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[thedistantwallflower]

[thedistantwallflower]

[kurokenmonth]

Thank you!

So that’s the end! We got a lot of incredible entries again this year, and I’d like to thank you all for everything! Thanks so much for supporting this event and making it a success! 

Let’s keep loving Kuroken together~

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[puddingcatbeans]

kuroken month day 30: themeless - stars summary: a quiet night under the stars. notes: thanks to everyone that participated and enjoyed my contributions, i hope you all continue to look forwards to more of my krkns in the future!! also thanks to the admin running kurokenmonth!!

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. . .

Kuroo joins him on the balcony with extra blankets and two mugs of hot tea. Kenma hums his thanks, barely looking up from the game in his hands.

“The stars are out, huh,” Kuroo says, sitting down next to him. He wraps the blanket around the both of them, smiling a bit when Kenma shifts his body so they’re leaning against each other. Their bodies, being so used to quiet nights like these, instinctively settle into each other, like they’re always unconsciously reaching for each other and only when they’re touching do they relax.

They sit in silence for a couple minutes, before Kenma asks quietly, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Kuroo responds automatically. He sighs. “It’s not wrong, really. I’m just... thinking too much. You saw the mail, right? Yamamoto’s getting married. Yamamoto. I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah, my condolences to his fiancee.”

Kuroo laughs, but it’s a smaller, fainter version of his usual boisterous laughter. He’s looking up at the starry sky. “Bokuto got married last year. Yaku’s been going steady with someone since college, and Kai’s expecting his second kid. Really makes you feel old, you know? It’s like we were just teenagers messing around and now we’re like. Grownups. Paying taxes, going to jobs, getting married, starting a family.” He falls silent, his eyes distant.

Kenma’s eyes don’t leave the screen, but his fingers slow. “Do you... want to have a family?”

“I don’t know. I feel like that’s an expectation, yeah? And it sounds nice. Having someone to love, someone that loves you back.”

“I love you.”

“Yeah,” says Kuroo softly, “I know.” He reaches up to ruffle Kenma’s hair. “Just not in that way, right? And I love you, too. Just not in that way, either.”

“It’s okay if you do want one, you know?” Kenma turns off his game, putting it aside before turning his piercing eyes on Kuroo.

“Yeah. Thanks, Kenma.” Kuroo smiles down at him, and Kenma gives him a small smile back. “But I really am happy with where I am right now. I like living with you, I like being with you. I like being your best friend, and growing old with you. Being able to be beside you is the happiest thing in my life.”

Kenma stares at him. Then he glances away, his lips tilting up. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that sounds romantic.”

“What can I say, I’m a natural charmer.”

“That’s gross.”

Kuroo laughs. He holds up his arms to let Kenma crawl into the space beside him, before tugging the blankets closer around them. Kenma’s head fit right into the crook between his neck and his shoulders. He leans his head on top of Kenma’s, nuzzling the smaller man slightly.

“We’re good,” he murmurs, watching the flickering city lights in the distance. They match the stars above, and it’s beautiful.

[der-gao]

i missed the kuroken month!! free prompt aka eicinic’s kuroken superman!au

[puddingcatbeans]

kuroken month day 29: themeless - pants summary: a story about a fateful pair of pants that brought them together.

>>> ao3 link <<<

. . .

He’s sitting there minding his own business, playing his game, when all of a sudden, something soft and distinctly colourful lands on top of him. He jumps, holding tight to his PSP while trying to shake off the---polyester?---fabric on him. It lands on the ground, and he blinks down at the... pair of... sparkly tights?

“Oh, fuck, sorry!”

Kenma looks up, squinting to see someone with really messy hair----like ridiculously messy, how the heck is it defying gravity like that----sticking his head out of the window, waving his arm.

“Sorry, my roommate’s a freak---ow! Bokuto, that fucking hurt!” The guy’s head disappears for a second, before reappearing. “Dude, sorry, can you stay there for a sec? I’ll be right down.”

Feeling just slightly overwhelmed, Kenma stays where he is, clutching his game and obediently waiting for the guy to come down. He peers down at the garment on the ground next to him. There’s some sort of galaxy cosmos print on it, but it’s also just... Flashy. Bling-bling. Very sparkly. So bright Kenma is starting to inch away from it.

“Hey! Good, you’re still here!”

Messy Hair Guy appears, panting slightly. Kenma’s knuckles are starting to turn white on his game as he stares. The guy is wearing a pair of loose shorts but he’s also wearing a black tank top which fits his form really nicely. Like, really nicely. Kenma can feel his body heat shoot straight up when his eyes accidentally land on the guy’s bare arms. He quickly glances away.

