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gojou-violin · 1 year

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rainy days

| pairing: kenma kozume x gn!reader x tetsuo kuroo

| warnings: 18+ MDNI.

| summary: kenma hates storms of all kind, but when you're around everything's okay.

| wc: 2.7k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc , @sailewhoremoon , @bakugosgorl , @preciousamethyst , @darthferbert

| a/n: yoinked this again from my poly!kurooken fic i've been working on. def not proof read lmaoooooo. anyone wanna beta read for free KEKW

Throughout the time you’d known Kenma, he was the type of person that enjoyed staying indoors, away from the sun, hiding from the reality that it could also get incredibly cold in the winters. Streaming made excuses for him. Whenever it was too hot, he could start streaming to avoid going out with friends, and if a storm was on the horizon, he’d turn his games on with the volume on max so that he couldn’t hear a thing, not even when you’d wander in with snacks while trying to grab his attention to see if he needed anything else.

On the other hand, you loved rainy days. There was something about the gloominess and coldness that gave you an excuse to stay curled up in bed or on the couch all day while being incredibly lazy. Streaming on rainy days was especially nice because you liked to play slower, quieter, single player games like Animal Crossings and the new Pokemon game everyone was raving about; and the rain somehow gave you another excuse to always end work early so that she could watch movies on the couch while waiting for Kuroo to come home and for Kenma to stop streaming. You also had a strange attachment to cooking on cold days. Maybe it was because you felt mildly lazy and didn’t have to stream, which meant that she had more free time.

So when you woke up on Monday morning to clouds rolling in, you were relieved. Your apartment was surrounded by clouds before breakfast, and even though they all dissipated by the time you and Kenma were sitting down to stream in your separate offices, you had already decided that you would keep your stream short. Usually, you got out of bed before Kenma because your day started and ended far earlier than his, being the little gamer insomniac that he was; so it wasn’t out of the ordinary when you got up and ready before Kenma, still no sign of Kuroo who always got home late and left early in the morning. Kenma was starting to really miss him. You could tell that Kuroo’s difficult hours because of his promotion were upsetting to Kenma, but what could you do? All there was to do was wait for things at work to calm down so that Kuroo could set his own, more realistic and healthy schedule.

That aside, you gently woke Kenma up with a kiss on his cheek before a quiet whisper of a warning that you were going to start streaming soon so he’d either have to knock on your door or handle his morning by himself. He groaned and rolled over. So much for adorable love.

You kept your stream light, just like you promised. You decided to leave your office drapes open because it was dark enough outside to not affect your camera while you could still see the entire city as it rushed to beat the second wave of clouds that were rolling in from the distance. Stream started with the usual, talking about life and news. So many people wanted answers about you. Kenma, and Kuroo, understandably, yet you tried your best to ignore all of those prying questions. If people weren’t smart enough to use their context clues, that wasn’t your problem. Then, you moved on to gaming. A promise you had made a while back was that you were going to finish the new Pokemon game. No matter what. You had never finished an entire Pokemon game before, so you were making it your life’s mission this time around to do it— Therefore, you took that rainy day as the perfect opportunity to sit down and hyperfixate on finishing the game for a couple of hours before your stomach started grumbling, begging for food.

Fans were understandably upset that your stream was cut short since it was so unusual for you, however that didn’t change anything. You still waved goodbye to your chat while thanking them for stopping by. You read off the names of a couple big donors. You set up a raid to Kenma’s stream. And then you were sure to press the END STREAM button on her Stream Deck— Something you had been incredibly wary about ever since the charity stream incident.

Warm, delicious, homemade soup was all you had on your mind as you meandered to the kitchen and started pulling whatever you could find out of the fridge. Kenma, despite being in a relationship with two neat people for a long time, still had a tendency to roll out of bed every so often in the middle of the night to get up and play games, and whenever he did it, he would order some kind of food to be discreetly delivered to your door. Whatever he couldn’t finish at 3AM, he’d store in the refrigerator. He always promised that he would finish the leftovers before they’d go bad, but give a gamer rat millions of dollars and they’ll always open delivery apps before their fridge doors. So as you decided what could possibly be thrown into your soup pot, the leftovers were the first to go. Chicken from the other night that was likely to spoil within the next day or so. A side dish of steamed broccoli that Kenma always refused to eat. And kimchi that he deemed to be too spicy for his midnight cravings. Fuck it. Everything had to go eventually anyhow.

