Kenji Haikyuu Romane & Geschichten

“Is this because I’m taking Sush’s place? Is that why you’re like this?” “I’m always like this, Hazel. Stop making a fuss.” “You’re not like this with Sush.” “You’re not Sush.” “Is it because you’re only nice to the chief and I’m not one?” Kenji exhaled hard, eyes shut and neck angled for him to face the ceiling like he was sending a desperate plea to the deity. Any deity. “Hazel,” he began, voice low. “I’m working. We’re all working. You should be working, too.”

Every movement was etched in her mind—clear, broken down, analyzed. The first, Kenji, was fast—maybe too fast. Japanese, shorter stature, lightning footwork, razor-sharp control. He struck before others even read the cue. Exceptional reflexes, and he understood one crucial thing: he wasn't the lead—he was the shadow behind it.

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

×Higan× "Here," I said as I handed Jamie a plate with two chicken mayonnaise sandwiches on it. He took it without taking his eyes off of the TV and set it on the space on his left. "Thanks." I sat down next to him and looked at the screen to see his progress. Jamie watched the screen with intense concentration as he led his player through the field. His skills at COD weren't that good but I felt a weird sense of pride at watching him try his best.

Instead, the ache between her thighs demanded something far more primal. The wooden door to the private garden slid open. Kenji entered — a 6’10” Black Japanese security specialist with a powerfully built frame honed by years of elite training. His dark skin glistened under the moonlight as he approached the edge of the onsen. Aiko rose slowly from the water, droplets cascading down her curves. “No gentleness tonight,” she whispered, voice already trembling with anticipation.

It will hunt me whenever I try to escape or let it go. "You know..." I looked at Kenji when he spoke. "Before I met Ryo, it was really hard. I was running away," he added. He looked at me and smiled. "But you know? When I embraced the part of me being a recessive omega, it was only then that I found out that there were many people who supported me, and... I really admire you, Haru." "Are you joking, Kenji? I am weak and pathetic. So how come you admire me?" I said sarcastically.

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He grumbles, looking away from Levi and I both. “Aww….is the big bad Lycan King embarrassed?” Levi teases him, the first genuine smile I have seen since Jamari’s disappearance appearing on his face. Kenji’s eyes turn to the color of obsidian as a raspy chuckle bursts from his lips, causing him to slap a hand over his mouth in frustration. Levi bursts out laughing at the display, leaving me all the more confused. “Kenji’s Lycan Ren has the hots for me.” Levi says dismissively.

Kenji’s voice comes out guttural sounding as Ren’s overlaps with his. With one final look up at me, Kenji spreads my thighs and dives into the feast laid out before him. Levi’s arms lock around my waist, holding on to me tightly, as Kenji lifts my legs from the floor of the shower and places them across his shoulders, giving him greater access to the hidden parts of my dripping core.

I felt a chill in her stare, not coldness or hatred at all, but I had a feeling she knew what would come next. “I don’t understand your prophecy,” Kai says, shaking his head. “Who is the foreign one?” Kaede laughs quietly. “I am surprised that that is what you ask and not who the fated hybrid mates are or what the other prophecy was. You know already, don’t you, Kai?” She says, then walks up to me and places a hand on my forehead.