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[canarias-stuff]

Phases of Love / Kuroo Tetsurou X Fem! Reader - (Chapter 1)

SUMMARY:

A rooster.

No, a baby chick for now.

That was your first impression of Kuroo Tetsurou, or at least your first impression of him when you looked at his bed head hair.

...

Or a story of how Fem!reader and Kuroo meets, grow up together and eventually fall in love.

Author's note: So, this is my first story for Haikyuu! I just watched all seasons (and unfortunally I didn't watch the movie TT---TT), and even if I love the Karasuno boys, I just fell for the Nekoma team!>/////< So of course I had to write something, and why not for Kuroo? He IS the type of character that I like so well...^^'' Anyway, I hope that you enjoy the first chapter!^^ Also, english is not my native language, and I don't have a beta reader, so I'm sorry for possible grammar errors!^^''

Tags: Romance; Eventual romance; Slow Burn; cross posted Ao3.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

Chapter 1: First Impression

You were 8 when a dark haired boy moved to the neighborhood, not that you really got to see him as soon as he moved there (Kenma was the one who describe the new child to you), but Kenma’s family seemed to know the Kuroo’s, and since the boys were close in age, they were forced by their families to spend time together, to be friends.

“So…” You said from your seat in Kenma’s bed, fingers pressing different buttons of the joystick, not really knowing what one does. “Are you friends?”

“Hum…” The stoic face of the younger boy didn’t change. “I don’t know.”

“Why?” You continued asking, eyes staring at the game playing on the TV. Kenma was winning again. “Don’t you play games or talk?”

“Not really.” He answered again. “He comes here twice a week, but he doesn’t say anything.”

You arched an eyebrow at the same time that the game says “game over”.

“You lost again (y/n).” He pointed out.

“I know. I can’t beat you in games, Kenma.” You say, putting the joystick beside you. “Maybe he is shy.”

This time the boy turns to look at you.

“I mean, he arrived here like…3 weeks ago? He probably doesn't know how to make friends again?” You pondered, fingers under your chin, a pensive expression on your face.

“And what do you want me to do?” Kenma asked frowning. “I’m not good at it either...”

You smiled at him and patted his head.

“You are smart, I know that you are going to figure out something.”

…

The next time that Kuroo comes to visit, Kenma is playing video games, and the other boy sits on the floor reading a manga.

“You are smart, I know that you are going to figure out something.”

Your voice resonates in his head, and the dark brown haired boy’s brain tries really hard to think of a solution.

Nothing but games comes to him. So be it.

“Do you…” Kenma starts, and Kuroo turns his head to stare at the other boy. “...want to play something?”

Hazel eyes brighten in a second, and Kenma is slightly taken aback by the sudden change. Kuroo leaves the room (probably leaves the house judging by the slam of the front door) and comes back a few minutes later with a ball. A volley ball.

“I meant…video games…” He muttered before Kuroo grabbed his arm and dragged him somewhere to play volleyball.

…

Later, that same day, you come to see Kenma to bring a piece of the apple pie that you made together with your mom, just to find him face planted on the pillow instead of playing video games.

“Are you okay?!”

He doesn’t say a word at first, but slowly he gets up and sits on the bed, eyes glaring at you.

“What?” You ask.

“I will never hear you ever again.” He states.

“What are you talking about, Kenma?” And really, you are confused.

“I played with Kuroo today.”

“Really?!” You were excited at the news. “That’s really good! You made a friend!”

And just for a second the boy stops himself, pondering the words.

“...well…yeah? Probably?”

You laugh.

“And which video game did you play together?”

And the frown was back at his face.

“What’s wrong?!”

“...we went outside…” And that really surprised you. “...and played volleyball.”

And this time you laughed until tears were leaving your eyes and your stomach hurt. You really wanted to meet this Kuroo Tetsurou now.

…

“Kenma!” Someone yelled, footsteps approaching the bedroom. You saw Kenma flinch, but he didn’t stop playing, so you just turned your head to look at the bedroom’s door, waiting for the moment that it would be open. “Kenma! Let’s play vol…”

He stopped in the middle of the sentence, hazel eyes staring at you, and you stared back, because…

A rooster.

No, a baby chick for now.

That was your first impression of Kuroo Tetsurou, or at least your first impression of him when you looked at his bed head hair.

So cute!

“You must be Kuroo Tetsurou-kun!” He nodded and you smiled. “Nice to meet you! I’m (l/n) (y/n)!”

Ao3 Link

[archiveworldthings]

Cristiano Childhood photos

[minhaestigma]

why is always "hes never wanted to be a father" and never "shes never asked to be born"

[bubblegumb1tch111]

Isn't it funny?, No matter how much I miss you,

You and I will never see each other again...

[donbasoliya]

[ipaceinmypen]

Sometimes I talk to people and I realise that even though my childhood wasn’t traumatic, it wasn’t fulfilling either. I wasn’t hated, but I wasn’t loved either. I wasn’t isolated, but my parents never belonged to a community where I could grow up. My education wasn’t neglected, but I was never helped and always left to figure things out on my own. I wasn’t discouraged when it came to music and art, but I wasn’t pushed to practice and pursue it either. It wasn’t painful, but it wasn’t happy either. I wouldn’t want my daughter to grow up this way </3

[eljaboncitogron1943]

Alison trauma.

My Alison versión, have a trauma with cry, he can't cry for he's trauma.

(the draw is Alison from little :33) the draw is really ugly but i don't draw good...🥹💔

[downfalldestiny]

طفولتنا ❤️ !.

Our Childhood ❤️ !.

[nothinguwannaknow]

Tell me you know what you did. I don't need you to say you're sorry, I don't want the apology you don't mean. I just want your acknowledgment.

I want you to take accountability for it. I want you to look me in the eye, Mom, and tell me you understand the ways you failed both for your children.

I don't need an apology. Don't tell me you're sorry, I'm tired of hearing you repeat words you do not mean. Just look at me and tell me you know what you've done and didn't care.

Tell me you knew what you were doing but did it anyway.

[itsblueeturtle]

Some things were so ingrained from childhood that they became a part of us without us even knowing. After a lifetime of being unwanted, I had no clue how to handle someone who wasn't willing to walk away.

Jules, Twisted Hate, Ana Huang

[gianluc30]

Chilhood memories