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The Wedding Hall Shuffle by icespyders
Complete, 3 Chapters, 17,604 Words
Kenma accidentally crashes Bokuaka's wedding because he got the date for Kagehina's wedding wrong. Kuroo is the best man trying to sus out who this random guy at his best bro's wedding is.
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can i be close to you by radian (arcsec)
Complete, 7 Chapters, 27,742 Words
Kenma attends Kuroo's parties every Friday for the sole purpose of taking naps in Kuroo's bed, Kuroo hosts parties not because he likes them, but because he can't stand being alone in a big empty house.
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How to Seduce Your Best Friend: A Horrible Guide by Kenma by Koushicore (Hopeishope)
Complete, 15 Chapters, 74,770 Words
Kenma wakes up 7 years in the past and has to relive his second year of high school, can he survive without absolutely ruining his relationship with Kuroo like he did the first time round?
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Personal time difference by void_player
Complete, 4 Chapters, 18,362 Words
Kenma & Kuroo were anonymous online friends as teenagers who lost contact and meet again as adults in real life not knowing that they already know each other.
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does it bite? by cowsarecooliguess
Complete, Oneshot, 30,131 Words
Fantasy AU! Kuroo is a god and offers protection over Kenma's village in exchange for a life, Kenma accepts the trade in secret as the village is unwilling to sacrifice one of its people for protection, but he's been in the god realm for weeks now and why the hell is he still alive?
Kuroo: I'm going on an adventure with Bo for the weekend. You gonna be okay without me here?
Kenma, not looking up from his DS: Are you kidding? I'm gonna be even better with you gone. That means non-stop gaming!
Kuroo: Just remember to eat, you crackhead.
*the next day*
Kenma, exaggeratingly loud to no one whatsoever: Man, I've been playing this game for like six whole hours! Sure is great to be able to play for another ten without someone to stop me!
Akaashi, walking in Kenma's room: You miss him, don't you?
Kenma: What? I don't care that he's gone. It's better this way. As I said, no one can stop me.
Akaashi, sighing: It's time to eat, Kenma.
Kenma, crying: That's what Kuroo would say!
Akaashi: So you do?
Kenma: *nods*
Akaashi, also crying: Okay, good 'cause I'm missing Bokuto like crazy but I can't let anyone else on my team know! Can I stay here with you and we can eat ice cream and talk about them???
Kenma, already moving over to make more room: Fuck yeah!
Bonus:
*on Monday*
Bokuto and Kuroo: We’re back!
Akaashi and Kenma, smiling wide and dancing around happily in Kenma’s room: Ew! Why couldn’t this weekend last any longer!?
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Link das fanfics: “Me dê um beijinho na testa como bom dia.” “Delírios da madrugada” e "Você pode correr, mas não se esconder.”
En Pointe
Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company
Fandom: Haikyuu
Ship: Kuroo/Ken
Rating: T
Tags: Angst, rejection
The rehearsal studio smelled like perfume and sweat. Kenma’s hands were trembling against the barre, knuckles white, trying not to cry.
“You weren’t supposed to take the role,” he said, voice a half-gone whisper.
Kuroo didn’t respond at first. He stood by the center mark, hair tousled from the practice. The light hit him perfectly. Principal dancer. Star of the show.
“You dropped out, Kenma,” he said finally. It sounded like an excuse.
“I sprained my ankle. I told the director I’d be back in two weeks at most. It wasn’t permanent.” Kenma turned around. His cat eyes sharp as the cuts in their pas de deux. “You told me you’d cover for me, not replace me.”
Kuroo looked down, jaw clenching. “The gala’s in six days. They needed someone.”
“They needed you, apparently.” He spit. The air between them crackled.
Kenma took a step forward. A jolt shot through his joints. He wasn’t supposed to be dancing yet, but he’d been practicing alone. Hidden. Waiting for his return to the stage where he belonged. But this was wrong. It was supposed to be with Kuroo. “You could’ve said no.” Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes.
“I couldn’t,” Kuroo said, swallowing. “You don’t get it, Kenma. This isn’t like before. They were going to pull the entire piece if they didn’t have a name. I thought…”
“What? That I’d be okay with you dancing our routine with someone else?”
‘It’s not like that.”
“Don’t lie to me!”
Kuroo moved toward him, but Kenma backed away.
“I trusted you,” Kenma said again, softer this time, like a ghost speaking from beyond. “Out of everyone in this company, you. You were supposed to be on my side.”
Kuroo ruffled, “I am on your side, goddammit!”
