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Hi! 😊 Could I request a kuroken oneshot with the prompt "i hate everybody - “if i could make you love me, maybe you could make me love me”" from Kenma’s perspective? Also I will go and donate to your ko-fi.
First of all. This took WAY longer than I intended, so I want to say a massive thank you for being so patient with me. Good grief. Also, you gave me six dollars! Which means you now own my entire heart, like I cannot thank you enough, seriously. Anyway, I adore Kuroken, so this was super wild to write and I ended up at nearly 3000 words asdfhllkjksdf I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: None
Words: 2755
Characters: Kenma, Kuroo
Notes: Kuroken, Kenma’s POV
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Prompt: I hate everybody - “If I could make you love me, maybe you could make me love me”
Kenma narrowed his eyes at the mirror in front of him, shuffling awkwardly from one foot to the other as he tugged at some of his hair that had come loose from the hair tie. The quiet of the room unsettled him slightly. He blew air up into his fringe, causing even more to come free and hang in his face. With a sigh he pulled the hair tie free and let his hair cascade down, falling a little past his shoulders. It really had gotten long, he didn’t hate that. Being able to have the long strands in the front to narrow his field of view, it made him feel… safer? A little more relaxed at least, despite what anyone else said about him being easier to surprise or sneak up on because of it. He slipped the hair tie onto his wrist and grabbed the brush off the dresser beside him. The large mirror hanging on their bedroom wall sometimes left Kenma feeling uncomfortable the longer he used it. As he brushed out his hair he found himself tugging at the blonde tips with mild frustration. He’d never bothered re-dyeing it, seemed too much effort. He wasn’t going blonde again, that had been enough of an attention attractor the first time. Dyeing it all back to black would be a waste of energy. He felt the brush snag for the second time and huffed, he should be doing more, trying harder with his appearance. He winced as he yanked the brush free, grumbling to himself until he felt a hand slide into his hair from behind.
“Ssshh don’t do that, you know it’ll only make it worse” came a low, comforting rumble from somewhere up and behind his head, another hand deftly pulling the brush out of his grip and continuing where he’d stopped, albeit with much more care. Kenma briefly locked eyes with a smiling Kuroo in the mirror and did his best to not show how quickly he relaxed under Kuroo’s gentle ministrations. A quiet chuckle told him he wasn’t doing a very good job of it.
“Shut up” he grumbled, earning him a snicker in response. A quiet beeping from near the roof told him his boyfriend had turned on the air conditioner as he entered their room. With Kuroo now paying attention to his hair, Kenma took the time to study the two of them in the mirror. Though Kenma would rather be caught dead then admit it aloud (unless he was particularly sleepy or tipsy), his boyfriend was handsome. His height, his build, his jawline, even his ridiculous hair all lended themselves toward the kind of guy other people on the college campus would throw themselves at. Kenma grimaced slightly as he took in his own reflection in comparison. The dark circles under his eyes, the baggy hoodie, his hunched shoulders, his hair that he didn’t put enough care into. It felt like the picture of the pair of them painted by the reflective glass’s value was being brought down by him even being there. This is why he didn’t like the mirror.
“Do you want your hair tied back up or loose?” Kuroo asked quietly by his ear, reaching down to tug at the tie still on his wrist. Kenma shrugged and looked away.
“Just out of the way, it’ll look stupid anyway” he muttered. Kuroo snapped the tie against his wrist once before removing it.
“Hush, your hair suits you” Kuroo said sweetly, pressing a gentle kiss to Kenma’s hair as he started fiddling with it. Kenma huffed again and looked away.
“So I’m stupid?” he’d meant it to sound like a tease, but the words sounded a bit too hurt to pull it off well. He flickered his eyes for a millisecond to see Kuroo’s expression before looking away again. It wasn’t enough time to figure out the multiple emotions that seemed to have surfaced in unison. After a slightly stale beat of silence, Kuroo settled on whining as he gently jabbed him in the ribs with two fingers.
“Kenmaaaa! You know what I meant! Jeez, way to make me sound like a bad boyfriend. Ugh” he paused in what was becoming a braid of some kind, though Kenma couldn’t really tell, to press a kiss against the side of his neck. Kenma flinched away as it turned into blowing a raspberry, now taking his turn to jab Kuroo in the ribs. Kuroo huffed some kind of wheeze-laugh and went back to braiding, the only sounds becoming the tall man humming to himself and the air conditioner thrumming quietly.
