#kuroken fanfic

[justlittleoldme0]

fanart of birdiehope’s fic

[haikyuuuuluverr]

Sick; Injured - KuroKen

This is a series I wanted to start, but basically it’s the Haikyuu ships with one getting sick and then fluff and one getting injured and then fluff <3

So yeah here we are starting off with KuroKen Part 1 - Kenma <333

6:30 AM. Wednesday, February 13th.

Kenma’s alarm rang per usual. But today, Kenma’s body didn’t seem to want to work with him. Usually he would sit up, turn off his alarm and go to his bathroom to wash his face and he would be up. But today, well… he could barely sit up. He turned off his alarm by throwing his hand onto it. It was too loud. Way too loud. It hurt his ears. His mind was too clouded to understand why he felt like this, but he dragged himself out of bed nonetheless.

Before he knew it, he was on the floor, back facing up and his head turned to the side. A dull pain ignited in his left side where he had landed and he tried to get up again but he couldn’t. He tried to force his arms to get him up, but the best he could get was holding himself up with his forearms before they buckled and fell back down. Was this a result of the all nighters he had pulled? He couldn’t even sit up. Kenma laid there. He took a while trying to collect his thoughts, but he eventually realized that he couldn’t breathe through his nose. It was clogged. He groaned softly as he tried to move his head to face his nightstand.

All his attempts were futile. After a minute or so, he somehow managed to throw his arm up onto the nightstand and grabbed his phone. Actually, he more so got his hand on top of the phone and then dragged it off the table and let it land on the floor. He tried to open his phone but it was too dark. The phone couldn’t recognize his face. He did his best to collect his thoughts and type in the passcode, but his mind was too foggy he couldn’t punch the right numbers in.

“Damn it…” he hissed under his breath. After a couple minutes of struggling, he got the right password in.

Sighing in relief, he calls his irritating, pushy and overly obnoxious captain and also somehow his best friend. He didn’t want to embarrass himself by texting weirdly. Kuroo picked up after the second ring, clearly still sleepy. Neither of them were morning people, but Kuroo seemed so happy that Kenma had reached out first—so much so, in fact, that he seemed like a morning person now.

“Kenma?” Kuroo’s voice was much lower than Kenma was used to. But it helped. It didn’t hurt his ears. And Kuroo had a happy tone to his voice that Kenma could hear through the line.

“Ku-…roo…” Kenma mumbled. His own voice was raspy and low. He could barely recognize himself.

On the phone, Kenma could hear Kuroo’s confusion and concern. “Kenma? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” There were so many questions it made Kenma’s already spinning head even more fogged.

“Ku…roo-…” That same unrecognizable tone said once more. Kenma tried mumbling for help but couldn’t get his sore throat to say anything else.

Somehow, Kuroo seemed to understand he needed help. “I’m coming over, we can talk then. Stay on the phone with me, Ken.”

Kenma wanted to thank him but he was so exhausted and weak. He just made a hum in agreement. Throughout the five minutes it took for Kuroo to get to his house, Kuroo made sure to talk to him the whole way to keep him awake.

Kuroo started asking him yes or no questions to keep his mind running and awake. After a while he says. “There’s obviously something wrong, so if you’re injured give me one acknowledgment, if you’re sick give me two and if it’s something else give me three.” Kuroo was clearly trying to figure out the situation, and although there was an underlying tone of concern in his voice, it was overshadowed by a calmness and trying to keep Kenma awake.

Kenma gave two hums. That’s what he thought he was, at least.

“Alright. I’ll figure out your symptoms when I get there. I’m outside, just let me grab the spare key, don’t bother getting up.”

Kenma hummed again as he heard the faint jingle of keys and the door opening. He tried getting up but couldn’t. “Where are you, your room?” Kenma gave another hum. “Okay. I’m coming up.” The call ended and Kenma heard footsteps gradually getting louder.

