It tickles. Whatever it is, it tickles. The scratch of roughness against Keiji’s belly, the weight nuzzling. He had gone to sleep alone, curled on the sofa in one of Koutarou’s ratty old shirts with the collar pulled up over his nose. +
It tickles. Whatever it is, it tickles. The scratch of roughness against Keiji’s belly, the weight nuzzling. He had gone to sleep alone, curled on the sofa in one of Koutarou’s ratty old shirts with the collar pulled up over his nose. +
archiveofourown.org/works/34779427
archiveofourown.org/works/34779427
Kuroo and Kenma are "together", and the media has a field day. Later, Kenma surprises Kuroo with his reaction to an unwelcome event. Enjoy! 🐈⬛✨💕🐈
Ao3 ch. link: archiveofourown.org/works/715966...
Kuroo and Kenma are "together", and the media has a field day. Later, Kenma surprises Kuroo with his reaction to an unwelcome event. Enjoy! 🐈⬛✨💕🐈
Ao3 ch. link: archiveofourown.org/works/715966...
Kuroo and Kenma are "together", and the media has a field day. Later, Kenma surprises Kuroo with his reaction to an unwelcome event. Enjoy! 🐈⬛✨💕🐈
Ao3 ch. link: archiveofourown.org/works/715966...
Bokuto hears someone jokingly say that Akaashi is “ugly crying” and he misunderstands, and gets REALLY angry/defensive. He’s like, “what’s wrong with you? Akaashi isn’t ugly! He’s the prettiest person in the whole school, maybe the whole world!😤”
Bokuto hears someone jokingly say that Akaashi is “ugly crying” and he misunderstands, and gets REALLY angry/defensive. He’s like, “what’s wrong with you? Akaashi isn’t ugly! He’s the prettiest person in the whole school, maybe the whole world!😤”
There really is something about the back of Bokuto’s head, where his hair meets nape 😭
There really is something about the back of Bokuto’s head, where his hair meets nape 😭
“Tadaima!” Kōtarō calls as he steps through the door to the apartment and into the genkan. He kicks off his sliders and exchanges them for his favorite fuzzy owl slippers. “Keiji, are you home?”
“Okaeri, Kōtarō,” Keiji calls back.
“Tadaima!” Kōtarō calls as he steps through the door to the apartment and into the genkan. He kicks off his sliders and exchanges them for his favorite fuzzy owl slippers. “Keiji, are you home?”
“Okaeri, Kōtarō,” Keiji calls back.
“Tadaima!” Kōtarō calls as he steps through the door to the apartment and into the genkan. He kicks off his sliders and exchanges them for his favorite fuzzy owl slippers. “Keiji, are you home?”
“Okaeri, Kōtarō,” Keiji calls back.