So despite your wariness of the outcome of this concoction, you threw everything into the pot on the stove with some chicken broth.

The soup boiled fairly quirky, it was just a matter of waiting on the vegetables to soften and the protein to marinade before it was all ready to be lateled into a soup bowl that you carefully carried over to the couch so that you could cozy up there while watching Kenma’s stream on the TV. He was playing some odd Nintendo Switch story mode game that you weren’t quite familiar with. His face was all scrunched up in concentration, his knee was tucked up against his chest as he kept his foot propped on the seat of his chair, and he was silently switching his attention between chat and the game. Kenma loved streaming. It was his outlet to express himself while playing video games however and whenever he pleased— And the best part was that he didn’t have to talk to anyone if he didn’t want to. When he was playing with you or any of your other friends, he would sit silently and listen along, occasionally chirping in with a note or two; but when he was streaming by himself, chat could go on and on and on for hours without hearing a single word from him. He loved that there was no pressure to interact with people. Though it could be considered awkward or weird to have your face in front of millions of people on the internet, that was actually the one part of it that never got to him.

Lightning struck outside the apartment. Thunder crashed, rumbling through the ground which shook the floor of your apartment only slightly. You tucked your feet under yourself while pulling a blanket over your lap, now finished with your warm soup that was… Well… It was made of random ingredients, so it was about as good as it was going to get. However, as you finally relaxed to put all of your focus back on Kenma, you saw that he was frantically saving his game while telling chat that he was done for the day. Without so much as a “goodbye,” he ended the stream. No outro. No music. No overlay. Just. Ended.

You raised a brow at the blank TV screen.

Suddenly, the door to Kenma’s office flew open. Your attention snapped to him, catching the way his hood was hiding his face as he dove at you, sliding onto your lap and wrapping his arms around your neck in one fluid motion. You instinctively held him.

“What is it?” you cooed quietly.

He buried his nose in the crook of your neck as he mumbled a weak reply, “Lightning.” His arms tightened.

“You heard it through your headphones?”

He nodded.

“It’s okay…”

You caressed his back with both of your hands while doing your best to shhh him into tranquility. Kenma was on edge. You could feel how tight his posture was— How constricted his muscles were. Poor thing probably had his game sound all the way up and still got spooked by how violent the thunder had been.

“It smells good,” he told you.

“I made soup.”

“What’s in it?”

“Your leftovers.”

“Can I try?”

You looked around, and concerning your predicament of how he had his body wrapped around yours like a python capturing its prey, and his nails were digging into your back like a cat climbing a tree… There was no way in hell you’d be able to get up to get him any. If he would let go, of course you’d get him some, but asking Kenma to let go of you was an impossible task. It felt like you could never find the words for something like that. How could you ever want him to let go of you? If it were up to you, you’d have Kenma clinging to you for the rest of your lives because he was yours, all yours, no one else’s, and you loved that; because despite the fact that the relationship you two had together and with Kuroo was extremely public, at least being together was the one thing no one else could intrude on. You’d never ask him to let go of you. Not in a million years.

“Sure, when Kuroo gets home.”

As if he heard his name summoning him from somewhere across the country, the front door unlocked and in came Kuroo, his hair flat on his forehead from the rain, his umbrella dripping water all over the floor. He kicked his shoes off at the front door to prevent tracking in mud. With one push to get his hair out of his way, Kuroo spotted how Kenma was curled up in your lap, and as you gestured to the window, he instantly understood.

“Scaredy cat,” Kuroo teased lovingly as he approached, “did the rain get you again?”

Kenma forgot about you in his attempt to pull Kuroo onto the couch so that he could suffocate him in his death-grip instead of you. It gave you the opportunity to slide him completely onto Kuroo before escaping to grab a towel from the bedroom, throwing it at Kuroo as you ran back towards the kitchen to get two bowls for each of them. When you returned, you set the bowls on the coffee table to cool off while you waited for the moment when Kenma would calm down; and in the meantime, you sat beside Kuroo to dry his hair since his hands were a bit preoccupied.

“You’re home early,” you noticed.

“Not much to do content or promotion wise when the weather’s gloomy and the players want nothing to do with me. Decided I could do the rest of my work from home.”

Kuroo pulled off Kenma’s hood to force the “scaredy cat” to look up at him, earning Kenma a solid kiss that he’d been needing to help him calm down. You continued to shake the towel through Kuroo’s hair. He had the cutest curls whenever his hair got wet, but he always straightened it and gelled it up because that was his “iconic look” that supposedly got him hired in the first place. While you would die to see him walking around with curly hair in his face and an undercut, Kuroo always laughed at the idea because curly hair just wasn’t his thing, which to you was the most cruel thing about the reality of being with him. Stubborn man.