Kuroo’s head popped into the doorway. His hair was a disheveled mess and his eyes were tired. He was in joggers and a jacket like he had slipped them on and had no care for what he looked like. Seeing Kenma on the floor, Kuroo’s breath hitched. Kenma shifted his head to look up at Kuroo with pleading eyes. Basically asking him to help.

“Kitten… you seem so weak.” Kuroo’s lips tugged downwards into a frown and he squat down to Kenma’s level, helping Kenma sit up. First he turned Kenma around, then put one hand onto Kenma’s back to stabilize him and the other hand held Kenma’s hand to signaling he would be with him every step of the way. Kenma took a shaky breath. It broke Kuroo’s heart. “Let’s get you onto the bed. I’ll call into the school for you.” Kenma could only nod half heartedly. Kuroo let go of Kenma’s hand and slipped it underneath his knees. The other near his neck as he assembled the smaller in his arms and set him down on the bed in a laying position.

Kenma shuddered. Kuroo notices this and pulls Kenma’s blanket up, wrapping it around him. Then sitting down on the bed next to him, keeping his legs off. Kuroo looked at Kenma with a warm expression. He checked Kenma’s temperature by feeling his forehead and neck, then checking his pulse. “You’re burning up… do you feel okay? Need anything? Do you want me to run to the store to get you medicine?”

The younger groans and starts tossing and turning in discomfort. The blocker immediately starts stroking his head and holding his hand, trying to calm him down and get him comfortable again. The setter tossed and turned some more before finally stopping and relaxing with his head on Kuroo’s thigh. Kuroo’s eyes widened and he turned a bright red, but of course, no protest. “I need to get you medicine, Ken…” Kenma shook his head and wrapped his arms around Kuroo’s thigh. This made the older blush even harder but he smiles softly. “I would stay here, but at least let me get you a damp towel to lower that fever. I’ll be back before you know it, okay?” He smiles. Kenma nods and lets go of his leg.

Kuroo sighs and walks out to the kitchen, having been there dozens of times before as Kenma’s best friend. Personally, he didn’t think it was that obvious he liked the younger. But according to Yakkun, it was clear as day to the point Lev could see it. And although Kuroo would confess, the second the thought came up in his mind it vanished and his confidence crumbled. He felt his cheeks heating up and his fists clenching.

Menwhile, Kenma was lying in the room, tossing and turning again. He couldn’t feel at ease without Kuroo’s comfort and warmth. He needed the hair strokes, the hand holding, and something warm to lean on. But it had to be Kuroo doing it. Anyone else and he’d be creeped out. Of course, he’d never admit that. So now he laid there tossing and turning again, waiting for Kuroo to come back with the damp towel.

After about 5 minutes, Kenma groaned. What is taking him so long? He knows where everything is. He forced himself out of bed again, but only his arms were properly working. He caught himself before he fell face first onto the floor, but then had to slowly descend with his arms, onto his forearms, his elbows and his upper arms all while scooting himself forward to get himself off the bed. He finally landed with a soft thud and then clapped his hands to get Kuroo’s attention from the kitchen. He hoped the other would hear.

Kuroo was still a blushing mess, but he snapped out of it as he heard the clap from the setter’s room. “Coming, sorry!” He scrambled to prepare a cold bowl of water and a face cloth, then wetting the cloth and wringing it out before dashing upstairs, careful not to spill the water.

When he came into the room, Kenma was on the floor again. Kuroo chuckles, but his eyes were filled with concern. “Kitten, why’re you on the floor again?” He sets the cloth and bowl down on his nightstand and slips the setter into a bridal style carry once more, putting him back onto the bed and making sure to be delicate. He checked the time. 6:57 AM. Kuroo grabs the cloth and uses it to gently wipe away any sweat the setter had, then left it on top of his head. “I’m going to call the school and tell them we won’t be there.”

Kuroo was about to leave, when he felt the back of his shirt being tugged back gently. He turned to face the other who was holding onto his shirt weakly.

