A Kuroken (Haikyuu) Fanfiction.
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Warning, may contain tons of angst and etc.
Disclaimer, I do not own haikyuu and it's truly by Furudate.
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The doorbell of Kenma's household rang. As his mother went to look at it, there she saw a guy whom she doesn't really know. "Uhm, hello!" The guy said happily yet a bit awkwardly.
"I am Kuroo and we were the new tenants of the house next door, we just moved yesterday." He continued as a certain little bed-haired child hid behind his back shyly.
Kenma's mother smiled back at him and introduces herself as well. As her eyes landed on the little bed-haired child, she called her son, Kenma, to come down and meet the new neighbors.
As Kenma went down, he immediately hid behind her mother's back and only peeks if the bed-haired child is not looking. "This is my son, Kozume Kenma, you'll both be great playmates!" His mother said as she was looking at the little bed-haired child and his son. She signs her son to introduce his self to them because it would look rude.
"Hello, Im Kozume....Kozume Kenma, nice to meet you" Kenma said as he stared the little bed-haired child with his cat-like eyes and features, still hiding his little body at his mother's back, holding the hem of her shirt.
"I-I am Kuroo Tetsurou, nice to meet you too" The little bed-haired child slowly introduces his self, slowly moving away from hiding at his father's back shyly.
Both child stared at each other awkwardly. No one bothered to talk. Not even their parents, except for the fact that they're both smiling.
Kenma's mother asked Tetsurou's father to come inside and he gladly took it, leaving the two children at the front door, asking them to follow them after they make a little talk with both of theirselves.
They just both stared, one's wondering who'll start to talk and the other's wondering when can he play his games again.
"H...Hi, friends?" Little Tetsurou can't fathom it anymore as he initiated his self shyly to the cat-like boy, holding out his right hand at Kenma. Kenma stared at the certain bed-haired child for a moment, before he nodded and took his hand and shooked it slowly, not barely showing any emotions.
