a change in thesis || kuroken

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hello!

so i was writing this but kinda came to a block about where i wanted it to go,,, but i think we did okay! this isn't my first holiday au but it is my first one for haikyuu, so i hope everyone is in character and nothing is too tedious to read with this holiday theme ;-;

i also wanted to make this short and fluffy but ended up listening to too much ricky montgomery and now it's 12k with some pining??¿¿??

ANYWAY please enjoy! and thank you for visiting me here today! <333

p.s. to xena - i really hope you like this and that it doesn't disappoint! thank you for being moots with me and interacting with me! happy birthday, ilu!! <333

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Kozume Kenma does not believe there is anything worse in the world than Christmas.

Christmas — the time of the year when vermillion ribbons would drape from ceilings like pageant banners, when pretty orange lanterns escaped from hopeful hands and speckled the sky like fireflies, when you showed your friends just how much you loved them by giving them gifts, when snow lined front lawns and clung to the shivering arms of bare branches – it was absolute hot garbage.

Babies wailing was a close second, amongst the many things that made Kenma want to drive his head through drywall, maybe a drop in a rollercoaster that lasted a little bit too long to where it felt like your stomach was in your throat, or getting sprayed with wet water when you're perfectly warm.

But Christmas was a whole different ball game.

Kenma could write a ten-page, double-spaced, Times New Roman 12 point font thesis on exactly why it is the worst holiday ever thought of.

His first point – and most dreadful of them all – would be the mistletoe. Everyone expected people to kiss underneath it, to silently confess any bubbling feelings that you'd rather keep hidden. Feelings that you kept buried for so long, only for a jerk plant to give you away.

But what if you haven't had your first kiss, yet, and you want it to be a little more special than giving it to some random stranger underneath some random plant hanging above a door frame? There was no way to decline it, or else you would ruin the holiday spirit, big red letters above your head that read KILLJOY, no matter how many ways you tried to hide it from people.

What if you get caught under there with your arch-nemesis or something?

And Kenma didn't have any, but the thought still made his bones rattle.

His second point – there were foods and drinks that had no business being peppermint flavored. He did not understand the cookies and coffee that were offered around Christmas, made specifically to taste like spice and ass on purpose. And for what? Holiday cheer?

He could throw up.

On top of that, it got way too cold, winter being summer's twin sibling in seasons that just had to do the most with the weather in order to get their point across. There was the spending money that you didn't have on people you tolerated, the bright fairy lights that hurt his eyes and seemed to set the city on fire, the Christmas tree.

You get it.

All in all, Kenma hated Christmas.

So imagine how dissonant it was to be friends with someone who loved it almost as much as he couldn't stand it.

Kuroo Tetsurou was Kenma's only exception to the good things that come with Christmas, a bustling and tall boy that was sometimes clumsy when he spilled hot chocolate or flour everywhere, a walking sunrise of anything and everything that Kenma held dear to him.