“Then why does it feel like I’ve been pushed offstage?” The silence returned, heavier now. Harsher.
Kuroo reached out, his hand hovering over Kenma’s shoulder. So close to touching, but not daring to make contact. “I didn’t want to lose it,” he said. “The piece. Us. I thought if I could keep it alive until you were ready-”
“You killed it,” Kenma said, full tears spilling over “Because now every time I hear that music, I won’t think of us. I’ll think of you and her.”
Kuroo flinched. “I just wanted to protect it,” he whispered.
Kenma looked at him for a long moment. Then, finally, stepped forward and rested his forehead against Kuroo’s shoulder. “You can’t protect something by pretending it doesn’t hurt,” he said, voice cracking. “Next time... just dance with me. Or not at all.”
Kuroo wrapped his arms around him, tentative, guilty. “Next time,” he promised.
Kuroo doesn’t consider himself old, he’s not even thirty yet, but he’s OLD old when it comes to technology. He likes to blame his ineptitude on a combination of him being raised by his grandparents and relying on Kenma to help him out when necessary.
His best friend had only just introduced him to TikTok, and for once this is a social media Kuroo can get behind. He quickly makes the JVL an account and makes content out of volleyball clips to fitting music. He’s having a blast, even if Kenma says he’s about a year late in all his music choices.
Eventually he makes his own personal account, and immediately starts posting videos of Kenma with the most ridiculous filters on him, Being that Kenma is so popular, and obviously would never post such content himself, his personal account becomes a hit.
People in the comments keep asking him to prank his best friend, but honestly Kuroo isn’t a fan of a majority of the “pranks” he sees online. They all seem too mean spirited, and he cares about his friend too much to pull a stunt that would hurt his feelings just for the views.
He’s lamenting about the non-stop requests to Bokuto who comes up with a solution.
“Why not just pull a nice prank? Like, leave little messages or something around the house and see if you can catch his reaction?”
It really is a great idea, and Kuroo is quick to set it up.
The first note does not go over well. Kenma found the note and actually called him. Not texted, CALLED him.
“What is this?”
“What is what?”
“This note you left me, what is this?”
“I figured my best friend just needed a reminder of how great he is!”
“Hmm. Suspicious.”
“It’s not suspicious!”
“It is.”
“Not!”
“Hmm. I’m hanging up now.”
The second note was met again with some resistance, but less suspicion. Kuroo gets a text at work.
‘Why are you leaving notes? You could just text me this.’
‘More fun for us both!’
The third note Kenma doesn’t acknowledge receiving, but when Kuroo asks him about it, Kenma blushes a bit and says that he read it. Huh.
The fourth note has Kenma blushing when he sees him next. BLUSHING! He’d only ever seen Kenma that red when he got sunburnt at the beach when they went to Okinawa a few years ago.
He decides it may be time to pull the nanny cam for footage on the reactions, if they’re good, he’ll have Fukunaga help him edit it down to a quick video for TikTok.
He watches the video, and predictably Kenma’s face gets all scrunched up in disgust and disbelief at the first note. It’s cute, definitely one of his favorite reactions. He can hear Kenma grumble ‘the fuck’ to himself before he’s pulling out his phone to call Kuroo.
The second note is met with less visible disgust, but more unintelligible mumbling. Again he takes out his phone to message Kuroo. He can see Kenma roll his eyes at the response and pocket the little note as he walks out of frame.
The third note has Kenma yelling out ‘Oh, come on!’ before he pulls out his phone to call someone. Strange, because he doesn’t remember Kenma trying to call him after this note. He doesn’t have to wonder who he’s calling because Kenma greets the person with a loud, ‘He’s driving me crazy Shohei’ before once again walking out of frame.
Huh. Were the notes that bad? He thought Kenma was enjoying them. Kuroo skips forward to the last note.
The fourth and final note was his sweetest one by a long shot, and this one is met with a blush and a groan from Kenma.
‘Ugh, when is he just going to ask me out already? Why did I have to fall in love with a sweet idiot.’
Ah. Well, this idea is now useless for his TikTok channel. One more note, he decides, one more note and no more hidden cameras.
The last note he doesn’t leave in his usual spot on the counter, instead when he lets himself in around noon, he leaves it on Kenma’s phone. He waits for his friend to wake up in his kitchen with a freshly made apple pie in the oven.
When Kenma eventually wakes up, he comes to the kitchen holding up the note.
“Do you mean it?”
“Yes.”
“Ok then.”
