Haikyuu Oneshots

💮💕KuroKen - Partners💕💮

This one is extra special, plus its one of my favorites that I've written so far. Enjoy! 

The hallway was cold as you were escorted out of the hospital. It had been a long time, and you were excited to leave. The people here always gave you a patronizing look, like you were going to break at any moment.

Just because you were there when your family was murdered.

The sun hit your face and you smiled, looking around frantically for your boyfriend.

"Y/N!" he called.

You turned and gave a childish smile to the bedheaded boy.

"Tetsu!"

He ran up and pulled you into a hug.

"Careful," said the nurse escorting you. "We're pretty sure she's fine, but we don't know if there's any lasting damage. She might have some lasting side effects, including memory loss, nightmares, and mood shifts."

"Don't worry," Kuroo said. "I'll take good care of her."

You giggled and stared into a set of eyes that understood you perfectly.

"You're real, right?" you asked nervously. "This is real?"

The nurse gives you a nervous look and Kuroo laughs.

"Of course I'm real!" he says quickly. "Hard to believe this much perfection exists, but it does!"

You laugh and slap him playfully. The nurse nods with a smile and goes back inside.

"You didn't kill anyone while I was gone did you?" you ask with a soft smirk.

"Of course not," he said with a smirk. "I wouldn't do that without my little partner in crime."

You look around and, as quick as ever, your mood darkens.

"Where's Kenma?"

He gently ran a hand through your hair, calming you.

"He's still in the hospital, remember?" he says softly. "He's coming home in three days, don't worry baby."

You relax just as quickly as you got angry.

"Okay." You hug him tightly. "At least you're with me."

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"Kenma!" You call, waving as your pudding-headed boyfriend exits the hospital. You two hadn't been allowed to see each other in there. The doctors said it could slow down the healing process.

He walked over and gave you both a hug.

"Hi," he said. "That place sucks, can we go home?"

You nod excitedly.

"It does suck. The food is awful and the other patients are mean."

You've always been childish, like you were stuck in a mind younger than you. That included mood swings, but they've been worse since the accident.

You took the hands of both your boyfriends and walked home, singing A Thousand Years the whole way home.