Kuroo Tetsurou, a 17 year old from Perth, WA. Kenma Kozume, a 16 year old from Minnesota, USA. 10,523 Miles apart. Kozume Kenma, a young Instagram star who post's aesthetic photos, outfits only a few people could hold up. A gamer girl who has an account that no one she knew personally should ever find. A girl who was born wrapped in baby blue, a girl who's skirt collection is far too beautiful to be hidden away in boxes. Tetsurou Kuroo, a teen who's working part time at a pizza restaurant. A boy who's social life is full, a boy who'd often times rather stay at home, browsing the Internet. Social media, truly a great place. A place for people to communicate, to explore, to discover. They started as acquaintances. They moved to friends, the friendzone sucks, they say it's a cage that you can never escape, but does that really apply? Kubroo_tetsubrou: >Hey, I like your account, your skirts are really cute xkenmu: >thank you |xkenmu followed you| 『☆G É L E N A U☆』

❝ he loves me. he loves me not. ❞ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ i own only the plot + the cover ;;☆ hq!! belongs to haruichi furudate // lapslock intended !! [ created sometime in mid-janurary 2016 its so old // im sorry if its shit haha ] [ soulmate AU: the first words your soulmate speaks to you is permanently tattooed on your wrist. ]

ever since Victor entered my world, he never failed to surprise me. -a quick one shot-

oikawa tooru isn't the best. but he wants to be. he wants to be untouchable. he wants to be the epitome of perfection. he wants to be golden. and he figures, if he can convince himself he IS the best, he will be. and so, he does. he builds upwards, his pride a tower of accomplishments. he builds and he builds and he builds. he builds until he's high on his own ego, towering above everyone else. but oikawa forgot to ask himself something vital. what do you do when you're so high up the only way to go is down? {iwaoi fic} warning: strong language

"i'm here for you, no matter what" one is damaged, but a kind-hearted human being. the other is blind. warning! this does not in any way portray a real blind person, the aspects are exaggerated for the sake of the story. ©️hqheaven 2016

"Because the hardest part of this, is leaving you." a story in which oikawa is dying and it is iwaizumi's job to save him. COMPLETE

+ It was the realization, that nothing would ever be the same. And within this realization he seemed to live an eternity. A knowing that teetered on the edge of insanity. He'd tried through the day. To keep his demons at bay. Though slowly but surely, he began to see right through him. [IV] - © xumin8hao

.: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.)

It felt like yesterday, his constant headaches, the lacking ability to do anything. How weak he felt. It felt like yesterday he told his mother. She called for help immediately. Test after test. Results filed through. The apologies from the doctor, the wailing of his mother. Why was she crying? Kenma was the one with a year and a half to live. --- The gazebo, their spot. Those fairly lights, their stars. That's what Kuroo had called them. "Good night, my sunset lover." --- KUROKEN, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, ONESHOT

"Peter Pan, that's what they call me. I promise that you'll never be lonely" Pink, blue, yellow. One after the other, they made the memories strange, they made me feel free. Sure, I could hear my parent's screaming from the floor below, but that was fine. He was here. Peter Pan, Kuroo Tetsurou, he was always here for me. His hands were large against mine, I remember the first time we met. ------------- Kind of an A/N I guess. So this is my 8th published KuroKen story! Yeah, so I wanted to add this here, because I've chosen to use the effect of LSD or Acid, whatever you'd like to call it as the main tone for this book. If this offends you, or triggers you in any way, please do not read it. I personally haven't taken any form of illegal drug, so everything I write is based off of research of the hallucinogen. Yeah, I have no idea what I'm doing for this one, but I'll sort it out as I go along. If you have chosen to read this book, I hope you enjoy, and I hope that it'll be a story worth your time. Okay, if you haven't caught on, this is a Haikyuu!! Fanfiction. The pairing is Kuroo Tetsurou x Kenma Kozume. I do not own any of the characters. Lowkey based off of the song Neverland, adapted by Abstract ft Ruth B, originally by Ruth B. Thanks a shit ton, let's go, BroHoes.