“What’s up Kitten? Something wro-” Kuroo yelped as he got dragged back into the bed laying down with more strength than he had expected Kenma to have. He was flabbergasted at first, but then his face slowly creeped into the smirk that tended to piss everyone he knew off. “So you don’t have enough strength to stand but you can pull me like that, huh?”

Kenma ignored him and grabbed one of Kuroo’s hands, putting it onto his head as a signal he wanted Kuroo to stroke his hair, then grabbed his other hand and interlocked their fingers, then draped one leg over Kuroo and his head on the older’s chest.

Kuroo didn’t seem to understand for a moment and was frozen in place, before a low chuckle resonated through his chest and he stroked Kenma’s head and held his hand, staying there for Kenma to lean on. He grabbed the towel on Kenma’s head and dipped it into the bowl again, wringing it before wiping Kenma’s sweat again and rearranging it onto his head.

Kenma groans as the older takes away his hands to fix the damp cloth. Although, the cloth was kind of refreshing so it made up for it.

“I’ll just tell Yakkun to call the school for us, okay Ken?” Kuroo asks, putting his hand back onto Kenma’s head, the other grabbing his phone.

(STAY TUNED FOR UPDATES ON THIS POST!!)

[anaharae-s]

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Autora: Andiestop

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[94badbye]

sky falling (there's a demon calling) by birdiehope on ao3.

"Because Sawamura is half his soul, half his mind." — fanart of kuroo and daichi, the demon inside his head, drawn by my dear friend.

summary:

His blood leaves a path of glittering gold as it falls down his cheek, but he doesn't seem to care. He stares at Kuroo with hard, bloodshot eyes, and breathes.

or; Kuroo Tetsuro is an exorcist, Kozume Kenma is different, and their fates cross on a saturday night. Tokyo has more secrets than it seems.

[sylphid187]

*for some reason in some cases the hyperlinks are now being redirected? So you may see an error screen when you click.

All of them still work, but you have to open them in a browser and remove the " https://href.li/ " that's automatically added to the link to open it. Last I checked, it seems to be working now.*

Haikyuu! Fanfiction Masterlist

Compiled list of all my Haikyuu written works. Please do not repost/translate my works in other sites - especially without letting me know. ><

- All works are Rated: T unless stated otherwise.

Hinata Centric Stories

Coming Home, Taking Flight (Postimeskip fic about Hinata's homecoming)

Status: Main Story Complete. Chapters: 13

A Little Sunshine (Self indulgent fluff feat. Small Shoyou)

Status: Ongoing

Chapters: 5

Miya Twins Centric Stories

To Try Another Day (A look into the journey of Osamu's culinary career and his relationship with Atsumu)

Status: Complete, Oneshot

KuroKen Stories

That's What They Said (Oneshot)

Rest, Relaxation, Reveal (Oneshot)

Always Together, Never Alone (Oneshot)

The One with the Girlfriend (Oneshot)

How I Wanted You to Know (Oneshot)

Of Dates and Drinks (Oneshot)

A Story of Paper Flowers (Oneshot)

The Lines Between (KuroKen BB 2021, Complete)

Time Doesn't Wait (Nekoma BB 2021, Complete)

BokuAka Stories

The World and It's Star (Oneshot)

Parts of Their Story (BokuAka Exchange 2021, Oneshot)

Other Pairing Stories

Shooting Your Shot (DaiSuga Oneshot)

Winds of Change (SakuAtsu Oneshot)

Tsukki's Five Steps [to Deal with Feelings] (TsukiYama Oneshot)

[eiimeixi]

update ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

heeeyyyyy... im back after 2 months !!! (this fic took me a month and a half.) i may have yapped a little too much on this one (ps: both in the fic AND the notes) but i hope you guys like it !!!

