Kuroo: *writing a poem*
Kuroo: it's kenma's bday tomorrow i should make a poem
Kuroo: . . .
All your sorrow's mine to bear,
Like a shirt, I'll proudly wear.
All the hours and the days;
I will chase to see your face.
Kuroo: . . .
I don't like to see you cry,
For you I will take the sky.
Flap your wings and freely fly.
Trust me; I will never lie.
There's a place I'll never leave,
Even thorns I'll go to weave,
Your smiles and laughs I protect--
Kuroo: UGGGGhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SCREW THIS
Kuroo: *rereads poem*
Kuroo: . . .
Kuroo: oh my god this is so corny. . . *sinks back into seat and covers face with both hands*
Kuroo: *barely above a whisper* this is so corny
Kuroo: . . .
Kuroo: . . .
Kuroo: *stands up*
Kuroo: *dials tsukki*
Tsukki: *picks up phone* hello🎵
Tsukki: . . . 🎵It's me.
Kuroo: tsukki help i need ur help am i too old style aaa what should i do
Tsukki: *in tune of 'hello from the other siiiide'* this is not the other siiiiiide 🎵*hangs up*
Kuroo: why
Kuroo: . . .
Kuroo: *reads unfinished poem again*
Kuroo: *collapses into bed*
Kuroo: *covers face*im so cheesy ugh
Kuroo: . . .
Kuroo: i wonder if kenma likes poetry
Kuroo: . . .
Kuroo: *tosses pillow to the wall* UGGGGhhhHHhhHHhh
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Fanfictioni wrote this as a deluded 14 year old who thought i was important. read if you will but don't let it determine your impression of my humor; i'm actually funny guys (lies). i'm better now (lies).
