breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

1 || real/new/explosions

enter your name
Tetsurou

enter lover's name
(Y/n)

TEST IT! ❤️

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100%!!!

Kuroo giggled at his phone screen, feeling a rush of giddiness explode from his core and spread through his limbs. It was his tenth time visiting the love calculator website that day, squirming in excitement as the same result appeared each time. You were just meant to be!

He finally let out the breath he'd been unconsciously holding, somewhat reassured by the number on the screen. Still, he knew that it wasn't real. Not only because love compatibility tests aren't based on any tangible facts, or even algorithms for that matter, but because he'd had to hack the site in order to get that 100% for your names combo.

But even though it was all a lie he'd constructed, it still gave him an almost dazing dizzy feeling, that trailed from his heart all the way to his extremities. Kuroo didn't know how or why you had that effect on him, but he enjoyed every last drop of hormones that you put in his blood.

The first time he saw you he couldn't believe his eyes: the way you looked so lost and afraid in the foggy morning weather, almost as if you were scared to step outside of your house made him curious. The last street lamps in the neighborhood haloed in mist, feebly illuminating your face as the sun was yet to rise fully. Your delicate features shone under the light, your eyes glowing like pearls while you scanned the new world you had been catapulted into: Kuroo was sold the moment he laid eyes on you.

He felt his heart rate go all over the place, butterflies tickling and kicking his stomach as you kept on walking in front of him, so oblivious to all the feelings you had arisen in the poor boy. Kuroo's eyes glued to your body, feeling as though he couldn't shake them off even if he tried his best to. He fastened his pace to put a reasonable two-meter distance between the two of you, analyzing the colors of your school uniform.

Nekoma.

You were seriously wearing Nekoma's uniform. Kuroo cinched his eyebrows, still not believing that you actually attended his same school.

How could he have not seen you even just once if you lived in his same neighborhood? Where had you been all this time?

Were you just a trick of his mind? Were the tranquilizers fucking him up so much he couldn't even tell between reality and daydreams? No, no.

He scratched the back of his neck, the area starting to grow red as his nails kept digging deeper in its skin, in search of any memory that could indicate your existence.

Then it clicked: you had just moved there! You had just stepped out of a house that'd been uninhabited for a good part of the year, so you were certainly new in that area. That meant he'd get to see you every morning on your trip to school.

And so it went: he'd walk quietly behind you every morning, struggling to stop himself from peeking at the tight thigh highs you wore, thanking whoever designed that school uniform for their shamelessness. The short skirt hugged your hips and ass perfectly, giving Kuroo a clear image of your curves and showing off the little bare skin in the gap above your stockings. It aroused him so much he sometimes struggled to hide it.
And we'll just leave it at that.

On the train trip to school he'd stand not too far from you, stealing glances at your harmless and unaware figure. It was exciting at first - you were his first crush in a very long time - but that innocent infatuation kept growing bigger and bigger. And fast.

Even just looking at you made Kuroo's heart flutter, squeeze and release in a confused pattern; adrenaline ran through his veins sharpening his senses and reflexes. The happy chemicals, the love ones - they were being constantly released when he was around you.

He felt... real. You made him feel real.

And it was probably this newfound humane state that got him so deep into you, almost addicted to your presence.

So the innocent crush started slipping into something way more intense and dark. His feelings kept him up at night, forcing your image in his head. He'd lay down on his bed, swallowed by the heavy night darkness, eyes wide open, thinking about... things. A little voice at the back of his head echoed in the quietness of his room, stirring up unhealthy scenarios and desires. 

I want more.

More what? The happy chemicals? Or just chemicals? 

More chemical reactions. Strong and fast reactions.

You mean like explosions?

 Yes. Explosions.

Explosions was the right word. After such a long time of not feeling anything, that was exactly what Kuroo needed. Something major to wake him from that dazed state he lived in.

He'd then turn and toss in bed, unable to find a comfortable position, more thoughts whirring in his head. This time, he thought about you, and sought advice from that apparently friendly voice that lead him on no matter the perversion of his wishes. 

She's cute. I want to see her cry.

How are you gonna do that?

I don't know, maybe I can break her?

Break her heart?

Yeah, make her doubt everyone. Except for me, of course. Then I'll be the only one to get in her heart. 

So you're gonna break her heart, then enter?

Kuroo smiled, burying his head into the pillow. Yes, he'd break you, then enter your heart, thoughts, and nightmares. He was going to be your everything.

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HELLO? hello. nobody ask me about the chapter's title, because I don't know too. I just wrote down some ideas and boom (hehe, pun (IS IT A PUN???)) it sounded like something that made sense yk what i mean? anyway thanks for reading aand i hope you enjoyed! keep slaying ily