boundless | haikyuu!! x male reader oneshots

│kozume kemna│

(Y/N) liked Kenma. That part was obvious.

He liked his hair, his eyes, his personality, his smile, and everything else.

He also liked seeing Kenma embarrassed. That part was not as obvious.

Kenma didn't really show embarrassment well, but (Y/N) could tell he is when he averts his eyes or speaks quietly.

And he doesn't mean embarrassed as in, Kuroo and Bokuto start a cult and tell everybody at volleyball camp embarrassed, he means giving him stuff embarrassed. Like last week when (Y/N) shared some of his lunch with him, and the setter stumbled over his next sentence with pink cheeks.

He liked giving Kenma things and doing random stuff for him. So he was planning to confess to him while doing that. He just had to wait for an opportunity to arise.

(Y/N) stretched on the floor, getting ready for practice as Kenma and Kuroo waited. They decided to start showing up to practice as early as they could so they could try out new moves without their other teammates. It was mostly just Kenma and Kuroo but (Y/N) liked to watch anyways.

"Oh, there's this new game I want," Kenma spoke softly as Kuroo listened in half heartedly, spinning a volleyball around. "It's about.. well, never mind," Kenma yawned. "I'm too tired to rant about it right now.."

"Don't worry, I already heard you ranting about it to (Y/N) yesterday," Kuroo smirked while Kenma gave him the side eye.

(Y/N) didn't seem to be paying attention, and Kenma rolled his eyes after a minute. "I don't rant.. and stop smirking, Kuroo."

"Oh, Kenma," (Y/N) grabbed the setter's attention and suddenly stood up, disappearing and coming back with his bag.

Kenma walked over to him, curiously looking down at him. He took out a new water bottle, styled after some random game he thought he could remember Kenma talking about. "I saw how Yamamoto accidentally stepped on your old one and dented it so.."

Kenma gently grabbed. "Oh, um.. thanks," he looked to the side. (Y/N) smiled. "I-"

A bang echoed through out the gym, and there Yamamoto was, already dressed and ready.

"Come toss to me, Kenma!" Yamamoto waved his arm to catch the setter's attention. (Y/N) watched them before the rest of team arrived.

Practice was over soon enough, and (Y/N) tried to catch up to Kenma after thoughtfully planning out his words.

"Kenma! You were great at practice today!" (Y/N) finally caught up, matching his speed with the other so he could walk beside him.

"Oh.. Thanks, (Y/N). You too." (Y/N) suddenly smiled sheepishly, tucking his hand into his jacket pocket and pulling something out.

"I heard you talking about this game yesterday, and then I saw it in the store and.. Well, here," he placed the game into Kenma's hands.

Kenma's eyes widened as he looked at the game closely. "Th-thank you, (Y/N)," he mumbled, even quieter than usual. (Y/N) beamed.

"You're welcome!" (Y/N) didn't have to look at him to know Kenma's gaze was focused directly on him to try and figure him out.

Two gifts in one day? (Y/N) felt that maybe he was making himself even more obvious. He went to say something again only to see that Kenma had sped up his walking pace and was ways ahead of him. "Next time," he mumbled to himself, snickering as he imagined the setter's face.

Next time happened to be in pouring rain just after practice ended the next day. "I have to get to the train..." Kenma mumbled, peering outside with a frown. He shivered as a breeze swept through the doorway.

"Hey," (Y/N) took off his sweatshirt and handed it to Kenma. "You looked cold and wet and I have the team jacket under it too.." He tugged at his team jacket as if to prove it.

Kenma's eyes flicked back and forth from the sweatshirt to (Y/N). His eyes narrowed before diverting to the side as a blush spread across his cheeks. "Than.. Thank you," he mumbled, slipping it on.

(Y/N) smiled and flipped the hood over his head playfully. Kenma hit him in the shoulder, giving him a half hearted glare.

"Come on, we gotta run to get to the station!" he took Kenma's hand, pulling him forward.

"I don't want to run," Kenma huffed, tugging at his hand so he would slow down. (Y/N) did and expected him to let go of his hand. He didn't.

(Y/N), immediately tongue-tied because of handholding, did not confess. Next next time, he swore to himself, trying to hide his happiness at something simple like this.

Next next time was after three days had passed.

"Kenma, what's wrong with your hand," (Y/N) tugged him to the side when the team was taking a water break. Kenma stared at him before glancing down at one of his fingers.

It was red and it looked painful.

"I think something bit me and I scratched it while sleeping.."

"I'll take care of him!" he chimed happily to his teammates, leading Kenma to where he had his bag. "Look! I have Pokémon bandaids!"

"Why do I need a bandaid?" Kenma mumbled but didn't resist as (Y/N) put a Mudkip one on him.

"So you won't scratch it anymore!" he smiled. Kenma stared at him and began to lean in. (Y/N) leaned (up/down/forward) to meet him halfway when they heard Kuroo calling for them.

Alarmed, (Y/N) jolted further and unfortunately knocked their foreheads together. "Ow, ow!" he sprang back and away, clutching his forehead with a wince.

Next next next time had to be the one, he scowled as he scurried away from the setter and back to practice. He didn't dare look at Kenma's expression, fear creeping up on his skin.

Luckily, there didn't have to be a next next next time for (Y/N).

He was focused on doing after practice stretches when suddenly there was milk being spilled on him.

"Lev! Why do you even have chocolate milk during practice?!" (Y/N) screeched, looking at his now stained clothes in anguish.

He was already in a bad mood because he hadn't confessed to Kenma yet and hadn't even looked at him in the face in days.

Kuroo tried to scold the tall teen but could only break out into fits of laughter. (Y/N) jumped up, marching towards his bag.

Kenma exited their changing room, watching silently as (Y/N) stalked past him angrily.

(Y/N) opened his bag, reaching for an extra change of clothes when he saw a small container of his favorite candies.

He picked it up, looking it over in confusion for a note or anything that could indicate who gave it to him. There was none. But the only person who knew he liked the candy was Kenma.

He smiled and walked over to the door, opening it and spotting Kenma about to exit the gym. The setter glanced back and his eyes met (Y/N)'s.

The setter blushed almost unnoticeably and quickly ducked his head, leaving and closing the door behind him.