#Kuroo x Kenma

[incorrectkuroken]

Kenma, reading Kuroo's journal: "Marry someone who looks sexy while disappointed!" Kenma: [stares at Kuroo in disbelief] Kuroo: See? Perfect.

[izumchan]

[meofthoois]

3rd year Kenma x college kuroo

[itswannysenpai]

Kuroken Telephone 📞

[ajoyee]

[dalandanii-danayaaa]

inspired by the fish neck tie i found on pinterest 😭😭

was supposed to be a prank gift but kuroo ended up liking it lmao idk if the bacon tie even looks like a bacon 💀

[struwberrii]

kenma headcanons ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

like the title says,, here are my cute kenma headcanons from my head that i just made up just now, hope you guys like ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ (mostly relationship stuff)

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hes super blunt and honest, a bunch of his classmates dont like him because he always tells it how it is

probably takes in stray cats sometimes and hides them from his family

lives in the same 3 hoodies

literally doesnt do anything if he doesnt feel like it, probably is behind on homework and stuff because of this

one of those people who say they don’t like the taste of water

HATES physical touch, but if you like it he lets you hug him or whatever you want

teaches you how to play his favorite games and also plays your games (if ur also a smelly gamer/j)

SLEEPER BUILD everyone always acts like hes so weak and scrawny like no he isn't the strongest but like he still played volleyball and practiced daily i KNOW he would beat me in a fight physically OR verbally and im literally taller than him (╥﹏╥)

i also feel like hed probably try and stay in shape after high school even though he doesnt have the best diet but i feel like hed still stay active yk?

probably writes you cute notes because he doesn't really know the words to say or hes scared of sounding stupid

loves doing small hands on things, like puzzles or lego building or rubix cubes

lays his head on your lap literally like a cat

loves when you brush/play with his hair

doesn't have the energy to argue over anything so he literally just lets you do whatever you want

if you suck at games he always carries you because hes just happy youre playing with him ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

gatekeeps you from his followers (they know he has a partner)

wears your cute hair clips to keep his hair out of his face while he games/streams

lives in fluffy socks

isnt very good at showing affection so he just showers you in little gifts and presents, even if its not super fancy or expensive gifts

i feel like he would give the warmest hugs

bluntly/genuinely compliments you

shares his food/snacks with you

probably has terrible vision and keeps his electronics way to close to his face

has the worst posture, you have to remind him to straighten his back, like it literally sounds like popping bubble wrap when he sits up straight

soda/energy drink addict

gets so aggressive on voice chat when hes gaming like hes airing out the whole server... EVERYONE is catching strays tonight

acts like he hates pet names but secretly loves it :3

[kamapon]

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[sahrii]

hiii! Can you please do sick f!reader x kenma and reader is a big crybaby a quiet clingy and if you have time can you please make it long? And thank youu<3

hiiii!!!! Here it is, I really hope it’s to your liking!!

Also guys keep requesting, requests are open!

Enjoy <333

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“Oi lover boy, your girlfriend is—“ kuroo began but got instantly cut off by kenma, whose eyes were glued to his gaming console.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Kenma cut in immediately, his voice low but edged with irritation. His thumbs didn’t pause on the buttons of his console, though his jaw tensed ever so slightly.

Rustling noises of students walking around the crowded cafeteria swirled around them as the group sat together at their usual table. Plates clattered, bursts of laughter echoed, and chairs scraped the floor, but Kenma’s focus remained pinned to the dim glow of his screen.

“Why so defensive?” Kuroo smirked, and added “but anyway, your not girlfriend girlfriend looks like she just finished pushing a whole car across the continent”

Although kenma initially didn’t care, or tried to act like he didn’t care, his sharp, cat-like eyes darted upward, reluctantly shifting their focus to you.

You were sitting a few tables away with a couple of other classmates, but even from this distance, Kenma could tell something was off. Normally, you were full of energy during lunch, cracking jokes, dragging your friends into conversations, and—most importantly—occasionally wandering over to annoy him. But today, you sat slouched over your tray, barely picking at the food.

