DON'T OWN THE COVER (just have it in my camera roll)
Kuroo has always hidden everything behind a smile. Acts obnoxious that nothing can ever hurt him. The truth is he keeps all his emotions behind a book. This book he calls his hurt book because all...
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I can't leave Kuroo to be dead on his birthday so... here.
Kuroo's eyes slowly began to come into focus. The room was white was he dead. If so where the fuck was the hell fire and demons with electric guitars and drums playing to Metallica. He turned his head to the left to see a window. There was a little blue bird chirping on a branch as snow began to fall . He blinked where was he. Then it struck him. He's in hospital. But for how long? He saw a mass pile of cards and gifts.
Flashback
The two Fukadara members had to hold back a screaming Kenma. No kenma just couldn't lose Kuroo. He meant to much. He screams and cries didn't work and when they let go the gamer fell to the ground in fits of sobs. The only problem with the day was the fact it was a school day the next day and volleyball practice. Another thing was Bokuto and Akaashi we're both going to there part of Tokyo. No of them were coping well. Kuroo has always been the hero type. To smile in the face of danger. None of them could get over that they may never see him again. That he won't come back with a smile or make them laugh. He would come bounding back with a joke or say this is some sick sick prank. Deep down the all knew there was a possibility of him not coming back. But no of them could say it. Kuroo would come back. He always did! They all spent the rest of the night quite. Even Bokuto.