“And I had a strange feeling that the storm wouldn’t settle well with our kitty here.”

As you left the towel on top of Kuroo’s head, you nuzzled Kenma’s cheek lovingly with your nose. “Our sweet boy.”

Kenma’s left hand grabbed your shirt so that he could hide his blush between yours and Kuroo’s bodies that were already squished next to each other. You laughed and ran your fingers through Kenma’s straight hair. You realized that he needed to get it dyed again soon before your next press event in Korea.

“Movie,” Kenma pouted.

Kuroo grinned. “What was that? Couldn’t hear you behind all that blushing.”

“You’re stupid.”

“Heard that part.”

Despite the fact that you were already reaching for the remote to change the TV to a comfort movie Kenma would probably like to watch given the circumstances, Kenma didn’t turn to face it. In fact, part of you was certain that he would never turn around to watch it. The existence of the movie was just to drown out the noise of the eye of the storm that was passing overhead; An idea that you could happily get behind.

“How did stream go?” Kuroo asked the both of you.

“I chatted for most of it. Didn’t want to set up a game or anything like that,” you replied.

“Bad game,” Kenma mumbled.

You rested your head on Kuroo’s shoulder. “I thought it looked fun.”

“Too easy.”

“Oh, so then it’s actually really difficult for the rest of the population. I see.”

Kuroo giggled.

The movie played in the background, but really all of the focus was on Kenma and how he was starting to relax. His grip went from tugging on your shirt and strangling Kuroo to resting in your lap so that you could hold hands and to Kuroo’s hair so that he could play with the ends of it. His legs slumped, making it easy for you and Kuroo to move him later. His eyes started to flutter shut as his long night of gaming off-stream began to catch up to him. The storm was passing. Not only was the lightning and thunder long gone, but the rain had died down, too, leaving behind a gentle drizzle that pattered calmingly against the windows.

“Poor thing,” you whispered, running fingers through his hair once more.

“Gotta admit he’s perfect like this, though,” Kuroo whispered back.

It was true. Kenma was by far the most adorable thing you’d ever laid eyes on with how he could seem so small and gentle— Like a thing that you could carry around and cherish in the palm of your hand. That was why you’d fallen in love with him in the first place. Online interactions only did so much to prove what kind of person Kenma Kozume was. It wasn’t until you two met up for the first time that you saw how sweet he was physically and socially that you decided then and there that you’d be in love with him for the rest of your life.

“He got hungry, but I think I’ll put his away for now. Did you eat yet?

Kuroo stroked Kenma’s back softly while shaking his head.

You sat up to grab one of the bowls, warning Kuroo that it wasn’t the best thing you’d ever made, but it was food; to which Kuroo opened his mouth comically wide for a bite. You laughed at his goofiness before spoon feeding a good serving with all there was to offer. For a second, you watched as he chewed through some of the soft broccoli and hand-shredded chicken.

“It’s food,” he teased.

You hit his shoulder before giving him more.

There wasn’t time or the means for Kuroo to finish it all right then and there, but when he’d had enough to hold him over for a bit, the bowl returned to its spot on the table and your head returned to resting on Kuroo’s shoulder. In the next few minutes or so, you expected that Kuroo would offer to carry Kenma to the bedroom and you’d reheat his food in the meantime, but until then, you decided to cherish this little moment. The clouds were still rolling over, but the storm was completely gone. Your sweet boy was asleep and adorably wrapped up in the arms of the one person who could take good care of the both of you. How could anything else be that perfect? How could anything else amount? Truth be told, this was why you liked storms so much. You hated that Kenma hated them, but at least you could love how he’d scurry to find comfort with you. At least it brought Kuroo home sooner. At least you could enjoy the little moments.

#op #kenma #kuroo #haikyuu #fanfic #kuroken #kurooken #kenma kozume #kenma fanfic #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fluff #kenma fluff #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo fluff #kuroken fluff #kuroken fanfic #kurooken fluff #kurooken fanfic

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greyfix · 2 years

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Mental Mess

Part 1/5 of the KuroKen Drabble Collection

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Kenma was standing in front of his bathroom mirror attempting to fix his tie when Kuroo walked in. Kuroo looked completely put together and way more attractive than Kenma will ever admit to him being, and when he looked in the mirror to see Kenma’s struggle he just laughed. The cocky smirk that came with was just a little more than Kenma could handle in combination with the perfectly fitting three piece suit. He could feel his cheeks heat, but ignored it.

