+ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ. - ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀʜᴏᴏᴅ | "ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀʏ" [III] - © xumin8hao

[iwaoi fanfiction] it's harder to reach hajime, even though tooru tries. ▶ copyright © kaila 2016 /lowercase intended/

"Why did you kiss me" a 12 year old Akaashi asks. "Dunno, just felt like it" Bokuto hums. Akaashi nods, turning back to his homework. It didn't mean anything. It was only Bokuto and kissing felt like a very Bokuto thing to do. (Dense Idiots) Written: 2019

When the independent assassin, Kenma is forced to work with the wild hitman Kuroo, he is everything but pleased. After taking an important case together they realize they have to watch their backs more then before. You never know who might be Bearing the flame, and if you get to close... you'll burn. DISCLAIMER: TW Does mention triggering topics such as murder/death/ suicide. Goes into detail about death, and depression. Mild adult humor and language. Please read with caution! LOTS OF VIOLENCE! None of the art in this belongs to me, unless said so, and at the end of the story there will be a credit page :)

This story is not mine i just saw that it wasn't on wattpad and some people do not have access to the story so here you go. CREDITS GO TO Danaiacake.

I cringe every time I reread this, so uh.. read with caution. This is one of those cliche love stories where The red thread of fate actually exists in the world :)

"Oy, Kenma!" I glanced up from my phone to see Kuroo stood with his hand around yet another girls waist. I looked back down at my phone, and after a couple seconds Kuroo responded: "Don't worry, Kenma's like that to a lot of people,"he told her, pulling the girl slightly closer to him. She giggled. I rolled my eyes. ~~~~ I'm so bad at descriptions, sorry lol This is just some KuroKen that I had an idea for lol it's a bit angsty but majorly fluff so it should be alright Enjoy! :) -organic ❗️Things that happen❗️ -underage drinking -mention of a bad parent -some slightly bad language *･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･* I do not own any of the characters in this fanfic, they belong to Haruichi Furudate and their Manga: Haikyuu!! Milestones: 100 views on 12/4/2020 tysm!!! 200 views on 12/8/2020 ahhh 300 views on 12/10/2020 omg I can't believe that :0 400 views on 12/12/2020 it means so much 500 views on 12/15/2020 what the heck- 30 in kitten on 12/16/2020 and 700 views <3 13 in kuro on 12/20/2020 and 1.01k views holy crap number 1 in kurooxkenma on 12/26/20 thank you all <3 :0 also 2000views that's so many people omg 3,000 views on 12/30/2020 THANK YALL 5k views on 1-5-21 whoa 7,500 views on 1-12-21 10 FREAKING K ON 1-17-21 IM- 15k on 1-27-21 shsndnsdkd 20k on 2-4-21 I seriously cannot believe that <3 25k on 2-14-21 30k on 2-23-21 50k on 3-30-21 75k on 5-10-21 100k on 7-8-21 125k on 8-25-21 ahsndnfkfkfjf !! 150k on 11-6-21 200k on 4-12-22 300k on 3-2-24 325k on 7-8-24

Will Oikawa ever find true love, or not. Trigger warning: SELF HARM

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 !

Throughout the years, Ray and Emma have been side by side fighting for the peace that they long for. They're always together as they escape the Grace Field House and meet new people. Although, despite all these new experiences, the only one Ray could think about is his growing bond with Emma. A series where they realize that feelings have been growing between them as they go along their journey.