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The Wedding Hall Shuffle by icespyders

Complete, 3 Chapters, 17,604 Words

Kenma accidentally crashes Bokuaka's wedding because he got the date for Kagehina's wedding wrong. Kuroo is the best man trying to sus out who this random guy at his best bro's wedding is.

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can i be close to you by radian (arcsec)

Complete, 7 Chapters, 27,742 Words

Kenma attends Kuroo's parties every Friday for the sole purpose of taking naps in Kuroo's bed, Kuroo hosts parties not because he likes them, but because he can't stand being alone in a big empty house.

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How to Seduce Your Best Friend: A Horrible Guide by Kenma by Koushicore (Hopeishope)

Complete, 15 Chapters, 74,770 Words

Kenma wakes up 7 years in the past and has to relive his second year of high school, can he survive without absolutely ruining his relationship with Kuroo like he did the first time round?

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Personal time difference by void_player

Complete, 4 Chapters, 18,362 Words

Kenma & Kuroo were anonymous online friends as teenagers who lost contact and meet again as adults in real life not knowing that they already know each other.

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does it bite? by cowsarecooliguess

Complete, Oneshot, 30,131 Words

Fantasy AU! Kuroo is a god and offers protection over Kenma's village in exchange for a life, Kenma accepts the trade in secret as the village is unwilling to sacrifice one of its people for protection, but he's been in the god realm for weeks now and why the hell is he still alive?

Kuroo: I'm going on an adventure with Bo for the weekend. You gonna be okay without me here?

Kenma, not looking up from his DS: Are you kidding? I'm gonna be even better with you gone. That means non-stop gaming!

Kuroo: Just remember to eat, you crackhead.

*the next day*

Kenma, exaggeratingly loud to no one whatsoever: Man, I've been playing this game for like six whole hours! Sure is great to be able to play for another ten without someone to stop me!

Akaashi, walking in Kenma's room: You miss him, don't you?

Kenma: What? I don't care that he's gone. It's better this way. As I said, no one can stop me.

Akaashi, sighing: It's time to eat, Kenma.

Kenma, crying: That's what Kuroo would say!

Akaashi: So you do?

Kenma: *nods*

Akaashi, also crying: Okay, good 'cause I'm missing Bokuto like crazy but I can't let anyone else on my team know! Can I stay here with you and we can eat ice cream and talk about them???

Kenma, already moving over to make more room: Fuck yeah!

Bonus:

*on Monday*

Bokuto and Kuroo: We’re back!

Akaashi and Kenma, smiling wide and dancing around happily in Kenma’s room: Ew! Why couldn’t this weekend last any longer!?

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Link das fanfics: “Me dê um beijinho na testa como bom dia.” “Delírios da madrugada” e "Você pode correr, mas não se esconder.”

En Pointe

Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company

Fandom: Haikyuu

Ship: Kuroo/Ken

Rating: T

Tags: Angst, rejection

The rehearsal studio smelled like perfume and sweat. Kenma’s hands were trembling against the barre, knuckles white, trying not to cry.

“You weren’t supposed to take the role,” he said, voice a half-gone whisper.

Kuroo didn’t respond at first. He stood by the center mark, hair tousled from the practice. The light hit him perfectly. Principal dancer. Star of the show.

“You dropped out, Kenma,” he said finally. It sounded like an excuse.

“I sprained my ankle. I told the director I’d be back in two weeks at most. It wasn’t permanent.” Kenma turned around. His cat eyes sharp as the cuts in their pas de deux. “You told me you’d cover for me, not replace me.”

Kuroo looked down, jaw clenching. “The gala’s in six days. They needed someone.”

“They needed you, apparently.” He spit. The air between them crackled. 

Kenma took a step forward. A jolt shot through his joints. He wasn’t supposed to be dancing yet, but he’d been practicing alone. Hidden. Waiting for his return to the stage where he belonged. But this was wrong. It was supposed to be with Kuroo. “You could’ve said no.” Tears ebbed at the corners of his eyes.

“I couldn’t,” Kuroo said, swallowing. “You don’t get it, Kenma. This isn’t like before. They were going to pull the entire piece if they didn’t have a name. I thought…”

“What? That I’d be okay with you dancing our routine with someone else?”

‘It’s not like that.”

“Don’t lie to me!”

Kuroo moved toward him, but Kenma backed away.

“I trusted you,” Kenma said again, softer this time, like a ghost speaking from beyond. “Out of everyone in this company, you. You were supposed to be on my side.”

Kuroo ruffled, “I am on your side, goddammit!”

“Then why does it feel like I’ve been pushed offstage?” The silence returned, heavier now. Harsher.

Kuroo reached out, his hand hovering over Kenma’s shoulder. So close to touching, but not daring to make contact. “I didn’t want to lose it,” he said. “The piece. Us. I thought if I could keep it alive until you were ready-”

“You killed it,” Kenma said, full tears spilling over “Because now every time I hear that music, I won’t think of us. I’ll think of you and her.”

Kuroo flinched. “I just wanted to protect it,” he whispered.

Kenma looked at him for a long moment. Then, finally, stepped forward and rested his forehead against Kuroo’s shoulder. “You can’t protect something by pretending it doesn’t hurt,” he said, voice cracking. “Next time... just dance with me. Or not at all.”

Kuroo wrapped his arms around him, tentative, guilty. “Next time,” he promised.