“You’re a mess,” Kuroo spoke as he spun the smaller boy around to face him. He pushed Kenma’s hands down to his sides, and went to work untying the horribly done tie and fixing it with a much more intricate knot.

Show off, Kenma thought. “If you think that’s bad, you should take a look inside my head.” he said turning back to the mirror to fasten his hair into his signature half up bun. “I’m basically unfixable at this point.

Kuroo bent down to whisper into Kenma's ear, “I have no doubt.”

#kuroken #kuroken fluff #kuroken tension #kuroken drabble #haikyuu #kuroo #tetsuro #kenma #kozume

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miyasstan · 2 months

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Born to watch haikyuu movie on premiere day, forced to be an international fan 😭😭😭

(IT'S HAIKYUU DAY, I WANNA SEE IT SO BAD)

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nubisaureus · 9 months

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Been having KuroKen x reader brainrot lately so here ya go, some spicy headcanons for y'all!

character(s): Kuroo and Kenma (timeskip)

pairing(s): KuroKen x afab!reader

contents: polyship (Kuroo x Kenma x reader), domestic shenanigans, cuddles, finger fucking, drooling, neck kissing

a/n: YALL DONT EVEN UNDERSTAND THE BRAINROT THATS CONSUMING ME I NEEDED TO WRITE THIS SO BADLY AAAAAAH

not proofread!

Enjoy! <3

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they're both completely smitten with you

Kenma is very clingy; he loves playing games while you two are hugging: he rests his head on your shoulder, while you basically nap on him

you and Kuroo are the ones to remind Kenma to eat and sleep properly: he'd even forget to drink water without you

Kuroo loves to tease Kenma just to get on his nerves; and that is usually done by giving you attention: he gets jealous super easily

of course it's healthy jealousy: they love competing for your attention, and overwhelming you with theirs

Kenma is a very interesting switch; his sex drive isn't high, but when he's in either a dommy mood or subby mood you can rest assured that things are gonna get steamy

as for Kuroo, he loves going with the flow: he definitely isn't a sub, yet doesn't mind when Kenma takes the lead

Kenma loves making you both writhe for him: he'll usually make Kuroo watch as he makes you feel good, then have him be desperate for release

on the other side, when Kuroo takes the lead, he loves to tag team on you with Kenma: they'll overwhelm you so badly that you won't even know left from right

«Look, Kuroo. Look how good they're feeling because of me.» he shoves two fingers in your pussy, making you writhe and ache for him to move. His clothes feel electric on your naked skin: it's humiliating that they are both still in their clothes, in a way; yet it also feels arousing. Besides, they'd get naked soon enough. Kuroo looks at the whole scene, while kneeling in front of the bed: your pussy spread out in front of him, yet he's forbidden from touching you, not until Kenma's sadism issatisfied. His fingers move in and out, while Kuroo is basically drooling: when he's satisfied, he tentatively danglesthem in front of Kuroo, a smirk plastered where his usual poker face stands. «Want a taste, Kuroo?» he teases, and shoves his fingers in his mouth, while Kuroo sucks on them like he was a man dying from thirst who had been offered water on the brink of his death.

just thinking about what transpired that night makes you wet still to this day

you usually end up sandwiched between the two of them when you're watching something or just cuddling

as you're cuddling, Kuroo would usually be the one to support you both: you usually lay on him, your head resting on his chest while he uses one hand to stroke your hair and the other to stroke any part of Kenma's body he can reach from his position

Kenma usually lays on top of you, with his head on your tummy, as he uses your chest as a console stand for his Switch (a/n the console this time BAHAHAHA)

as he plays on top of you, you love running your hands in his hair: you usually undo his bun, untangling his hair, then run your fingers through it, admiring the little goosebumps that surface on his skin, along with the little shivers he desperately tries to hide

that's just one of your cuddling positions though: another one you particularly love is when you rest your head on Kenma's lap, while Kuroo lays on you

in those times, your hands are in his hair, messing his bed head even more, although he doesn't particularly mind: he's laying on you after all

meanwhile Kenma is obviously playing a game, but will choose a chill one, which gives him the time to stroke your hair and look at you both with an embarrassed face, while Kuroo will tease him about that (a/n i need Kenma blushing in my life so badly-)