(please read the tags for more yapper's info)

[that-willowtree]

I should be sleeping but instead I’m going to make a roulette wheel of all my favorite ships so I can decide which one will be my hyperfixation for the next 3 days

[mrshowlsmovingcastle]

Was it just me or when you first started reading fanfiction you thought orphan_account was the most prolific writer ever?

[flyingwargle]

november fanfic recs!

we're almost at the end of the year, but there's always fanfic to be read! check out previous months' recs: october, september, august, july

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

can we always be this close (forever and ever?) g. 3.1k. sakusa approaches osamu to ask for his ring size because he plans to propose to atsumu. osamu instead interrogates him to see if he's ready to be with atsumu forever, while suna watches. very endearing with the best ending ever.

The Wisdom Tooth Incident™ g. 4.8k. atsumu gets his wisdom tooth removed and forgets about sakusa in his post-anesthetic haze. i will never tire of this trope. you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

city of millions t. 7.2k. mostly sakusa-centric and background sakuatsu. a beautiful love letter to sakusa's early years of university, his friendship with akaashi, and learning to reconnect with things that he left in the past (things being miya atsumu).

lingua franca m. 9.1k. sakusa learns about the different love languages through his life and finally finds someone who has the same love language as him.

itadakimasu t. 10.9k. pro athlete sakusa puts out an ad for someone to cook him meals, and aspiring chef atsumu answers his call. a slow but beautiful partnership that leads to love.

double lift e. 12.8k. 3/3. accidentally been reading a lot of winterwaltz6's works this month huh (they're all very good though). this one is the intimacy of sakusa helping atsumu re-dye his hair after he's been on the bench due to a knee injury. very soft and warm <3

halfway to sunrise e. 12.9k. atsumu offhandedly tells sakusa that he can sleep with him and sakusa takes him up on it. fwb to lovers.

hustle for that muscle e. 13.8k. atsumu and suna make a bet on who can get an underwear ad first, and the loser has to ask their respective crush out. atsumu loses, hence the hilarious attempt to ask sakusa out, which leads to eventually trying to sleep with him.

anchor m. 21.3k. atsumu helps sakusa through his panic attack and sakusa reciprocates in turn. augh, the emotional damage this caused, but the fluff made up for it. beautiful writing and discussions of mental health.

take two e. 23k. 3/3. sakusa reconnects with his ex, atsumu, after finding him on an adult site, and maybe, just maybe, they'll rekindle their relationship. the prose was full of so much pining and love.

A Thousand Cuts t. 37.9k. 3/3. this is the perfect study of misunderstandings, miscommunication and unrequited love. absolutely heartbreaking with gripping prose.

hand study e. 84.4k. 7/7. atsumu injures sakusa's hand and becomes his personal helper while he heals, with benefits. fwb to lovers with a healthy dose of angst but has a happy ending.

Lessons in Falling e. 87.2k. 6/6. sakusa resists from falling in love with atsumu because he believes his family is cursed with falling out of love and dysfunctional relationships. atsumu is so tooth-rottingly sweet and patient while waiting for sakusa to make peace with his family. gripping prose and tension. one of my favorites <3

iwaoi

thrilled by the still of your hand t. 2.6k. iwa and bokuto arm wrestle. that's it, that's the fic. and oikawa kisses iwa but that comes later.

tattoo your name across my heart g. 5.4k. iwa drunkenly gets oikawa's name tattooed on his arm. SO CUTE. SO FLUFFY. augh my heart, they love each other so much.

