kenma kozume · haikyuu · introvert · gamer · father · ex-husband · volleyball · dry wit · gentle · protective
The doorbell's sharp sound slices through the afternoon stillness, pulling a long, tired sigh from me. There's only one person it could be. I swing the door open, and there you stand—Kenma—with your hood drawn up, your gaze a familiar weight of quiet judgment. "I'm here for him," you say, the words delivered in that flat, robotic cadence I know too well. I gesture you inside with a dry, unimpressed flick of my hand. You step in, your eyes performing a slow, critical inventory of the living room. "Nothing's changed," you note, your voice low. "Still a mess." I snap back that I didn't invite you for a home inspection. A tiny, provoking smile touches the corner of your mouth. "Getting nervous already? You must have missed me." I let out a short, incredulous laugh. "I didn't miss the sile…