Kenma didn't truly believe in love. He knew people felt it. He knew that people in movies felt it, at least. But he had never met anyone who was in love. He had never been in love. And for his whole life, he thought it was gonna stay that way.
Until Kuroo moved in.
Kuroo caught Kenma's attention immediately, and at young age, too. He wasn't like all the other kids who lived on his block. Kuroo was loud, outgoing, but he didn't seem to give a care in the world. His hair stuck out in a thousand different directions all the time, but he never fixed it. His pants never matched his shirt, but no matter how many times people made fun of him, he kept his stupid grin plastered across his face.
He's odd, was Kenma's first thought after returning his attention back to his game.
But for some reason, Kenma couldn't concentrate anymore.
And he hasn't been able to concentrate for the past 6 years; and he can't seem to figure out why.
Maybe it's because he has a problem concentrating. Maybe it's something neurological. Maybe nothing interests him. Maybe he's just bored of everything in the world.
None of those reasons felt right, though. They felt like excuses.
And this feeling's only grown since he's become friends with Kuroo.
All these years, Kenma's been trying to push down the feeling in different ways: buying new games, schoolwork, he even joined the volleyball team after Kuroo pestered him for years about it. The feeling was masked, definitely, but it never really went away.
That is, until he realized why he was feeling this way. More specifically, who was making him feel this way.
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a soulmate who wasn't meant to be | kuroken
Short Storymy kuroken heart :( none of the art or haikyuu characters belong to me