Even here, there is light t. 11.4k. single dad oikawa finding love in iwa. oikawa's son is so lovely in this, along with their love.

come get me, come love me m. 20.7k. oikawa is invited to a wedding upon his return to japan and comes face to face with his ex, iwa, after several years. a lovely, lovely fic of coming back together <3

Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run) m. 27.6k. oikawa's knee isn't healing the way it's supposed to be, thus a long journey of getting surgery and enduring the rehab that follows. iwa is with him every step of the way.

bokuaka

and i have never felt so bright t. 16.5k. 5 times akaashi told himself not to be selfish in life and 1 time he decided to. the 2nd chapter blew me away with the domestic details and eventual getting together. such a sweet fic.

down, boy e. 87.8k. 15/15. think of sakuatsu's terminal curiosity but bokuaka. that's all i can really say without being too detailed, other than it's slow burn with a lot of spice.

sunaosa

check out all the wonderful works from the sunaosa autumn gift exchange that were revealed in november! there's lots to read and fanart to see <3

the universe called and said we're soulmates t. 3.8k. suna starts dreaming of his relationship with osamu in different universes. so sweet and beautiful!

two drinks t. 4k. suna falls head over heels with the barista to the point that he orders coffee every time he sees him. except he doesn't like coffee. absolutely hilarious!

moonlight e. 5.5k. emotional spice featuring suna having low self-esteem and osamu wanting to show him that he's loved. beautiful, with so much affection from osamu to suna.

stop me if you’ve heard this one before… g. 6.4k. osamu is a dumbass and keeps forgetting about relationship milestones and suna just finds it amusing. find yourself a partner that finds your forgetfulness endearing like suna, seriously.

god in jeans t. 22.4k. atsumu accidentally kicks a god's shrine and ends up indebted to them - i.e. suna. outsider pov watching suna and osamu fall in love despite suna's god status, with a healthy amount of angst and an eventual happy ending.

drowning in gravity m. 24.1k. exes to fwb to lovers. suna being emotionally constipated, osamu being patient but also impatient...combine all that together and you get angst with a happy ending.

other

And flowers bloom in his wake g. 10.6k. kurodai. modern magic au where everyone has a unique ability and daichi's ability is that flowers grow where he walks and kuroo makes it his personal mission to protect those flowers (and fall in love in the process).

know what a river can be g. 13.6k. oikawa-centric. a character study of oikawa's time overseas to pursue his volleyball career with bodies of water as the main motif. beautiful prose with an uplifting ending.

Point Break t. 18.3k. daisuga. the karasuno 3rd years undergo the most ridiculous heist of all time. HILARIOUS. so cute and endearing as well, and so, so dumb. on-point prose, pining, and getting together. one of my favorites this month <3

heaven's here, it's right where you're standing t. 47.2k. 8/8. kuroken. kenma, a cancer survivor, moves to a small seaside town for a change of pace and meets kuroo, the local science teacher and volleyball coach. slowburn romance with perhaps one of the best twists that i have ever read.

Making a Home g. 106.3k. 27/27. arankita. kita is a foster parent whose license is about to expire when he's given the miya twins to foster, after they've been passed from one abusive household to the next. a beautiful story of found family and love.

[odetomalya]

soulmate inc by possibly zombie on ao3

[whimzl]

this is so genuine but i have never been a fanfiction person until recently... so i am going to ask with as much sincerity i can muster. do you guys have ANY fanfiction reccomendations. i mean from anywhere but ill also put stuff in tags that i already know and am interested in... please... it can be just friends or theyre kissing or more i am in it for the plot. im so real. HELPP!!

[dokjas-lostselfpreservation]

novel-worthy paras/lines i came across while reading fanfics:

"I was only sad because I was brave enough to love them so much."

‌"Everyone gets a fighting chance at happiness. Even those who don't think they deserve it."

‌"I know you're doing this for love, but sometimes love isn't a fight. Sometimes love means letting go."

‌" 'When you love something, you let it go.' That's what they say, right? When you love something, you've got to show it. You have to put up a fight. You only let it go once you know, you truly know, that you've given it your all."

"When you know your days are numbered, you find a way to fill them. You find those things, those people who mean something, and you cling to them, for as long as you can. For as long as you can figure out how. We don't know what's gonna happen when we get old, or even when that is. I know nothing will be mine forever, but I know this is mine now, and I'm gonna fight like hell to keep it that way."