you take care of them both, and they take care of you as well

«Kenma..stop sitting like you're a question mark, please» you grab him by the neck, much like a cat, and pull him backwards, as to make him sit up straight. «He'll never learn, love. He'll end up hunched up like a croissant.» you let out a giggle, while the blond shots Kuroo a deadly look. «What? It's the truth, Kenma.» he kisses you, shooting him a challenging look. «Oh come on Kuroo, he'll get even grumpier than usual.» you kiss the blond's frown, and his face relaxes immediately. «I'm not grumpy...» he protests, as Kuroo lowers himself to stare at him dead in the eyes. «Bullshit. But since you're cute, I guess I'll let it slide this one time.» and kisses him, making the frown come back as he focuses on his game again. «I need to finish this video and you both are distracting me. Don't you have anything better to do?» he huffs, his puffed cheeks making you and Kuroo erupt in a loud laugh. «Sure, we can do each other.» he retorts, his shit eating grin making you shake your head. You loved those two dorks to death.

it's safe to say his gameplay took less than usual that day

Your predicament is such: you pressed between the two of them, your head resting on Kenma's shoulder while he passionately kisses your neck. Kuroo looks at the two of you, taking in the sight of the people he loves most in the world. Your necks are his weakness: he can't hold on any longer. When his mouth clashes with your neck, you can't help but let out a loud moan, your hands instinctively reaching for his hair, using it as leverage to shove his face deeper on yourself. «Something wrong, babe? You seem worked up.» he teases, while Kenma continues incessantly, his arms reaching to hug you from behind, his hands wandering around. «Seriously, Kuroo?» your breath is ragged, so instead of coming out as an angry question, it comes out as more of a whine. «I'm as serious as it gets, babe. So?» he licks an undefined spot, making you squirm in the very small available space between their bodies. You try to catch your breath. «How could I be composed when I have my two boyfriends ravaging my neck?» you blurt out, as they both chuckle.

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lab-of-trash-prompts · 28 days

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A offers B a hip massage after taking it up the ass for the first time and it just leads to more sex.

Or it maybe it doesn't. Maybe it just leads to some nice cuddles and emotional intimacy. That's super cool too. If not much cooler.

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anrikun00 · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day

Kozume Kenma | Kuroo Tetsuro

#haikyuu #kuroo testuro #kuroo fluff #anime #kozume kenma #kuroken #kenma fluff #valentines day

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brkrknspokesperson · 2 years

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•̀ᴗ•̀ shirts

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sunarintarotea · 1 year

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kuroo listens to justin timberlake i don’t make the rules

#kuroo testuro #kuroo fluff #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro scenarios #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro imagine #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro fluff #kuroo tetsuro smut #haikyuu drabble #haikyuu #haikyuu matchup #matchups #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #kenma fluff #kuroken

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baby0mi · 2 months

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Them❤️‍🩹

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #kozume kenma #hq kenma #kenma #kenma kuzome #kenma fluff #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsurō #hq kuroo #kuroo fluff #kuroken #kuroo x kenma #haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu kenma

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fingerfuck-the-function · 5 months

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Kuroken au where kuroo foolishly ( deliberately) "forgets" to pack his boyfriend's jackets on a trip with the vb teams just bc he wants kenma to wear his jackets and snuggle up to him

Kenma figures it out but goes along with it bc he loves his boyfriend and likes to be clingy sometimes

#haikyuu #kuroken #hq #hq fluff #hq kenma #hq kuroo #kuroken au #moots pls ignore my obsession with the haikyuu gays #i love em sm

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neon-gin · 10 months

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Kuroo and his wife in another life 🍑

#kenma kuzome #kuroken #kuroo tetsurou #hq fanart #kuroken fluff

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wheredoipunch · 9 days

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kuroo x kenma

(the italics are song lyrics or emphasis, don't worry you'll be able to differentiate)

Kenma had been playing video games all day long.

Kenma loved video games.

Kenma also loved Kuroo.

But Kuroo didn't need to know that.

They had been best friends forever, and he didn't want to ruin things with him. He cared about Kuroo too much to lose his friendship. Kenma loved Kuroo so much. He loved the way Kuroo looked at him, his dark eyes full of adoration, slight amusement, and something else he couldn't quite recognise.

It sort of looked like love.

But Kenma was probably delusional.

From the background, his playlist blasted out of his phone.

