y/n and kenma were in their kitchen, the radio playing as y/n rinsed dishes and kenma dried them and put them into drawers.
"um, kennie-bear, i'm pretty sure the plates go there." you made a broad gesture towards no where in particular, accidently making water fly everywhere. kenma's shirt was somehow soaked despite the fact that you had only gotten three, maybe four drops of water on him. well, kenma was small (in more ways than one), so maybe that shouldn't be a shock.
"y/n, i'm gonna kill you." kenma spoke blandly. he looked at the plate in his hand, unsure of where to put it, and decided to drop it onto the tile floor. it shattered, and kenma carefully stepped around the shards, grabbing a plastic cup and drying it.
the song on the radio ended and a new one came on- you screamed loudly, making kenma startled and causing him to drop the (plastic) cup.
"shut the fuck up, y/n-"
"THIS IS OUR SONG, KENNIE-BEAR!!!!" y/n shrieked, clapping their hands together and, oh dear lord- kenma was now drenched from head to toe from your mega-clap. "sorry, babe." you apologized.
kenma rolled his eyes, and you shrieked again, remembing that this was your song.
"ALL YOU LADIES POP YOUR PUSSY LIKE THIS!!!!" you sang, extremely off-key and out of tune. kenma grinned widely- he thought y/n had a beautiful voice. fuck the haters.
"yeah, y/n, sing your heart out!!" kenma cheered, dancing along with you as you continued to sing.
suddenly, all the doors in your house opened, as well as the windows. random civilians flooded y/n and kenma's kitchen, moved by y/n's powerful singing and not questioning why kenma was soaking wet. some of the civilians started to cry, and kenma recognized bokuto's boisterous sobs from somewhere in the crowd.
"MY NECK, MY BACK, .LICK MY PUSSY AND MY CRACK!!!" kenma joined y/n and the two sang a powerful duet, causing the majority of the crowd to colapse as they sobbed.
y/n started to cry as your voice cracked, and you finally broke down when you made eye contact with kenma, who had also started to cry. you were reduced to a sobbing mess, good memories flooding through your mind because of the powerful song and it's sentimental meaning.
"kenma, my kennie-bear," you managed to choke out, "this is our wedding song."
"y/n you're like 12-"
"our song, kennie-bear."
kenma stared at you, wet hair sticking to his face. his face was red from crying, and he honestly looked like a monstrosity. you smiled brightly despite your tears, and gently judo-punched kenma in the face.
"it brings out your natural blush." y/n explained, letting out one last sob before controlling yourself. you looked around, the crowd of civilians in your house still sobbing on their knees. y/n could still faintly make out bokuto's crying. you smiled, feeling accomplished.
kenma stood up from the hole in the wall his flying body had made. y/n was strong, he had to admit. he approached you, smiling tenderly as his nose bled.
"y/n, this is our song." the last notes echoed through y/n's destroyed kitchen, and y/n smiled brightly, ruffling kenma's hair and making it stick up.
"i love you, kennie-bear!" you cheered.
"i love kuroo." kenma responded. your jaw dropped- kenma was gay?
"i love kenma." kuroo appeared out of seemingly no where, wrapping an arm around kenma's shoulders.
"wait, kenma- you can actually get yourself a boyfriend?" y/n exclaimed, shocked. "but, you're such an antisocial gaming nerd! how?"
"have you ever heard of the childhood friends to lovers trope, y/n?" bokuto chimed in, wiping away his remaining tears. he'll never forget that performance.
"dammit." you swore, stomping your foot. "i cant compete with that damn trope, fuck." you glared at the gay kids in front of you, angry. not because they were gay, you're not homophobic, but they're just such a cute couple you can't help but be angry. "you win this round, gays."
y/n turned around and stormed over to bokuto, tugging him up by his hair so you were face to face. "bring me to akaashi, i want to date him."