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A few minutes later, Kenma had pulled his phone out, playing a random idle game he’d recently downloaded when he felt a gentle tug on his hair. He looked up to see Kuroo grinning over his head in the mirror. He knew that smile, it was the ‘I’m very proud of myself and I’m not going to shut up about it until you tell me I did a good job because I have the emotional fortitude of a puppy’ look. At least, that’s what Kenma called it in the privacy of his mind, or when talking to Yaku. He stopped teasing Kuroo and focused on his reflection properly, he was now sporting a french braid that was actually, huh, he looked… Pretty. He shook that thought away and turned around, escaping his own surprised expression. Kuroo’s grin was now in his direct line of sight, troublesome.
“Eh? Eh? What do you think? I did pretty good huh? You should let me braid your hair all the time!” As he continued to poke and prod Kenma, who was now moving towards their bed, all he could do was mutter under his breath a response.
“Yeah, it looks great. Good job.” He knew that it was sometimes easier to give the praise straight away instead of dealing with the poking. Kuroo’s smile became so bright Kenma absentmindedly wondered where his sunglasses might be, as long arms wrapped around his middle. He found his feet leaving the ground to be swung around in a circle a few times before they were both flopped on the bed with very little elegance. The grip on his phone remained tight, practiced. After peppering Kenma’s face with a few kisses, Kuroo settled in with his left shoulder against Kenma’s back, facing the ceiling with unfocused eyes. ‘Vibing’ as he always described it to Kenma, was something he had been doing more and more of recently. Kenma remained on his side, turned away, focusing on his game, the music playing from his tinny phone speaker joining the thrum of the air conditioner as they laid on the bed.
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Fifteen or so minutes had passed, Kenma could tell Kuroo wasn’t asleep, his breathing wasn’t even or slow enough. He frowned slightly at his game, surely he was bored? He wasn’t even on his phone, he was just laying there against him. Now that he thought about it, a lot of the time they spent together was like this. Kenma would be doing something and Kuroo just, existed in the space with him. He felt the uncomfortable sensation of guilt start to worm it’s way through his stomach. Should he be focusing on Kuroo more? Being more actively engaged in their relationship? God, what if Kuroo thought he didn’t care about him?! Other couples always did stuff together, he’d seen it in the relationships his friends had, in movies, strangers on the street. Yet, here Kenma was, more like a houseplant that needed occasional watering instead of an actual partner that was there for him. Kuroo could definitely do better, there were so many people that he could spend time with who would actually put effort into their relationship. What if Kuroo left him? He didn’t want to think about it.
He’d been staring blankly at his screen, eyes unfocused for a few minutes when he heard a sleepy rumble from behind him.
“You’ve been on that menu music for a while there babe are you go- Kenma?” He’d cut himself off as his hand had touched Kenma’s side, feeling just how tense he was. “You okay Kitten?” Kenma became aware of the amount of tension he had been holding in his body and let out a shaky exhale. It didn’t help. Kuroo was now peering over at him, taking in his upset face with a worried furrow to his brow. Kenma made eye contact with that concern and felt like he’d been shot. Why was he so caring? He cared so much for him, always taking care of him and for what? He’d be totally justified giving up, moving on, seeing someone else. Kenma could feel his heart rate skyrocketing at the thought. Would he even be able to tell? If Kuroo stopped loving him, would he notice? As his mind began to spiral, Kuroo gently pried the phone out of his hand, putting it to the side and tried to pull Kenma towards him. The movement jolted Kenma, who nearly took out Kuroo’s chin as he sat up abruptly.
"If- If you stopped loving me would you tell me?" Kenma said with a rush, shoulders tense. Silence followed. Kenma could only take the quiet grating against his nerves for so long before he peaked up through his hair, to see Kuroo, eyes and mouth open wide, expression slowly shifting from shocked to distraught. Kenma grimaced and tried to look away again as Kuroo seemingly searched for a response, but was snapped back into place as the taller man moved. Two strong hands gripped his shoulders and forced him to face Kuroo directly.
“Kenma I- Babe what the fuck are you talking about? Where is this coming from?” Kuroo didn’t seem to notice himself shaking his boyfriend’s shoulders as he spoke, eyes wide, his tone uncharacteristically serious. Kenma started to stutter out some sort of response, but quickly gave up, burying his face in his palms, breathing shallowly. Kuroo startled at the motion, stopping the shaking, leaving them sitting together on the bed, the air conditioner thrumming. Kenma scrubbed his face as he picked his words, wary of the waves of worry his boyfriend was exuding like an aura. He sat back up slowly, avoiding Kuroo’s intense gaze.
