~Haikyuu Oneshots~

Kuroken-mafia AU (2) ✨

I found and alley and pushed my back up against the wall. I slid down feeling the bricks again my back. the fabric stuck to the rocks behind me. The concrete was cold. Everything was so, so cold. My lungs felt hollow and light. My head pounded and my hands found their way into my hair. My heart was beating in my ears so loudly i could barely hear my own breath. My whole body felt as if it were infinitely compressed, tightly squeezed into my own skin. I couldn't think. I couldn't see. I couldn't breath.

"Kenma!" Kuroo was close now. He was right by me. I felt his breath in my cheek. I know he touched me, i know he picked me up and brought me back to our base, but in the moment i didn't feel anything. I was completely in my head. I was gone.

I woke up on a couch. I didn't know where i was at first but upon looking around the room i knew it was Kuroos office. Why was here again? I must have blacked out.

I sat up and Kuroo perked up in his chair. He almost got out of his chair and walked over to me, but the pixels caught his attention again. He must be tracking more people, maybe searching for the fuckers who took me.

Kuroo glanced over to me again and licked his lips before he spoke, "Er Kenma, are you comfortable?" his voice was quiet and unnatural. It was like he had never spoken to me before. I felt like a stranger.

"Kuroo, are you alright?" I knew he wasn't, but i asked anyway. I had run away from him, i must've scarred him half to death, but i didn't regret anything. He was being overprotective, if he kept treating me like the sun then he might lose sight of his own needs and get burned in the process.

"I'm fine, i just- please don't run away again, you could've gotten taken and-" I stood up causing him to stop his blabber. I walked to his desk and peeked at his computer. He was looking at news articles about the whole incident. Apparently the time was 8 in the morning. The last i remember it was 2, which means i had been asleep for 6 hours.

Kuroo took an audible breath to break the silence and put his hand on top of mine. He didn't have to say anything for me to know that he was talking me that he loves me. I looked away, but i didn't move me hand.

"I- I just hate that you treat me better than the rest of the team, its not fair to them ya'know? And i know i'm not usually the most active and i probably don't try as hard but i- well i er, i enjoy kicking ass basically." I looked back at him to see him looking at me thoughtfully. I tried to read his expression. I couldn't figure it out, it was a mixture of sympathy and care, two emotions I don't fully understand at all.

"Kenma, i don't care that you don't work as hard, and i understand that you're just- your not as built as the others, no offence of course,"

"Non taken, yet." He chuckled.

"Yeah, but i love you more than i can put into words. I know i've told you that thousands of times but i...well i really don't know what i would do without you, but i know you're strong. I'll try to treat you the same, but I'll still love you deeply." God he's so sappy. I would've cried if i was properly hydrated. Instead, i leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips.

We didn't have to say anything else. I knew he understood what i wanted, and i understood what he wanted. He would work together, and we would try out bests to make sure this never happened again. Not all things are perfect now, but i can say that i have a newfound passion for kicking the asses of rapists.

Woooo i did it! this part isn't as long as the other one mainly because there's less of a conflict. N e way, hope you enjoyed and i'll see you in the next one shot

-Sweetie 

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