Истории Kenmaxkuro

distance had grown between the seemingly inseparable boys when a distasteful odor began to embed itself throughout the fibers of kuros clothing, eventually replacing his once musky pine smell with the sickeningly sweet vanilla cake of a perfume. (Updates will come in short 500-800 worded chapters with plans to upload biweekly, so far all chapters are unedited)

Kenma had a new friend and Kuroo's overprotective nature kicks in. Or maybe he's just simply... jealous?

"Kuro, why aren't you dating anyone yet?" Kenma asked, though some sort of disinterest can be traced from his voice. "Why don't you figure it out yourself, kitten." Kuroo challenged, his right canine flashing with his perpetual grin. /or/ In which Kenma notices a lot of things about Kuroo-save for one thing that's ironically way more obvious than the rest.

Kenma was a struggling art student working at the most stuck up hippie coffee shop he could think of. Every shift was like a new form of torture, that is until an attractive new regular starts coming around.