“Sorry,” the guy apologizes again. “My roommate and I were just having a little... fun debate. We didn’t notice the window was open. This happens quite a lot, it’s basically our morning routine.”

Kenma glances at him. “It’s... one in the afternoon.”

“Right, well,” the guy laughs, “no class means morning doesn’t start until we wake up!”

They stand there awkwardly for a second. Kenma’s gaze slides sideways at the sparkly tights again. The guy seems to notice at the same moment, bending down and swiping the garment quickly. He laughs nervously again, a hand going to his hair. The hair bounces back up regardless.

“This was, uh, it’s just a---I bought it on a dare. And then I might have used it as part of a Halloween costume. And maybe sometimes I wear it to the gym to piss some of the guys off---Yeah, I don’t know why I’m trying to defend myself, it’s not getting any better. Sorry it landed on you, I guess---” He cuts himself off, flapping his hand a little. Kenma blinks at the look of embarrassment on the guy’s face. He doesn’t really look like someone that gets embarrassed easily. Somehow, it makes Kenma relax.

“It’s fine,” says Kenma, eyes flicking away again.

The guy smiles, his eyes resting on Kenma. “I’m Kuroo, by the way. Kuroo Tetsurou. I’m a second year here. Are you a first year?”

Kenma nods. He hesitates, and then decides that Kuroo is probably a lot more embarrassed than he will be. “I was looking for the administrative building, but I... got lost. My senpai is in class, so he can’t...” He shrugs.

“Oh,” Kuroo says. “Do you, uh, I mean, I can show you the way, if you want? I don’t have any plans today, so. Yeah?”

Kenma glances back up, sees Kuroo’s sincere smile. It’s strange, an expression Kenma wouldn’t expect on someone like him, but it looks nice on Kuroo. Actually, Kenma’s beginning to think everything would look nice on Kuroo. Even those ridiculous sparkly tights. Great, now he’s imagining the boy in them---- Okay, nope, not going there today, Kenma.

“Okay.”

Kuroo grins. “Cool. Let me just, uh,” he gestures to the tights in his arms. “Do, ah, do you want to come up?” He turns towards the front doors of the dormitory. “You can meet Bokuto, tell him he hit you and you can probably guilt him into buying you food.” Kuroo winks back at you. “Trust me, it’s a good deal.”

Kenma presses his lips together, but he’s smiling. He puts his game away, and follows Kuroo.

[5917]

Welcome Home

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou / Kozume Kenma

prompt: pants

A/N: for @kurokenmonth

A click sounds through the apartment, door beginning to open before sticking, a creak as it’s forced open. Kuroo walks in, slipping his shoes off before he walks further into the residence, stopping in the doorway to the living room.

Golden eyes are locked on him, hand stopped mid-run through his hair. A slow smile spreads when he meets those eyes, watching in fascination as a breath hitches, a rush of air leaving the man resting on the couch.

“Kenma” Kuroo says, elation evident in his voice. Kenma takes his eyes off of Kuroo, looking back down to his game and doing his best to ignore Kuroo who struts into the room. He kneels on the couch by Kenma’s feet, climbing up his body to rest his hands on the arm rest that the younger man is resting against, hovering over him as he keeps tapping away at his 3DS.

“Pudding” he purrs, kissing Kenma’s forehead and peppering a line of light kisses down to the tip of his nose, chuckling when Kenma’s nose twitches at the feather light touch.

“Kenma” he purrs again, mouth against Kenma’s ear, grin growing when he feels the shiver run through Kenma’s body. “I’m home” he whispers, ducking his head to catch Kenma’s lips with his own. A moment of stillness before Kenma’s dropping his game, hands cupping Kuroo’s face and pulling him close, mouth pushing insistently but kiss remaining chaste and innocent.

“You were gone for two weeks” Kenma accuses when the kiss ends, resting his forehead against Kuroo’s, nose tips touching.

“I’m sorry” Kuroo apologizes, catching another kiss. His hand moves from the couch to weave into Kenma’s hair to pull him in even closer. Kenma’s own hands moving from Kuroo’s face to drop down to Kuroo’s neck before his arms slither around to wrap around the older man’s neck.

“You’re wet” Kenma states when his lips are free.

“And you’re wearing my pants.” The grin returns to Kuroo’s face, nails scratching against Kenma’s scalp. Kenma ducks his head in admission.

“You’ll ruin the couch.”

“How about a bath?”

Instead of answering, Kenma tightens his arms and shifts his legs to wrap around Kuroo’s waist. Kuroo takes that as the yes that it is and chuckles, rising off the couch and walking to the bathroom. If Kuroo decides to wear the pants Kenma had been wearing and Kenma decided to go pantless, well who cares anyway.

[bluewoole]

ahhhHHHHHH 

i nearly forgot kenmas roots