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NOT KENMA BEING MISTAKEN AS A CHILD BUT ALSO AS AONE'S SON!? 💀
SOMEBODY SAVE POOR KENMA
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HELP 😭
NOT KENMA BEING MISTAKEN AS A CHILD BUT ALSO AS AONE'S SON!? 💀
SOMEBODY SAVE POOR KENMA
You're Not You When You're Hungry
okay okay this one was hard but fuck bokuto marry osamu and kill sakusa bb I’m sorry 😔😔 and then I hate to say it but I had no hesitation when I said fuck oikawa, marry akaashi, and kill kenma 💀
When you kill the poor baby can you at least use gloves so he dies clean 💀 wveldbdkhdkdjd WHY DO YOU WANNA KILL KENMA SO BADLY
Bokuto: If I were a gardener I’d put our tu-lips together!!
Akaashi: *blushing* Bokuto-san...
Kuroo: If I were a gardener you’d be my hoe
Kenma: ...thanks
send me a pairing and a number and i'll write you a drabble Number 50 kuro X kenma Please 😊
Ah, thanks so much for the ask, Anon!
#50, huh? “Writer’s Preference.” That’s giving me too much power, haha. Guess I”ll pick one at random?
#33, it is! (I had a friend pick without knowing the quotes)
“Please don’t do this.” - KuroKen
***
How it was possible for someone who weighed 58.3 kilos soaking wet to suddenly become too heavy to lift was beyond Kuroo. But it had happened. Kenma must have been engaging every muscle in his body - or had gone completely boneless - but either way, he was impossible to move.
“Kenma,” Kuroo tried again. “You promised.”
But all he received in response was a long, drawn out “Nooooo…” which was too muffled by the futon to hear properly.
“Kenma-”
Another low groan.
“It’s just a little get together-”
But this time, Kenma sat up, nearly cracking his head on Kuroo’s chin. “It’s a party, Kuro,” he said, staring up at him through his bangs. “A college party.”
“Kenma, it’s just-”
He narrowed his eyes at Kuroo. “A frat party.”
Okay, so Kenma wasn’t wrong. And, yeah, that wasn’t exactly his scene. But he’d been a college student for over a month now and had barely left his dorm room.
That wasn’t right. Kenma was missing out on the college experience! It was Kuroo’s right, nay, his duty to help acclimate his childhood friend to his exciting new lifestyle.
“C’mon,” Kuroo grunted as he attempted to lift Kenma again. “It’ll be really low-key and chill.” He paused. “Sophisticated, even.”
Kenma, who’d buried his face back in the futon, turned his head, peeking up at him. “Who’s hosting?” he asked.
Kuroo bit his lip. “Well, Bokuto, but-”
“Nope.” Kenma was face-down again. And Kuroo knew that he would be content to stay that way until he gave up and left him alone.
But Kuroo wasn’t new to this game and he had perseverance in spades. That, and a little something up his sleeve.
“All right. You win,” he said, noting the way Kenma cocked his head slightly to the side, clearly suspicious. “I’ll go without you,” Kuroo continued. “But…” He pulled out a cord from behind his back. “It would be a shame if your console died before you reached the save point.”
Kuroo spun the charger around before catching it in the palm of his hand. But his smirk faded when Kenma didn’t take the bait.
Time to bring out the big guns.
“Oh, and did I forget to mention that I’ll be holding onto these?” He took Kenma’s two spare battery packs out of his pocket.
It was then, and only then, that Kenma finally sat back up, leveling Kuroo with his gaze. He took a deep breath, letting it out in a whoosh before he spoke. “Please don’t do this.”
“It’s one party.”
Kenma narrowed his eyes. “You called it a sophisticated get together.”
“Tomato potato,” Kuroo replied with a shrug before grabbing Kenma’s ankle and yanking him off of the bed. “Let’s get going,” he went on. “I had Chibi help me pick your outfit-”
“Kuro…” Kenma tried swiping the batteries, but Kuroo held them out of his reach. “Kuro!”
“A half an hour,” he said, pausing when they reached Kenma’s closet. “If you still want to leave, we’ll go.” He turned to face him. “Okay?” Then he handed Kenma his charger. “Okay?” he repeated.
Kenma sighed, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. “Fine.”
“I know you’re going to have a great time,” Kuroo sang as he removed the chosen outfit from its hanger. But Kenma just groaned.
Ah, he’d thank him later.
Probably.
***
This quote had the potential to go really angsty…but I switched it up, haha. Aged-up KuroKen for the win~
Request a quote drabble here (I’m slowly getting back into it!)
“KIYOKO-SAN! I LOVE YOU”
Aaaaaahhh the new update!!! I love it. But poor Kenma he looks so tired. He doesn’t want to hurt his Kuro. DONT MAKE HIM HURT HIS KURO.
they better give him a week in some fancy spa once this is all over hahah