Kuroo And Kenma Novels & Stories

Again, a look of satisfaction spread across Kenji’s face. Though it had been Ryu’s idea to bring Murakami to the house, seeing Kenji’s bloodthirsty demeanor made Ryu feel evil. With his kimono still untied and fluttering at his side—revealing his muscular body—Kenji looked like a large predator bird, ready to tear Murakami to pieces. Murakami let out a squeak like a mouse when he saw Kenji entering with his katana. He scrambled to his feet while sitting on the wooden floor of the Kuryugumi dojo, trying to flee because his legs were still free.

Just then. "Hey hyung, what are you makin-" Kenma stopped in his tracks, he took in the entire scenario and managed to make out what's going on, switched his eyes between me and Kyo and scoffed. He swiftly looked at me and then Kyo and then ran towards the kitchen to grab another bottle of syrup. What a kid! "You're going down suckers" Kenma splashed a bottle towards me and Kyo. Athletic Kid. I managed to grab the bowl of flour which was sitting at the corner of the slab and emptied it on Kenma's head