Kenma transfers to Nekoma for his second year, while interested in joining the volleyball team, he's wary of his own abilities and the dynamic of the team already. Kuroo fixates on the new second year, convincing him that joining the team is the right thing to do. The two of them spiral into an intense relationship, somethings are built to last and others fall apart. Kuroken fanfiction Smut/Mature (chapters marked with * are more graphic ) Most names are from the show, some are not. Years are not matched to the show.

Kozume Kenma has recently uprooted to the Nerima Ward in Tokyo. School isn't easy, he can't seem to concentrate or shake off the attention of some easily angered upper classmen. The captain of the volleyball team, Kuroo Tetsurō, takes him under his wing. Kuroo is determined to make Kenma fall in love with both Tokyo and volleyball. He's sure he can craft a protege out of the surprisingly agile younger boy in time for Spring Nationals. Their relationship quickly intensifies into a strange and unique intimacy, though everything may not be as it seems... disclaims/ info: i obv do not own any bit of Haikyuu !! this fic also features bokuaka, a lil kagehina, lots of angst/ fluff. thank you for reading !

Jenna, a high school senior born and raised in the country of Edenia. Her history and heritage the sole reason for the birth of Edenia. A world where there is no such thing as a secret. Everyone knows everyone. Anything hidden from the government calls for treason. Or so they believed. Jenna had always thought differently from her peers and parents. She has secrets to hide. Stories that should never be found or retold. That makes her position vulnerable. Andrew, a freedom fighter born and raised in one of the rebelling countries called Newarsa. Edenia has brought only pain and loss. And he would stop at nothing until the great kingdom falls once more. But a single encounter between Jenna and Andrew makes an unforgettable first impressions for both of them. But their beliefs and loyalties lay with their country. Their hearts though...tell a different story.