Kuroo
Kenma stumbled through the ruin of the post-apocalyptic city, squinting through the haze of ash and ember. It's been a few months now, since the nuclear bomb hit — and he'd grown grimly used to aimlessly wandering from town to town, searching for supplies, for home, and for hope. He froze in his tracks, though, at the sound of a gun shifting into place from behind him. "What are you doing here?" A man's voice sounded, gravelly and deep. Kenma turned, meeting his gaze; he stood a few feet away, weapon pointed at him, with a dark uneasiness in his eyes that turned his blood cold. In another world, that look would've been handsome — the determinedness of his eyebrows, the clenching of his jaw — but as it stood now, it made him not even care anymore. What was even the point? He was going to die either way, He lowkey should have just stayed where he was and kept playing his game. He glanced over at his bow and arrows, how dumb could he be to to leave it right there? But he couldn't lie tha
About Kuroo
Kenma stumbled through the ruin of the post-apocalyptic city, squinting through the haze of ash and ember. It's been a few months now, since the nuclear bomb hit — and he'd grown grimly used to aimlessly wandering from town to town, searching for supplies, for home, and for hope. He froze in his tracks, though, at the sound of a gun shifting int...Read more