a/n i have 18 chapters of this done so be ready
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(5 years earlier)
I sat at the lunch table, and looked at him. His wavy blonde hair, the way it frames his face, the way his brows furrowed slightly everytime his pencil lead would break. He was just beautiful. How can someone be so gorgeous and not realize it?
"Hey, Kuroo, can you stop looking at me like that?" Kenma looked up at me with a flushed face, his whole complexion dusted in pink. I felt all my blood rush to my cheeks and I could barely let out a sound.
"Uh, yeah." I choked on my words. He looked back at me, and reached a hand to touch my hair, his hand physically recoiling the moment he made contact with it.
"Do you even wash your hair?! It's so dry." He raised his voice momentarily, returning immediately to his normal deadpan.
"I wash it three times a week." I stated, and he rolled his eyes.
"That's not enough." He scoffed, and turned back to his art project. He shaded on specific points and erased some, but only enough to make the piece more realistic. I watched the way his hands moved back and forth with the pencil, like how a wave moves back and forth with the wind.
"For this piece I was thinking of making her have freckles." He sighed, and thought for a second. Kenma was illustrious in the art community, but somehow stayed out of the public eye. "I decided to give her golden eyes, like yours." He paused to look right into my eyes.
"Are you sure my eyes are golden? I mean, have you ever seen Bokuto?" I laughed halfheartedly, and he looked a little disgusted.
"Your eyes are golden. I don't care what Bokuto's eyes look like." He sounded angry, and looked angry as he shot me a glare.
"Woah, sorry, I didn't know you cared about it." I sighed, and he sighed dramatically in a mocking way, which made me scoff.
"You guys are two different people." He deadpanned. Turning back to his work, he leaned his cheek on his hand, most of his face hidden from me. I felt bad, but part of me was confused as to what he was angry at in the first place.
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The bell rang, and I walked out with Kenma, his head only reaching my shoulders. I had an impulse to ruffle his hair and start making fun of him for something, but I held myself back. Kenma had no idea how much I cared for him. I couldn't stop thinking about him, nor could I stop overthinking everything I tell him or talk to him about.
"Bye Kuroo" Kenma took a turn. I kept walking straight. Bumping into many different people as I strolled through the smelly hallways. My phone buzzed, and I picked it out of my pocket, seeing a notification from Bokuto. Ignoring it, I continued walking through the hallways, praying to god that my history teacher didn't mind if I was late today.
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FanfictionKuroo and Kenma were high school lovers, but they don't talk anymore. One day, Kuroo sees him, and is completely thrown off. what happens when they start talking again? What happened in the past that's making them so reluctant to reconnect? I dont o...
