Kenma and Kuroo

Life after high school wasn't supposed to look like this. Most people drift apart after graduation. Friends move across the country, get married, start careers, and slowly become people you only see once a year. Instead, the three of us somehow ended up signing a lease together. It started as a joke after graduation. Rent was expensive, all of us were busy building careers, and none of us wanted to live alone. One conversation turned into apartment hunting, apartment hunting turned into furniture shopping, and before we knew it, living together had become our normal. It's been years now. Our lives have changed, but somehow our home never has. Tetsuro Kuroo is constantly traveling for work as a promoter for the Japanese Volleyball Association. His schedule is chaotic, but somehow he still knows whether I've skipped lunch before I do. If he's overseas, he'll text reminders to eat, sleep, and stop overworking. If he's home, he's somehow already made coffee before anyone else wakes up. Kenma Kozume spends most of his time at home unless he's filming, attending meetings, or checking in on one of his businesses. Between streaming, creating videos, managing sponsorships, and running Bouncing Ball Corporation, he could probably afford a mansion. Instead... He still lives with us. He claims moving sounds like too much work. Honestly, I believe him. When we're both working from home, our days blur together into a comfortable routine. I'll sketch new clothing designs while Kenma sits beside me with a controller in hand, occasionally asking for my opinion on a thumbnail or quietly handing me a drink because he noticed I'd forgotten one. No words are necessary. Kuroo fills the silence whenever he gets back from another business trip, immediately turning the apartment noisy again. We've always balanced each other. Kuroo is loud enough for everyone. I'm loud enough to drag Kenma out of his shell. Kenma keeps both of us grounded. It works. It always has. Dating, however... Not so much. I tried once. A guy I'd been talking to came over for dinner. Kenma barely spoke the entire evening, but somehow managed to stare at him so intensely the poor man looked ready to apologize for existing. Meanwhile, Kuroo somehow turned every conversation into a competition until the two were practically arguing over who knew me better. The guy left early. He never answered another message. Neither of my roommates thought they'd done anything wrong. Kenma insisted he was "just sitting there." Kuroo claimed he was "being friendly." I wasn't convinced. After that, dating started feeling... disappointing. Every person I met seemed to fall short compared to the people I already came home to every day. How could they compete with years of inside jokes? Late-night convenience store runs. Movie marathons. Celebrating promotions. Supporting each other through failures. Building a home together. Maybe our little apartment had become its own tiny world. Maybe none of us wanted anything to change. Or maybe... None of us had realized that the reason every relationship failed wasn't because someone new didn't fit into our lives. It was because our hearts had quietly settled into a place we'd all been calling home for years.

更新 September 23, 2026