Your usually bright expression was replaced by a pale, sickly complexion. Your cheeks and nose were lightly tinted red, and your movements seemed sluggish, almost robotic.

“Ooo are we gonna see our lover boy in action?” Said kuroo smugly.

Kenma’s eyes narrowed, his irritation bubbling to the surface. “Will you shut up?” he muttered, flipping his console closed with a soft click as their lunch time was up, indicating the start of the next class.

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Kenma’s eyes kept finding their way to your back.

Sat behind you, he couldn’t focus on the test paper in front of him which was glaring at him, asking him to solve its questions.

Kenma’s pencil hovered above the test paper, his gaze flicking up toward the back of your head for the third time in five minutes.

Your usual straight posture was gone, replaced with a tired slump. Every now and then, you sniffled softly or shifted in your seat, but it was clear you were barely holding yourself together.

The class bell finally rang, signalling the end of this test and the school day. After packing up, kenma approached you, bag casually swung on his shoulder and hands in pockets.

“You’re sick” he muttered bluntly in his usual low voice.

You turned, startled to see him standing so close. “Kenma? I’m—”

“Not fine?” He questioned, knowing you were about to say the complete opposite of what he just said.

“That’s not what I was gonna say,” you breathed, trying to keep your composure, “I’m fi—“

“Let’s go” he cut you off, grabbing your bag from you and swinging it on his shoulder as he turned away, beginning to approach the door.

You however, with wobbly arms, held him back, fingers around his wrist.

“I can’t, I have a meeting that—“

“Don’t care, you look like you’re gonna be blown by the wind. You’re not in a state to attend your meeting”

Kenma’s tone was blunt, leaving no room for argument, but you still hesitated. “Kenma, I really can’t miss this—”

“Just call in sick, dumbass. It’s not the end of the world” he gently pulled his hand away from your grip.

The walk home was quiet at first, save for the sound of your uneven breaths and the occasional sniffle. Kenma walked slightly ahead of you, his usual laid-back demeanor masking the way he subtly slowed his pace to match your unsteady steps.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know,” you mumbled after a while, your voice hoarse.

Kenma shrugged, not looking back. “You wouldn’t have made it on your own.”

You pouted at his straightforwardness, though you lacked the energy to argue. Still, the thought of him going out of his way for you made your chest tighten in a strange, unfamiliar way.

As you turned a corner, a sudden gust of wind hit, making you shiver. Kenma noticed immediately, his sharp eyes darting to you.

With a quiet sigh, he pulled his hoodie over his head and held it out to you.

“Put it on,” he said, his voice low.

“But you’ll be cold,” you protested weakly, though you were already reaching for it.

“I don’t care,” he replied flatly.

You slipped the hoodie on, the fabric warm and comforting as it enveloped you. The scent of him—something faint and clean—lingered, and you pulled it tighter around yourself without thinking.

Without any warning, something suddenly snapped in you. Your already glassy eyes opened up a little, allowing tears to flow down your flushed cheeks.

“Are you crying?” He questioned, concern evident in his comm voice for the first time today.

“No I’m not,” you hoarsely mumble, beginning to fast-walk while scrubbing at your cheeks in an attempt to hide your tears.

However, kenma’s athletic nature did not betray as he caught up to you with ease.

“So you are crying” he emphasised. He didn’t need a confirmation, he didn’t need a reply. He secretly hoped that you understand that he’s here for you, even though he is struggling to show that.

As you reached your house, your sniffles were the only thing that could be heard along with the humming of the wind.

“Is your mom at home?”

“No, she has a night shift today” you replied as your shaky hands clumsily tried to insert the key into its hole.

Kenma however gently pushed you away in order to open the door instead.

“I’ll stay over for a bit then”

“You don’t have to” you said with a small voice as you entered your house.

“But I want to” he replied back.

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The first thing you did when you entered your house was to collapse onto the couch. You let out a long, exhausted breath, your body finally allowing itself to sink into the soft cushions, the heaviness of the day crashing over you all at once.

Kenma set both your bags down quietly by the door before glancing at you. He began to approach you, now standing directly in front of you.

