"Never have I ever, a game devised for children and teens to reveal their secrets. A game that ruined my life." A Kuroken (Kenma x Kuroo) Short Story

Kenma really loves to wear girls clothing, but is afraid of being judged or standing out. Kuroo, his childhood friend and crush, finds out and decides to help his setter. ☆STORY COMPLETE☆

AU! Where Kenma is a video game artist/programmer who works his hardest to make his own video game come to life. He's very closed in and doesn't care about anyone or anything except himself. What KENMA fails to realize is that there is no pressing buttons to control feelings. - This has a spice of Tattoo AU! And Gaming AU! Kenma is 24 and Kuroo is 25 This story is going to KILL will feels because KuroKen is my OTP so why not make them suffer incredibly? Anyways! Please enjoy.

Nekoma high's volleyball team made it to regionals. The whole team with a group of adult performers are partying in celebration. But Kenma is sick and tired of all this noise and takes a step outside. Only to find Kuroo joining him later on. They're alone. What happens later? Status: Complete Sequel: Coming soon Warning: boyxboy Pairing: Kuroo x Kenma Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu or the cover art

It's not everyday you see Kenma get excited over, well, anything. A new Arcade has been built in the centre of town. Kenma is up for the challenge of being the first one to arrive, except he decides to let Kuroo enter his wondrous world of Pudding-Haired dragon slayers and masters of DDR. Hey there, this is my third short story on this account... Not much to say, just trying to raise the amount of KuroKen stories on Wattpad, because not a lot of people write about I and my pudding-haired partner... Enjoy! -Kuroo Tetsurou

Kenma finally realises that there's more to be interested in than games.

Kenma wants a change. To stand out a bit more. Dying his hair blonde will do the trick, right? Not every one feels the same way about the change. Short, fluff, much Kuro Ken.

.:Meaningless Sketches:. Math, Language, Science, History textbooks littered with rough sketches and meaningless doodles. We've all done it. We've all wasted time doing so. This just so happens to be quite the habit for Kozume Kenma, Space ships, lyrics written in bubble writing, a gallery, the history of a single pen. Until one day a drawing means something, a person, a person with an expert smirk. A person who really doesn't know how to use a hairbrush. ---------- A short fluff-shot by Tetsurou_Kuroo (=^x^=)(=^x^=)(=^x^=) (I'm aware that I misspelled my surname as "Teturou" I accidentally forgot to press one S key and now I can't change it, sorry if this means anything to anyone, which it probably doesn't.)

Kenma was fine with just being friends with Kuroo. He knew all along that his love for his bestfriend is futile. He already accepted his fate. They were never meant to be. They were supposed to be just friends. Until that fateful evening when Kuroo got drunk and kissed him. What now? SLIGHTLY AU.