Thread by @mmm_msby4

#krkn #kuroken | Firsts

When Kenma and Kuroo first kissed, it was Kenma who initiated it. In his defense, they had been standing in front of Kenma’s door for about 5 minutes, because Kuroo can’t seem to leave without doing something,

but his feet had been glued to the ground, and his lips sewn shut.

As if their date wasn’t the best date Kenma had.

Impatient, Kenma grabbed Kuroo’s collar, brought his face down and placed a soft kiss on Kuroo’s lips, lingered for a little, until he felt Kuroo kiss back too.

It was slow and sweet. Kuroo with his hands on Kenma’s jaw, lifting his head and Kenma with his hands around Kuroo’s neck.

When Kenma pulled away, he muttered “I enjoyed today, let’s do it again, Tetsurou.”, then he went inside, leaving Kuroo, extremely dumbfounded,

but walked away from the door, smiling widely.

He loved that kiss very much. Kenma slept with a smile on his face, too.

When Kenma and Kuroo first slept together, Kenma was surprised at how prepared Kuroo was. If he hadn’t stopped Kuroo,

they would’ve had a full lecture on sex education. Not that Kenma needed it, because he also studied, his whole being turned flustered while researching.

Kuroo helped Kenma prepare and while Kenma had been so flustered, Kuroo only found him to be adorable (and hot).

Kuroo took his time tracing every part of Kenma he could touch. He made sure Kenma was comfortable, that it was safe. He made sure that as much as he’s loving this proximity, it was important to him that Kenma too, was having the time of his life.

Kenma did. And he did again after that, and then after that, and every time they were together.

When Kenma and Kuroo had their first fight, it was ugly. Kenma, who was usually reserved, was raising his voice, yelling.

Kuroo, who was always patient with Kenma, snapped within the first few minutes of their conversation.

It was a night of blood rushing through their veins, hurtful words being said, and any rational thought was thrown out the window.

It was after practice, Kenma saw something he misinterpreted, Kuroo thought Kenma was being difficult. They were both tired and instead of talking, they were both screaming.

Kenma remembers throwing a book at Kuroo’s direction,

Kuroo remembers slamming the door of Kenma’s room shut, leaving Kenma all alone, a thing which Kuroo swore he’d never do again, and let themselves spend the night without each other.

Kuroo found Kenma by his door the next day, breakfast in hand.

He hugged Kenma so tightly, they both couldn’t breath, then they ate breakfast, talked quietly and swore to never act the way they did last night.

They still fight from time to time, but Kenma makes sure he’s not carrying anything he can throw and

Kuroo makes sure he doesn’t move from the chair he’s sitting on and not leave Kenma alone.

When they got the lease for their first apartment, they didn’t tell anybody for a month. They both decided that they wanted privacy for themselves.

Days where it’s just them cooking together, cleaning together and spending nights without any sleep at all.

It was bliss for Kuroo, coming home from a day of work, seeing Kenma sitting in the living room, playing a game or with their cats, waiting for Kuroo to come home.

It was delightful for Kenma to have Kuroo coming home to him, or finding Kuroo in the dead of night, sleepy and in the kitchen, making snacks for Kenma when he had to stream until the sun came up.

It was perfect, the life they’d made together. Mornings spent by the kitchen, afternoons by the balcony, evenings by the living room, late nights by the bedroom.

It’s a domestic life, sure, but it was theirs.

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