“What I mean is… If you weren’t happy with me because of something I’m doing... or not doing, you’d tell me right?” He resolutely looked away, wringing his hands as Kuroo made several half-attempts at a sentence. A puff of air being blown against his eyes forced him to blink and look back, finding the face of a man trying his best to be calm and understanding, but very much screaming on the inside. Kuroo’s voice cracked slightly as he spoke.
“Kitten, can you explain what you mean a bit more? I don't… I don’t understand why you’d ask me that” he said, body tense, fingers fidgeting with the hood of Kenma’s jumper. Kenma felt sick for a moment, maybe they could just forget the whole conversation and he could leave. Escape the room that was somehow stifling, despite that quiet thrum. Kuroo’s grip on his hood seemed to tighten for a second, as if anticipating his plan. He wasn’t getting out of this.
“I just… Sometimes I feel like I’m not paying enough attention to you… Like… I’m supposed to be more… Present when we’re together” each word was like pulling teeth as Kenma’s hands moved up to grip around Kuroo’s wrists, seeking support lest he shatter into a thousand panicked pieces. “It’s like… in a game… I’m making you carry the party through every level, I’m deadweight on our team...I’m not affectionate with you like I should be… and I don’t like PDA. I hate going out to places” a hot prickling sensation behind his eyes didn’t bode well, but he pushed on. He’d been holding all these thoughts inside for so long, that now, with the lid off, they were overwhelming him in their attempts to escape. “I’m just such a shit boyfriend. You deserve so much better than me Kuro. I don’t want you to be stuck dating me if there’s someone out there who could care about you better than I can” Kenma sniffled slightly, trying to will tears to stay behind his eyes where they belonged. He felt stupid.
“Kenma” came a strangled response, his eyes snapped up to see Kuroo on the verge of tears, a vice like grip now on his boyfriend’s hoodie, shaking slightly under Kenma’s fingers. Kenma’s own swollen eyes were forgotten as he stared at his boyfriend’s distress in mild confusion. Why was he so upset? Kenma wasn’t worth the heartache etched into that expression. Kuroo tried to find his words without bursting into tears. “Kenma, I love you” he croaked out, like it was the most obvious thing in the world and he’d die if Kenma didn’t know it that very second. Kenma’s eyes blew wide as he froze.
“You- you do?” It came out as a harsh exhale, like he’d been punched in the sternum. The doubt in his quavering voice seemed to spur Kuroo into action. He released his tense grip to gently cradle Kenma’s face in his hands, Kenma’s own slack fingers still encircling his wrists.
“I love you so fucking much. I don’t care what people are supposed to do in relationships. I don’t care if other people would be more attentive. I don’t care if other people like PDA. I don’t care about any of that! I care about you! I care about you so fucking much Kitten, I feel like it’s going to set me on fire sometimes. I’m not carrying the team okay, we’re different classes that’s all. You’re my Player 1 Kenma, I fucking adore you” there were definitely tears streaming down Kuroo’s face at this point. “I love you! Not anybody else. I knew what you were like before we started dating. I’ve known you for years Kenma, and I’ve loved you for that long too” he gently brushed his thumbs across Kenma’s own tear-stained cheeks before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Kenma gave a quiet hiccuping-sob in response as Kuroo pulled him into a firm hug.
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They stayed in that embrace for an unknowable stretch of time, just breathing, definitely still crying, whispering nonsensical words. Kenma, with his face pressed into Kuroo’s neck, sniffled slightly as he whispered.
“I love you too Kuro” a slight jump showing he’d been heard. Kuroo mumbled something under his breath about cute kittens, pulling away from the embrace before responding.
“Babe, I’m supposed to be the cool one, and you’re going to make me cry!” Kenma rolled his eyes, reaching up to wipe away some of his idiot boyfriend’s tears.
“You’re already crying dumbass” he muttered, a slight smile making the teasing featherlight. Kuroo snorted, rolling his eyes as he spoke.
“Shush! Just come here!” he groused through a grin, grabbing Kenma’s face to pepper with light kisses, earning a startled laugh as a reward. Kuroo pulled back slightly to press their foreheads together, locking eyes. “I love you~ Kenma~” he sang obnoxiously.
“I take it back, you’re insufferable, you don’t deserve me” he attempted to curl his lip in disgust, but it just became another fragile smile. Kuroo eyed his expression carefully before responding.
