one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

Kuroo's Kisses

(A/N) So I'm just kinda putting fluff and a mental breakdown in a one shot in the form of KuroKen. Based off of like my legitimate issues and reactions. After I'm done with this I'll be editing my most recent chapter of Irusu (sorry for the wait I'm a pathetic person) and as soon as I actually publish that I'll be publishing a Haikyuu oneshot book for the girls and my hetero ships and xreader oneshots. But um possible triggers , I'm sorry this is kinda shitty and rushed. Gomen

Kenma curled into Kuroo's side, attempting to burry himself in the pleasant warmth. He covered his face with his hands, squeezing his eyes shut, willing the tears away.

"Kozume..." Kuroo whined, wrapping himself around Kenma. "What's wrong? You were so happy a second ago..."

Kenma's silent tears poured down his cheeks and onto the comforter and Kuroo's shirt. "I-I was having like internal dialogue... And I guess I'm just being overly emotional." He muttered, attempting not to hiccup as he spoke.

"Kozume, you overthink absolutely everything... Don't worry, I'm here." Kuroo cooed, smoothing Kenma's hair softly.

"Yes, you are, and that all well and good, but it's just you..." He exclaimed, his cheeks wet and streaked. "And I'm plenty happy with you but I just want to get out of my head and I don't know how!" He pulled away from Kuroo's grasp, his eyes frantic as he beat at his temples with the base of his palms.

Kuroo followed after him, grasping his wrists, pulling them away from his head before Kenma dealt serious damage to himself. Kuroo hated when Kenma lost himself like this. "Baby, it's okay, you don't need to confine yourself so much. I know you know that you're a bit of an introvert."

Kenma nodded, his nose scrunching up as he poured and shut his eyes as if he were shutting off the water faucet that allowed the tears to flow. "I am, but how do I even socialize? Nobody cares for me, but you, Tetsurou. Even when I do try to speak it comes out wrong and I sound like a total idiot! I hate it! I hate myself!" He cried out, thrashing against Kuroo's hold, which tightened more and more.

"Kozume!" Kuroo scolded, his voice demanding Kenma reduce his movements and listen. "Whenever you get like this I don't know how to feel! I feel like I'm failing you; as a friend, as a lover... It's like I can't get it through your damn head that it's okay to say silly things, it's okay to feel uncomfortable in groups of people, and it's okay to feel alone. You are so damn loved, by me, by your family, by the team, everyone you've encountered loves you even though you're quiet. There is not one way to properly socialize, it's okay that you're not sure on how you should. Hell, I'm insecure sometimes. Me, Kuroo Testurou." Kuroo lightly shook Kenma as he spoke, and he apparently calmed down Kenma for some reason. "You shouldn't hate yourself for being quiet and reserved. You shouldn't hate yourself at all."

Kenma stared, wide eyed and opened mouthed, at Kuroo. He didn't have words to say at all.

Kuroo released Kenma's wrists, dropping his arms around him and smothering his face in kisses, earning a sniffle and giggle. "But since you hate yourself so much, I guess I'll have to love you enough for the both of us."