Kenma grabs a fork and shoves a big bite of pie into his mouth.
“I didn’t brush my teeth,” he says around his mouthfull.
“Ok?”
With a final swallow, Kenma slams down his fork and pulls Kuroo down into a kiss.
It’s sweet.
When they pull away Kenma goes back for another bite, and Kuroo can’t help but smile.
“Is that a yes then?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not going to say it out loud?”
“Not like you did either.”
Kuroo chuckles, “Fine. You wanna be my boyfriend?”
“Yup, sounds good to me.” Kenma scoops up his plate and heads back to his room. He looks back over at Kuroo, “Well come on, I’m still sleepy and as my new boyfriend it’s your job to cuddle me.”
“Ah, what a rough job I’ve landed, but no pie in the bed.”
“No, this pie is coming to bed.”
“You can’t eat pie in the bed! Think of the crumbs!’
“I’m going to eat it all, there won’t be any!”
“This is how you get ants, Kenma. Do you want ants in your bed?”
“We’re not going to get ants in the bed.”
“We will!”
“Will not.”
“I can’t believe our first argument as a couple is over ants in the bed.”
“Mmm. It’s nice.”
“Yeah, it is.”
Kuroo and Kenma have been in this weird sort of in-between of Dating/Not-Dating. They act like a couple, but never really talked about it or made it “official.” After watching Kruoo struggle to answer his co-worker’s simple question of “Oh, is this your boyfriend?” Kenma thinks that this has gone on long enough.
“Thank you both for coming here, I hope the journey wasn’t too much of a hassle.”
“Kenma, I practically live here and you literally bought Hinata a first-class ticket to Tokyo for this. What is going on?”
“Ah yes, the agenda for today’s meeting is to discuss your promotions.”
“Cool! Not really sure how I can get a promotion when I don’t even work for you, but sounds fun!”
“Yes, that enthusiasm is exactly how you earned this promotion.” Kenma pulls out what looks like name plaques from his hoodie. “Congratulations, Hinata, you’ve been promoted to the position of my Best Friend.” Kenma hands him the first plaque, neatly inscribed with “Hinata Shoyo - Best Friend” on it.
“YES!”
“Hey! I thought I was your best friend!”
“You had a good run, Kuro. Truly you have been the best best friend I could have ever asked for. You’ve been so good, infact, that you earned you own promotion, should you choose to accept.” Kenma slides the remaining plaque over to Kuroo, the inscription of “Kuroo Tetsuro - Fiancé” making Kuroo’s mouth drop.
“Now, I realise we’re skipping a few steps, but I figured this would make up for the delay of a promotion. Do you accept?”
Kuroo is a sobbing mess, nodding his head ‘yes’ and not noticing that Hinata had taken out a camera to snap photos.
“Great, well with that promotion comes this,” Kenma says with a smile and a few tears in his eyes as he places an open ring box on the kotatsu. “And of course there is a stipulation that you will move in full time.”
Kuroo laughs through his tears, “I think I can manage that.”
“Great. I love you.”
“Love you, too.”
Cats 🐈 🐈⬛
Bokuto getting injured, and having to take a month off to recover- decides to do his pt in Tokyo, and crash at his boyfriend Akaashi’s house. With him he brings the mangy street cat he forcibly adopted from a dumpster, Kuroo. Akaashi isn’t thrilled- he already has a cat of his own, a spoiled, pampered, rare male calico named Kenma. He’s nervous about them getting along, and it was a little touchy at first- Kuroo was quick to take a liking to Kenma, but Kenma took a bit longer to come around to the larger black cat.
Soon enough, they’re thick as thieves. Akaashi is baraged with photos of them cuddling together, grooming eachother, and one video of Kuroo bringing Kenma a gift of a dead mouse that Akaashi quickly begs Bokuto to get rid of.
Then, they start getting a little too close. Kenma is acting weird, shoving his butt into Kuroo’s face and yowling at him.
“I’ve never seen them cuddle like this before” Bokuto captions a video of what is clearly Kuroo mounting Kenma. Akaashi is spiralling; can cats be gay? Why was Kenma acting like that? Kuroo he gets, the bastard pain in his ass will hump anything and everything. But he was assured Kenma was a rare calico male, the breeder said so when he got him a few months ago. He just said he’d have to wait a few weeks for the balls to drop. How long was that again?
A quick trip to the vet confirms it, he had misgendered his damn cat. Now they’re expecting kittens.
“I’m too young to be a grandpa, Akaashi!”