“Hey, if I ever decide I hate how you stack the dishwasher or something? I’ll tell you okay” he poked at Kenma’s ribs, giving his underlying promise with a gentle smile and serious eyes. Kenma nodded awkwardly, responding in a stilted tone.
“But Kuro, what if I want to have the cups facing upwards to catch the soapy water?” Kenma had only meant to crack a dumb joke, but Kuroo’s face of utter disgust sent him into a fit of giggles. Kuroo’s horrified exclamations muffled as Kenma flopped backwards into the blankets. His grumbling boyfriend soon followed him. As his giggles finally subsided Kenma turned to face Kuroo, tugging at that ridiculous bedhead. Kuroo responded by flicking his nose and kissing his forehead again.
Kenma yawned, eyes heavy with exhaustion from such an emotional rollercoaster. His boyfriend smiled sweetly at him in response. Kuroo reached out to pull the covers across them, protectively wrapping himself around Kenma as he shielded them both from the cold of the air conditioner.
*sprints in* BERRY I LOVE YOU! Oh but while im here and your requests are open 👉👈🥺 could you do male reader headcanons for kuroo akaashi and kageyama for a reader that's shorter than them (not that that's hard they're GIANTS is2g 😔😂) that likes to be picked up and like flops all over them? Just wants to cuddle/show affection in the most inconvenient way lmao. Please i love you and i hope youre having a good day and if not hmu i WILL send you photos of my cat no questions asked 😤😤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
→ like he’s always heard people mention how the fuck he’s still growing little by little like mans is tall. not tsuki y’all but tall nonetheless
→ so when you become his friend and then his boyfriend, he kinda vibes with it.
→ likes to tease you by standing up straight to make sure you can’t get a kiss
→ but honestly when ur like “can u pick me up so i can kiss you properly you ass? 😡👉👈” he cant resist
→ his fav is hooking his hands under your arms and picking you up like you’re a fuckin doll of some sort
→ and he just. Lift. and it’s funny to him he actually laughs a little (cause lbr he doesn’t laugh very often. sense of humor nonexistent. go king give us nothing)
→ not very big on pda but gets used to you laying all over him at home
→ his fav thing is when you just sorta flop your upper half into his lap and clock out. he gets to mess with your hair and stuff he loves that shit
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kuroo
→ kuroo is a tall bitch. like he’s a giant next to you and that’s sorta what got him talking to you in the first place
→ he just poked fun at you at your shortness until it turned into actual flirting (which he’s not great at; he left a chemistry pickup line in your locker once) and then he managed to get you to be his boyfriend
→ the first time you asked to be picked up he needed to sit the fuck down and take a breather
→ “y/n that’s so fucking cute. are you serious right now? for real? i get to do that?” “babe you’re sitting on the floor of the store because i asked you to pick me up to reach the fucking pasta sauce can you relax?”
→ but picking you up became a habit of his and you love it tbh
→ comes up behind you and just scoops you the fuck up like 🥺🥺🥺
→ and kuroo is very cat like with cuddling. u wanna flop on him? do it he lives for it
→ y’all cuddle in the weirdest fucking ways like y’all end up curled around one another in what should be uncomfortable positions but it’s really nice and Yeah
→ he flops onto you just as much as you flip onto him
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akaashi
→ akaashi is tall but it was never really noticeable (cause bokuto is taller) but next to you? giant man
→ and he learns to appreciate that. like he really does like that he’s taller than you
→ tou compared your hands to his once and he lowkey lost it
→ anyway. i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: he prefers words to touch and pda
→ but if you wanna be picked up cause you’re tired or smthn he’ll oblige
→ he does like picking you up sometimes
→ also when u lay over him he doesn’t know what to do the first couple times? kind of a “where do i put my hands?” kinda thing
→ but eventually he gets used to it. sometimes he’ll be in the middle of sometimes and u lay over him and he just reminds you he loves you and keeps doing what he’s doing
→ sometimes when he’s REALLY tired he cuddles back tenfold. love dat for u
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“Yeah. Something went wrong–I never found out what–and he stood up and said, ‘Ah fix it.’ He dicked around under the hood and got back on the bus and said, ‘start'er up.’ The bus was fine and we made it to the hotel.”
Victor falls in love easily. A note of music, a turn of the head, a movement of the hips, a clasp of the hand. He falls in love for as long as it lasts; a summer or a winter. Once for a year, once for an afternoon.
Images flooded her brain, chaotic and contradictory, and she closed her eyes as if that would somehow block them out. She couldn’t think about the future right now. If she thought about the future, she’d go catatonic. Now, though. She could handle now.