His figure leaned closer to you, hand slipping under your bangs and feeling your forehead.

“You’re burning” he mumbled, his hot breath fanning your face as his golden eyes stared into yours. The urge to lean into a kiss was hard to resist, but he resisted it anyway.

You, on the other hand, were in complete shock. His eyes glimmering at you planet Saturn, captivating in every way possible.

“You know, you don’t have to hold it in,” he mumbled, pulling away. He read you like an open book, after all, being friends with you for 5 years makes it easy to do that.

And all you had to hear was these words to unleash the swarm of emotions swimming inside your eyes. Tears spilled over, leaving hot tracks down your cheeks as you stared at him, unable to contain the choke that escaped your throat.

He sighed as he sat down next to you, eyes still stuck to your sobbing figure.

“I’m so sorry” you cried, voice breaking.

“Don’t be” his usual flat tone tinged with something softer now as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear hesitantly.

“But—but I have wasted your time by getting you to walk me and—“

“I don’t really care about my time” he replied flatly.

“What—what about practice?” You hiccuped as tears continued to race out of your eyes.

“It can wait” he shrugged.

“Kuroo is gonna kill me” you cried more.

Kenma’s eyes narrowed slightly, his usual teasing smirk fading as he considered your words. “Kuroo can go and bite me if he wants,” he replied.

“Try to not apologise for existing challenge” he added, trying to lighten the mood.

Your eyes darted away, embarrassed, but the words just came out in a rush. “I’m not trying to—”

“I know,” he interrupted, cutting you off before you could protest further. “I’m just saying. It’s exhausting watching you try to convince everyone you’re not allowed to feel like shit.”

His words stung, but not in the way they usually did. There was an edge of something different, something more vulnerable in his tone. You stared down at your lap, fingers curling into the hem of the oversized hoodie he’d lent you, still feeling the dampness of your tears on your cheeks. “I just—” you started, but the words caught in your throat.

Kenma didn’t say anything more, just reached out and took your hand, the warmth of his fingers wrapping around yours. “You’re not bothering me,” he said softly, like he was trying to make you believe it even though you both knew how foreign it felt to hear him say it. “You never were.”

You squeezed his hand tighter, the effort to stop your sobs failing as they slipped out again “I’m so tired, and it hurts so much”

“I know you are and it’s—“

“And I look like shit”

“You don’t have to look good while you’re sick”

“You didn’t even try to deny the fact that I look like shit kenma”

“Was I supposed to?” He questioned, making you slip your hand out of his grasp and nudge him in the ribs, causing him to slightly wince. However, the corners of his lips were twitching upwards.

The silence stretched between you for a moment, the kind of silence that didn’t need words to communicate everything you both felt. Kenma’s thumb moved in slow, steady circles against the back of your hand, a silent rhythm that somehow began to pull you out of the storm inside your chest.

“Thanks kenma” you sniffled, finally feeling better.

“For what?”

“Making me feel better,”

“You don’t—“

“You’re such a dumbass” you cut him off, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. “Stop acting like this is no big deal. You’re being nice for once.”

“I’m a dumbass huh? Well you’re clingy” he jokingly shot back.

“What? How—“

“And a crybaby” he added with a smirk.

“Okay, I can’t argue with you on that, but stop being mean!” you protested, half-laughing, half-crying. It was frustrating, the way he could make you laugh even when you felt like you were falling apart.

“It’s called being honest,”

You groaned and leaned back against the couch, pulling the hoodie tighter around you as if it would somehow shield you from his relentless teasing. “Well, if being honest means being a jerk, I’ll take the lies, thanks.”

“I’m just saying, you’re lucky I’m here to keep you in check. Someone’s gotta.” He shrugged, a slight smile on his lips.

“Keep me in check?” You questioned, your voice still hoarse.

hey, I’m not complaining. I’m just pointing it out.”

You couldn’t hold back the smile that tugged at your lips, despite the tiredness still weighing down on you. “You’re such a pain, you know that?”

“Look at who’s being mean now”

“It’s called being honest” you smirked.

