Parasyzed

His eye twitched. Yes, Kenma was one of his best friends, but why in the hell is he talking with (Y/n)-chan at practice?! His other eye twitched. Kenma. The boy who has trouble talking to his own team-mates, never mind a girl. Or rather, Kuroo's girl. No they weren't dating yet, but Kuroo had made it obvious light years ago that he really liked the (h/c) haired girl. And seeing her laughing now with Kenma really made him... well... jealous. Walking coolly over to the pair, he noticed how they both stopped talking when he approached. Slinging an arm around the shorter boy's shoulder, Kuroo shot (Y/n) an award winning smile. "I have

A/N: Quick author's note: (Y/c/n) will represent your child's name so... just to clear up the confusion that may have happened~! Enjoy~! Oh and for the sake of this being hilarious, I will make the child a daughter. I hope nobody minds! - "(Y/c/n), can you please sit down?" Ushering the small girl into the chair, (Y/n) was just about ready to pull out her hair. "KUROO-KUN. WHERE ARE YOU?" She shouted, hearing her voice reverberate through out the house. "Watching t.v!" Was the reply, making (Y/n) scoff. 'Oh... So first he thinks it's a good idea not to use any protection, then he goes ahead and lazes around and watches t.v. No sirree,

Closing your eyes, you breathed deeply, in through your nose and out through your mouth, allowing the scenery around you to invade and overtake your sense. The smell of the beach's fresh water filled your nostrils. The sounds of the seagull's calls and screeches of the surrounding children's joy danced into your ears. The feeling of the sand beneath your feet warming you instantly. Cracking your [e/c] eyes open, your gaze found your small group of friends, almost all of them donning a happy smile on their face. With a smile of your own playing on your lips, you started undressing, pulling off your outer clothes to reveal a small, cute bikini

Why won't you..                 look at me? "I like you." It was a simple confession. He merely told her after school was over in an empty classroom. [Name] stood there, astounded by his sudden confrontation. She wasn't sure whether he was being serious or not. Oikawa, after all, was more of a guy who didn't take things seriously. So, maybe he was just teasing her. That's right. He was just teasing her. "I'll be going now," [Name] said, cutting off the awkward atmosphere around them. The said girl picked up her bag and walked pass him, not even daring herself to respond to his confession that he bl