Steve strips the bed methodically, trying to ignore the thick red stain in the sheets even as the not-quite-dry blood sticks to his fingers. The blood has seeped into the top of the mattress too, a violent bloom on the left side of it, and Steve resists the urge to haul the mattress from the frame and throw it down the stairs. The only thing keeping him from destroying it is the fact that it would certainly wake Peggy, who has finally managed to fall asleep in Bucky’s old bed.
The memory of her telling him that she liked how this shirt brought out his eyes the last time he’d worn it had, in fact, drifted across his mind when he was going through his closet to get dressed for tonight. “Oh,” he says after a brief pause, scratching at his cheek. “Thank you. You also…look nice. Very…sparkly,” he finishes lamely with an awkward hand gesture that’s supposed to…emphasize her sparkliness? Oh god, he’s terrible at this.
The last thing I need is to accidentally kill an NHL player with an allergic reaction to my cooking. I’m pretty sure his ass alone is insured for more than the value of this house. I’m too pretty for prison, y’all.
Another gauntlet was in front of me now. It was the left hand, the one tracing gentle circles on my palm was the right. I assumed it was both of them, the “hands” were too far apart to comfortably be the same person.
This is the worst of it, how much it sounds like her. It was bad enough in the letter, to see her familiar cadence survive through centuries and translations, worse now for his memory to conjure up her voice when he knows he’ll never hear it again.
“I think I preferred the dreams where you died,” he says flatly.
"If- If you stopped loving me would you tell me?" Kenma said with a rush, shoulders tense. Silence followed. Kenma could only take the quiet grating against his nerves for so long before he peaked up through his hair, to see Kuroo, eyes and mouth open wide, expression slowly shifting from shocked to distraught.
Did you like the joke? I have another one! What has all the colours of the rainbow? A colour wheel
Hi Kira, 1. thank you for the kofi you already heard me react to it in the discord call in real-time so you know how I feel about that. 2. this ask sent three separate times and I just got all 3 at once because Tumblr is cursed. 3. I did like the joke thank you <3
Hey so you asked for Haikyuu stuff to practice writing with. I was wondering if you had some soft Kuroo headcanons???
Hello anon! This has been sitting in here for a while I’m so sorry sdfahlkasdf. God, I love Kuroo so much.
This man? A cuddle monster. As soon as he’s comfortable enough with somebody (more realistically, when someone is willing to let him lay all over them) he’s just a koala. A problem considering how tall he is but that doesn’t matter to him.
Kenma accepted this years ago as a part of their dynamic to the point where it’s common to find Kenma sitting in Kuroo’s lap (probably playing on a handheld because of course, it’s Kenma) and Kuroo has like an arm around his waist to hold him in place while he uses his other hand to write notes, eat, use his phone, whatever.
(Side note, people vibing in the same space while doing different activities is GOOD SHIT and that’s the kind of casual intimacy I fucking live for platonic or otherwise and so does Kuroo because I said so)
I think Kuroo will just like, touch people really casually? He has big tactile energy. A hand on the shoulder, ruffling someone’s hair etc.
If someone isn’t super comfy with touch though he’ll bippity boppity back the fuck up real quick with no questions asked, because he’s a gentleman and also not an asshole.
He likes people playing with his hair, like yes, he is aware it’s wild, no there’s no way to fix this, why yes, it is very soft, go ahead. He has accepted people want to try to understand how it defies gravity and that usually means at least a couple fingers shoved in his hair.
Playing with his hair makes him lowkey melt tho fr.
Kuroo always likes to check in with his team when they’re feeling down about something, he doesn’t make a big deal out of it, it’s just an extra snack at practice pressed into their hand with no room for refusal, him offering to walk people home and playing it off as him being spontaneous and a “kind person” but it’s just his way of silently supporting them and letting them know he’s there to listen if they want.
God what a guy.
When Kuroo gets tired in training he’ll flop onto the nearest shorter person and just use their head as a headrest with his arms slung over their shoulders, forcing them to hold up his weight. This never goes well, because if it’s Kenma he’ll wiggle out from underneath him leaving Kuroo to fall onto the floor and if it’s Yaku he’s going to start kicking Kuroo who will wake up very quickly to get out of range.
Anyway, I’m a Kuroo simp on a main, he is unironically my favourite character in the whole show. I’m always down for writing Kuroo or honestly just talking about him ya’ll so hmu.
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