~Assorted BxB Oneshots~

Tower

KUROKEN FLUFF

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Tetsurou Kuroo

"Kenmaaaa!!" I whined, shifting the boy's attention away from his game

"What now, Kuro?" He replied, clearly a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"When are you going to be doooone? Also, what do you mean, 'what now'? Do you not like the sound of my voice?" I added an offended gasp onto the last sentence to mess with him, but was genuinely offended when he responded with a dry "took you long enough"

He did answer the question though, saying "one more level, then we can go. What time are we meeting them, anyway?"

"Tsukki said 1pm, so we should aim for 1:30."

"Kuro, you know he gets annoyed easily. Besides, it's not fair to make Tadashi wait just because you don't like Tsukishima"

"...1:15?"

"...fine, but not a minute later. How long are we gonna be there, anyway? I don't really wanna play for that long..."

"It'll be at most an hour, don't worry. I know you get tired easily~"

"Shut up, you know it's not that"

"Yeah yeah...shouldn't really be playing at all with an ankle damaged like that!"

"Yeah, well, someone told me I should 'try harder' during practice. Someone said I might just have fun. Someone didn't seem to realise that broken ankles are, and this is of course my opinion, NOT FUN"

"Alright, alright, eeesh, my bad...sometimes I think you're more of a tiger than a cat"

"Tigers are cats"

"...oh yeah"

"You're really stupid Kuro"

"Hey!"

"And fix your hair. It looks better when it's messy, suits the rest of you"

"You little shit! You're gonna make me cry one day!"

His quiet "can't wait" was enough to provoke me to lunge at him, grabbing his small waist and hoisting him up, the controller he was holding falling onto the bed as he scrambled to get away from me. He was laughing as I rolled him around, though I did let him go to finish off his game, which I'd compromised a little bit. Oh well...it's an extra minute I don't have to spend with that blond bastard.

I don't know why Kenma felt the need to arrange a volleyball practice session with Yamaguchi and his boytoy. I'd never really seen Kenma and Yamaguchi together, so hadn't thought of them as friends, but I figure now that there must be some degree of contact. Either way, I have to put up with it for an hour on my day off, which I was quite looking forward to spending lounging around with my little boyfriend.

When I say little...I mean it. Maybe it's just by comparison to me, but Kenma really is tiny. He must be no more than 5"3, which is a good 11" less than me, and he's far less bulky as well. His slender, twinkish frame barely fit in my hands, and he spent a lot of time cuddled up in my chest as he sat on my lap, taking advantage of his little mass to use me as a pillow and mattress.

It's quite funny when we stand next to each other, actually. Sometimes I pick him up by the waist so he can kiss me, something he tries to hide his enjoyment of. I think even he knows it's futile, but his stubbornness won't let him concede to me just yet, or at least in regards to this. Let's just say that he's conceded a lot to me over the past 6 months.

Crazy really, to think it's been that long. Feels almost like yesterday when I'd first kissed him. It was really early in the morning, we were both tired. Not drunk, not even near, but groggy enough to pass as drunk, and it'd almost been instinct. I think I'd been at his place to revise for an exam of some sort, and had decided to stay over because I didn't want to walk home at 2am. I was about to get into bed when he'd said "goodnight, Kuro" in that sleepy tone he always has, and something had just...clicked as he walked past me. I'd stood up, stroked the side of his hair, and our lips had connected by the time I'd realised I wanted them to.

I don't want to talk about the rest of that night. Not my proudest moment, silently screaming into my pillow as Kenma slept next to me with a smile on his face, his dreams hopefully as unbelievable as my reality was becoming.

The thing is...every time I look at him, I just want to pat his head, lean down, and hold him close to me. He's snapped at me before for being patronising, but I can't help it - he's just too cute not to! I don't know why my 'type' suddenly transition from "generic straight guy" to "short gamer boy who likes cats", but I wasn't in a position to complain.

My desire to protect him was overwhelming sometimes. I'd been arrested once before for punching a guy that'd groped him when he thought I wasn't looking, but I'd been cleared for that. Kenma had made me promise I wouldn't do it again, but I refused. I didn't want anybody I didn't trust anywhere near him, which is why, as we arrive at the court at 1:16pm, I'm already unhappy at the presence of Tsukishima. I wish it'd been the little orange shrimp and that weird setter that he'd invited - at least they'd have some personality.

Kenma and Yamaguchi went off chatting to each other, leaving me alone with Tsukki, not a place I ever enjoy being.

"Well...shall we get on with it? I'm tired of pretending we won't wipe the floor with you"

"Oya? You've not seen us in a while, Tsukki"

"Don't call me that!"

"Awww, is that one reserved for master~?"

"Better than getting dommed by someone shorter than Hinata!"

"You sure those glasses are the right strength, bud? When was your last check-up"

"Tch. It's funny, such a stupid brain grew such stupid hair. I guess you can't pick genes, after all"

"Enough, both of you. You're such babies."

Kenma did as Kenma does, and put everybody in line by doing barely anything at all. His shift to authority never failed to take me off guard, since he was usually so meek and disinterested. He's told me once before that it's only because he hates arguments, but even still...

"...that's hot"

"...you are so disgusting"

"Tsukki, come on, we need to get changed"

"Run along now. Listen to master~"

His eyebrow twitched as he walked off, and I could feel his anger as he caught up with his shorter Karasuno teammate. I just chuckled, though that stopped when Kenma shot me a disapproving glare. He walked up to me and, sensing a telling-off, I went up on my toes so that he couldn't reach my face. He pouted and lazily punched at my stomach, throwing a tantrum like a child. I just sighed and crouched down, letting him look...slightly down on me as my knees bent as much as they could. He looked smug, and kissed my forehead like I was so used to doing to him.

It wasn't long before the others returned, and we set up the court and stood opposite each other, Yamaguchi holding the ball, readying one of his 50/50 float serves. I shot Kenma a smile and turned my attention back to the other two

Time to smash these posers!
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Hope you enjoyed!!

(I like my height difference ships...this and Kagakuro are both 🤌)