu' or whatever for a scribble. Go get the shirt and poster signed so we can get the hell out of dodge. I feel like I'm growing a neck beard with each prolonged minute I'm here."

The smaller of the two nodded sheepishly in response. Being the minx I am, I snuck up behind the two, before whispering ghoulishly into their ears:

"Boo!"

I got more of a reaction from the giant. Choking back a scream, he stumbled slightly. Shrimp only fazed for a second before snapping back in reality. The two seemed so surprised to see me here. I flash them a bashful grin and flash them a thumbs up. A small smile flits across Shrimp's face while a smirk form's on Captain Disheveled.

Captain was the first one to speak. "You're the one he wants to sign his merch."

It wasn't often I got asked for autographs. It was mainly the others because they had more experience. I was a fresh face, no real character yet. "Really?!" A small rush of blood causes my face to gain a red hue. "S-Sure!"

Shrimpy is taken aback by this outburst as well. He reluctantly pulls out a shirt and poster for this certain tour, along with a marker. "Thank you."

I scribble on both items before handing them back. The group wont leave for another hour or so, there was tons of time to kill. "So...How come two guys like you are here?"

"Birthday surprise for this guy," Bedhead slaps Shrimpy on the back heartily. "Only just got the tickets before they sold out completely."

The short boy is winded slightly by the slap and has to recompose himself before nodding in response. They seemed so mismatched for best friends. But then again, our idol group is exactly a bunch of carbon copies. All little musical trinkets for the amusement of sweaty old guys and young girls alike. Out of hours, they forgot all kinship and carried out their 'sinful' lives. I didn't get the green light for forbidden love yet, but hell is it tempting. We're supposed to keep it pure for the public, no real love so those guys can fantasise about me being with them. Most idols tend to have some cutie on the down low, we are teens after all. Seeing Shrimpy really makes me wanna try it. Love, that is.

I give the shorter boy a swift hug. "Happy Birthday...I'm sorry. I don't know your name." I chuckle slightly.

"It's Kenma. Kenma Kozume." He smiles, trance-like. Kenma is in a state of shock, unable to believe that an idol hugged him.

Closure...

I pull the boy in for a hug, longer this time. "Happy birthday, Kenma!"