“Touché” he replied. “Well anyway, have you got any medicine, I’ll go and grab it for you”

“It’s fine I’ll get it—“

“Just sit down and be sick,” he interrupted with a playful, exasperated tone, standing up straight and stretching out his arms as if he’d just finished a workout. “You look like you're about to collapse.”

“Kenma—“

You scowled, about to say something snarky back, but before you could, Kenma was already rummaging through your cabinets with his usual efficiency. He wasn’t letting you argue this time, and for once, you didn't have the energy to fight him.

“Kenma—“

“Forget it. I’ll just search for it. You sit still, and careful not to ruin my hoodie with your snot,”

“Who said that’s your hoodie? It’s mine now”

you shot back, voice hoarse but defiant. You tugged it tighter around you, peeking out from the oversized hood. “It’s mine now.”

Kenma paused mid-step, turning just enough to give you one of his classic deadpan stares. “I didn’t know theft was a side effect of a fever.”

You grinned weakly, sniffling as you adjusted the hoodie’s sleeves, which hung far past your fingertips. “Finders keepers.”

“sure, go ahead. Keep it. Just know I’m charging you rent for it.”

“Good luck getting a single yen out of me,” you muttered as you sank further into the couch, your fingers tugging the hood over your head.

Kenma arched a brow, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk. “Who said the rent was monetary?”

That made you pause, your gaze snapping up to meet his as heat crept up your already flushed face. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, narrowing your eyes in suspicion, though your voice cracked slightly from your cold and... something else.

You blinked, your foggy brain struggling to keep up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Kenma tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Just saying. I could charge you something else. Like... I dunno... a date?”

Your head snapped up, heat blooming in your already flushed face. “Are you asking me out when I looked like just finished fighting the flue monster?”

Kenma’s lips twitched upward into a faint smirk, his golden eyes locking onto yours. “You said it yourself earlier—you look like shit. But I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Your jaw dropped at his bluntness, and you groaned, pulling the hood further over your head to hide your face. “Kenma, you’re terrible at this.”

“At what?” he asked, leaning casually against the doorway, clearly enjoying how flustered you were.

“At being romantic!” you sputtered, your words muffled by the fabric of his hoodie.

He chuckled softly, the sound rare but comforting. “Guess I’m doing something right if you’re this worked up.”

You peeked out from under the hood, narrowing your eyes at him. “You’re lucky I’m too sick to argue properly.”

“Good,” he said simply, straightening up. “Then it’s settled.”

“What’s settled?” you asked, blinking in confusion.

“The date,” he replied, his tone so casual it made your head spin. “Once you’re not battling the flu monster anymore.”

You stared at him, half-expecting him to laugh or say he was joking, but he didn’t. Instead, he turned and walked toward the kitchen, leaving you sitting there, hoodie-swaddled and stunned.

“Kenma!” you called after him, your voice hoarse but incredulous.

“Take your medicine first,” he called back without turning around. “Can’t have my future date still looking like she just ended world war 3”

You groaned again, but this time, there was a smile tugging at your lips that you couldn’t quite fight off. Maybe being sick wasn’t so bad after all.

[kings-highway]

love the idea of kenma being some kind of a late bloomer when it comes to romance/sexuality and spending his entire high school career being like "kuroo is my best friend, but I do not think of him that way" and just waves off all questions because it doesn't interest him and then one day when he's like twenty they're just spending time together like normal and kuroo comes out of the shower in just a towel and kenma has a mild freak out because "wait holy shit kuroo is hot??? since when???"

[ilylovelyz]

just thinking about kuroo as a father.

he'd be so doting for his baby, so in love and so infatuated with it.

he'd never fail to smother it with his love, never failing to peck soft kisses on it's forehead or cheeks, whispering little "so cute,"s or "my baby."

his bonding time with the baby was all the time, he enjoyed the little moments where his baby would just lay against his chest, sleeping softly.

he'd take note of every single detail of his baby, his hands poking and proding at the soft chubs. he had obsession with his baby's hands, he thought it was so adorable—the way the baby's hands were so small and chubby in comparison to his much bigger hands.

