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"𝖪𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗈.. 𝖨 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.."
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Kenma Kozume, a person who had accidentally stalked someone out of curiosity. But, luckily it ends well with no restraining orders and instead friending Y/N.
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"𝖶𝗁𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍! 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.."
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Kuroo Tetsuro, somehow friended Kenma Kozume and now it's a love hate relationship.
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"𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋..."
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Disclaimer:
Y/N: Your name
L/N: Last name
F/N: Friends name
A/N: Authors note
This is my first fanfic I ever wrote! I want to get better at writing so if you have any ideas or ways to make my story better, please tell me. If you like my story, vote on some chapters so I know what I'm doing well at.
Y/N will have she/her pronouns (since it makes it easier for me)
Kuroo will kinda be like Oikawa, he's popular basically.
Sorry if the characters are acting not in cannon, I tried my best.
I DO NOT CLAIM ANY OF THE HAIKYUU CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY!
Enjoy reading ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. -- K. Kenma x Reader
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