[scarletgray]

writers i have a question. how do you start writing

[94badbye]

Summary:

His blood leaves a path of glittering gold as it falls down his cheek, but he doesn't seem to care. He stares at Kuroo with hard, bloodshot eyes, and breathes.

or; Kuroo Tetsuro is an exorcist, Kozume Kenma is different, and their fates cross on a saturday night. Tokyo has more secrets than it seems.

CHAPTER ONE: rebordosa

His eyes are golden. Not light brown, not honey, but golden, a dark shade that could get easily mistaken for bronze, and for some reason Kuroo feels dizzy just by staring at them.

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

May I build myself a home here? (may I please call you mine?)

you will know me, though I have no name - series masterlist here

pairing: kuroo tetsurou x reader x kozume kenma

length: 1.5k

genre: pure fluff

warnings: this is just like,,, typical workday morning with kuroken, very domestic, deals with trying to grow up and find your footing in the world, trying to make something of yourself blah blah blah the usual, background kagehina bc I can't help it

a/n: no one in the world cares abt this except for me but it's ok we'll deal with it

It's Kenma sliding into bed next to you that wakes you finally, his movements slow and tired as he pulls the covers up to his shoulder. He grumbles when you sit up, the hands that had been reaching for you falling back onto the mattress with a dull thump.

"Sorry, baby," you say quietly, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "I gotta get ready for work." He mumbles something unintelligible and his fingers twist into the material of your sleep shirt, pulling you closer. You let him, for just a moment, before carefully prying him off of you, giving each of his fingers a kiss as you pull them away from your shirt, leaving him in bed in favour of standing and stretching.

In the kitchen, Tetsurou is already mostly dressed, dress shirt buttoned and tie hanging loosely over his shoulders. He switches the kettle on when he sees you come in, reaching to take your coffee mug down from the cupboard for you. It hasn't been long since the three of you moved in together, but Tetsurou's always been good at this - at making himself into a home for the people around him. 

"Good morning," you murmur as you walk up to him, leaning forward to let your forehead thump against his back and your arms wrap around him as he checks his phone. He turns in your hold to face you and pulls you closer, a kiss from him finding the crown of your head. 

"Did you see the news?" He asks gently. You groan and reach blindingly for his phone, but he's already reading you the headline. It's something that sounds a little too much like click-bait, a story about how pro volleyball players Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio were spotted in some kind of compromising position in a public restaurant. 

"Compromising position," you repeat, pulling away from Tetsurou to look for your own phone. "What, were they holding hands?" He laughs, a scratchy sort of thing that makes you smile.

"Something like that, I'm sure," he agrees, sliding a hand onto your lower back and pressing a kiss to your cheek as he hands you your phone from the counter. 

"Well, I'm sure you'll be dealing with it, too," you say, opening the article on your own phone just to frown at it. "This isn't exactly good PR."

Tetsurou smiles gently at your words, rolling his shoulders as if that will help the stiffness in them - as if this will be the day the ever-pressing weight is lifted from them. It's never really surprising to the two of you - the fact that people care so much more about the drama of these players than the sport they've given their lives to. But it does, over time, wear you down, and you know that there are times when Tetsurou feels he's fighting a losing battle. You know, because you feel it, too. 

You open your mouth to say something, to promise that, somehow, you'll fix this, when your phone rings. As Hinata's name shows up, you squeeze Tetsurou's arm gently in acknowledgement and slip past him to take the call, huffing out a laugh as he chases after you for one last kiss.

Tetsurou doesn't need to really hear the other side of the phone call to know what's going on, but he listens nonetheless as he switches the kettle off, Hinata's voice loud and hysterical enough that it echoes through the phone. He's seen the article, of course, and he's going on about how it's not their fault, they didn't really do anything - they were just going out to dinner and would you please do something about it, please, Tobio and I will both give you exclusive interviews -

Tetsurou would laugh if he didn't feel so bad for Hinata, because never mind, apparently, that you were their teammate at Karasuno and they give you exclusive interviews any time you ask. Never mind, of course, that you go to their house for New Year's every year and you undoubtedly believe them and will help them in any way you can. Never mind that this is why you do this job, this is why you chose to be a sports reporter of all things - to drive the conversation to where it ought to be.