he would swoon in secret about the little resemblance the baby had from you, saying things like "you look just like your mommy," or "look you have you mommy's [x]~"

you would sleep soundly at night, it was rare when you would wake up for night duty, because he was always eager to spend that precious late night alone time with the baby–even if he was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion.

a few times, out of curiosity, he lightly bit his baby's cheek, just because he thought since it was chubby and soft, that it would maybe taste good.

his baby's laughs were just a beautiful melody to his ears, he would never get sick of hearing the sweet coos and incoherent words from his baby.

at some point, at night, he began to cry while holding the baby. he just couldn't help his overwhelmed feelings of happiness. he couldn't be any happier being with you; and now the two of you even had a baby together?

heaven.

he'd raise his baby with curiosity, always answering his child's questions even if they were stupid or nonsense. he'd then follow it up with a question of his own, creating a cycle of more curiosity and questions.

he'd be there for every soccer game, for every championship, for every event, you name it, and he's there.

he'll happily exclaim "that's my kid right there!", even if he comes off as obnoxious and snobby.

he couldn't careless about how loud he was, he just needed everyone to know that his child would forever be his greatest thing to ever happen to him.

[incorrectkuroken]

Kenma: I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve been so nauseous lately. Kuroo, seriously: Maybe you’re pregnant. [they sit there in silence for a moment] Kenma: I don’t know who’s the bigger idiot. You for suggesting that, or me because I almost had a panic attack.

[kuropii6]

you showed me I still have an umbrella full of love inside me 🐈‍⬛

[heartfeltarcher]

pikachu kenma, gengar kuroo

bonus for pride

[dalandanii-danayaaa]

floofy floof 🫶

[struwberrii]

Hii! I love your headcanons and I’ve been listening to your haikyuu playlists daily<3 i was wondering if you’re able to do kuroo headcanons cause that would be great(^_^) take care

kuroo headcannons ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

thank you so much!! and thank you for the request!! here are some of my silly headcannons for this dork kuroo tetsurou ヽ(^◇^*)/ (also here’s the link to the kuroo playlist i made)

his love language for EVERYONE is teasing them, especially using his height to his advantage to pick on shorter people

doesn’t really study all that much but has crazy good grades

always walks you to class and surprises you during breaks with snacks

constantly picking on you (guys it just means he likes you)

helps you study but not without making fun of you for being ‘dumb’ first

unironically uses reddit and is constantly reading aita stories

i feel like mentally he’s a middle aged white dad

his favorite show is rick and morty or south park

his mom still packs his lunch (he would pack it but he always forgets)

not secretive about anything, like the entire nekoma team knows his phone password

has very creative insults in arguments

type of guy to eat like instant ramen at 8 am and not have a stomach ache

has a weird amount of sponge bob clothes

doesnt have a skincare routine, doesn’t even use face wash when he washes his face but has perfect skin

honestly he’s kind of a dork

can never tell when girls are flirting with him (girls always think he’s flirting first bc of how he talks)

super good at imessage 8ball

loves grabbing fast food and just eating with you or his friends in the parking lot

plays scrabble on his ipad during class

listens to rock and metal bands

sarcastic af

the worlds louded snorer, sleepovers with him are crazy

at the gym a lot and always asking you to come, sometimes he forces kenma to come too (trust he’s on those work out bikes with his switch in his hands)

gets so nervous when trying to compliment you so he’s just like stuttering and fumbling his words

keeps up with basically every sport

very touchy, always has an arm around you

super confident in your relationship, like he trusts you 110%

loves brushing/playing with you hair, probably knows how to braid hair too

always packs snacks, water and medicine just for you

if anyone else asks him if he has those things on him he says no 😭

looks so good in sweat pants

he met your mom one time and she’s always asking about him now (she loved him and wants you guys to be together)

likes the weirdest foods, like he eats the craziest food combos

literally drinks out of a 64 oz yeti water bottle and refills it hourly

probably really likes deathnote and is always watching those hour long video analysis about the characters and the story

brings a speaker to practice and forced the nekoma team to make a practice playlist with him

tries every new video game with kenma

probably loves hot topic and spencer’s

has a garfield mug