'I wanna ruin our friendship'

Suddenly, his door burst open, and out of it came Kuroo, in all his dark, tall glory. Kenma almost had a heart attack. He also hadn't noticed he was screaming.

'We should be lovers instead'

"Kenma! You've been inside the whole day. You're coming with me, whether you like it or not. I'm dragging your ass out if I have to." Kuroo said, loud and obnoxious as ever. Meanwhile Kenma was still hyperventilating on the floor. "House…keys…Kuroo…" he wheezed in panic. "You gave me spare keys, remember?" Kuroo said, smirking.

"And I regret it immensely."

"As you should."

'I don't know how to say this'

"Okay, you're coming with me."

"Where though?"

"Bokuto, Akaashi, Oikawa, and Iwa are meeting us at that new karaoke place in," Kuroo paused to look at his watch. "Ten minutes ago. Okay, get up, we're late."

"I hate you."

'Cause you're really my dearest friend'

"And turn that damn music off."

To this, Kenma obliged. He didn't want Kuroo to hear the simpy playlist he had made dedicated to him. He ran upstairs, threw on his best (and tightest) pair of jeans, and a random t-shirt with a cat on it. He hurriedly came back down, where Kuroo was waiting.

Maybe he was just imagining Kuroo's expression change for a second.

Maybe his mouth didn't hang open and his eyebrows didn't raise in surprise.

Kenma was imagining things.

They reached the karaoke place in around fifteen minutes, where they were greeted by their friends. Oikawa ran up to them. "Kuroooooo you promised it wouldn't take you too long to drag Kenma out todayyyy." he complained, pouting. They hadn't noticed Bokuto creep up behind them until he slapped Kenma's ass and said "Damn, Kenma, those jeans are tight as hell. You tryna seduce Kuroo?"

Kuroo went red. Kenma rolled his eyes.

"If you must know, there's another girl I've got my eyes set on."

"Ooo~ Kenma's gonna get a girlfriend tonight~" Oikawa smirked.

Akaashi dragged Kuroo, who looked severely confused (and slightly constipated) away to get food and sign in so they could play.

"Who's the girl?" Oikawa nudged Kenma. "Tell us everything."

"You really wanna know?" Kenma asked.

"Tell us or we make you sing first." Bokuto said.

"She's…your mom." Kenma said, and sprinted away as fast as his legs would carry him. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, he ran right into Akaashi, who managed to spill all six of the open Coca Cola bottles on him.

Kenma, now drenched in Coke, opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish.

"How did you manage to drop all six onto me?" he sputtered.

Oikawa and Bokuto were cackling in the background, Bokuto holding onto Oikawa's arm for dear life as he wheezed so hard he cried. Iwaizumi shook his head, but laughed along with them.

Kuroo was giggling wildly as Akaashi apologised profusely, also grinning like a mad man.

A few seconds later, Kenma joined in, shaking with laughter.

After they had all finished teasing Kenma, Kuroo pulled him aside, and silently tugged him to the bathroom. He pulled off his hoodie and handed it to Kenma, his hand awkwardly touching the back of his neck. "Your shirt's drenched." he said, smiling softly.

"Oh yes, I wasn't aware of that." Kenma muttered.

Kuroo's face lit up in a grin. "Who would've guessed."

"Yup."

Kenma took his shirt off quickly, rinsed his hair in the sink (he doesn't know how he managed either), and put on Kuroo's hoodie.

It was ridiculously huge on him.

"You…you look cute." Kuroo said, eyes slightly widened.

"Thanks." Kenma's blush extended to his shoulders.

They left and had a concerning amount of beer with their friends. They all thought it tasted like trash, but they did it for, in Oikawa's words, "the plot". The plot of what, god knows.

"I love you, Kenma." Kuroo slurred, putting his arm around Kenma's shoulders.

"What?" Kenma asked, ready to spontaneously combust.

"I love you. I've loved you for a long time now." Kuroo muttered.

"You're drunk. I'm drunk. You don't mean that."

"I'm a coward, Kenma. Alcohol gives me the courage to say things I can't say when I'm sober. Do you love me too?"

"I love you so much, Kuroo Tetsuro."

"Good."

And then Kuroo kissed him.

Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, and Akaashi cheered in the background, but they barely noticed them.

This was their moment.

"Wanna get out of here?" Kuroo asked against Kenma's lips.

"Desperately."

They booked a cab and went back to Kenma's house, where they made out a bit more and Kenma beat Kuroo at Mario Kart more than Kuroo would ever admit.

He didn't mind losing to Kenma, though.

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