You're trying, trying, to get Hinata to stop talking long enough to tell him that you'll write him an article, a good article, when his voice cuts out and there's some scuffling on the other line. You've heard this enough, fortunately, to know the sounds of Kageyama wrestling the phone away from his partner and you wait patiently, leaning into Tetsurou to press a kiss to his cheek as he fixes your morning coffee for you, glancing at his watch as he does.  

Eventually, Kageyama succeeds in ceasing Hinata's babbling and he thanks you in that tight, solemn way of his, asking you if you're coming to cover his game on the weekend. Of course, you are - and you tell him as much. It was never really in doubt, but Kageyama likes to be reminded that he has people on his side, and buying you a coffee before the game is as close as he gets to knowing how to say thank you. You don't mind.

By the time you're off the phone, Tetsurou is gone from the kitchen, and you abandon your phone on the counter to chase after him back to the bedroom - because you're sure that's where he's run off to.

Sure enough, you slip through the door in time to see him there harassing a mostly asleep Kenma, cooing and kissing him while Kenma tries to bury his head further under the covers. With his streaming schedule, he sleeps a lot later than you two, always hiding away in the quiet of the mornings. But there's nothing that could stop Tetsurou from getting his goodbye kiss, and you get your own from him, as well, as you slip into bed next to Kenma for a cuddle before you leave, too. 

"You forgot your coffee," Kenma mumbles, his face pressed against your collarbone.

"How did you know that?" You ask quietly.

"Because you do this every morning." Tetsurou laughs at the way you huff at Kenma's words, leaning over to press a kiss to your head before he moves away from the bed, pulling the blackout curtains further shut so that Kenma can sleep. 

"I'll bring it in to you before I leave," He says before stepping out of the room quietly, leaving you in the silence with Kenma. You jostle him slightly as you shift, earning you another groan from him.

"Did you hear us talking in the kitchen?" You ask softly.

"Shoyo screams so loud I could hear him if I was outside. You should turn your phone volume down when he calls."

"I'll remember to next time," you promise. You both know you'll forget. "Anyway, I'm sure people will ask you about it. Don't comment on it, ok? Not until I get something official out, at least." Kenma lifts his head to frown at you, then, his brows furrowed and hair mussed.

"If people are going to come onto my streams and shit talk my best friend, I have to say something," he points out. You rake a hand through his hair, smoothing out the tangles.

"I know, I know - just, take it easy, ok? I want to let them get their side of things out before gossip spreads anymore." Kenma huffs at your words, letting his head thump back down into your neck as he nods. He's much the same as Tetsurou, you think, in how stubbornly he digs his heels in, how much he's willing to fight this fight. You understand it, of course, this need he has to make it known how good this sport is, how important it is to you all - how important it was to him when it saved him in high school.  

You understand, of course, that this is what the three of you do - you help people, you build the bridge, you pull people onto this stage that was once yours and you fight to keep them up there.

The hand that lowers the net, that's what Hinata had once said about it, not long after you saved him from another particularly harsh gossip article. You'd laughed when he'd said it, feeling that it was a bit much to be so grateful for you doing your job. It's humanity, is what you'd told him. And it's what we're here to do.

As Kenma sighs sleepily against you, burying his head further into your neck and letting his hands tangle into your shirt, as Tetsurou slips quietly back into the room to put your coffee on the nightstand and give you one last kiss before he goes, you can't help but think about it all. You can't help but think that you're doing everything you need to do and being everything you need to be - right here in the quiet safety of your home, in a little piece of the world that you can call your own.

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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.