breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

6 || lost and found

Having stayed up so late the night before, you really had to put up a fight against your heavy eyelids that threatened to shut at every moment.

Your chemistry teacher kept pacing back and forth around the classroom, hands mimicking the various chemical reactions he was trying to visually teach you. And you had to follow his movements with your head, turning it whenever the restless old man rushed from one side of the room to the other, nodding along with the other students every once in a while to show you were paying attention.

But nobody was. They repeated your same movements, their necks rotating with every step of the teacher, in reality just fighting to not sleep.

You kept zoning out and thinking about the delicious food Fukunaga had prepared for breakfast that morning, mouth almost drooling with the memory of the smell and taste of the goods he'd made for you and Kiyoshi.

That was probably his way of apologizing to you after his weird behavior the previous night, but you had nonetheless long forgiven him. In fact, you didn't even really get mad at the boy, but he felt so guilty that he couldn't get a wink of sleep the whole night.

With a sigh, you turned your attention to the limpid sky out of the window. Being trapped in that jail of a school, the sight outside really felt like an unreachable dream - little birds perched delicately on the naked tree branches, the sunlight filtrating through the last dry leaves desperately holding on to the strong wood. But those leaves swayed away even with the most imperceptible movements of the wind, falling shakily to the ground.

"(L/n), are you following?"

You snapped out of your daze, immediately hiding your hands beneath the desk. The old man smiled at you warmly as you nodded timidly, a little mumbled apology falling from your lips.

Feeling now forced to follow the lesson, you decided to grab a notebook from your backpack and write down at least the day's date. But just as you started tinkering your bag in search of an empty sheet, you noticed something was off.

It was the same feeling you had the previous day when preparing to go home - like your backpack was naked.

And it was after a short while that you realized that it was your little cat charm that was missing.

"No," you mumbled, noisily turning the bag around in every direction, "no, please."

You tried to maintain calm, now looking through the books in your backpack, inside your pencil case, under the desk... but nothing.

You roughly scratched your scalp, trying to mask the feelings of guilt flooding your mind with the pain that came with your nails digging in your own skin. It hurt, but not enough. Not enough to shut down the uneasy feeling in your chest.

Tears filled your eyes, both for the physical pain on your head and for the memories of the little keyholder. You couldn't be that dumb, could you? How did you even lose it? No, it had probably just fallen somewhere around the school.

Before you knew, your arm shot in the air.

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

You didn't even wait for the teacher's permission before storming out of the classroom, loudly shutting the door behind yourself.

Fukunaga caught a glimpse of your dreaded face, "Can I go too?" he asked, his long legs ready to spring out of his chair.

The teacher scoffed, "If it were someone else I'd probably say yes. But the two of you? I'm old, not stupid."

A few scattered laughs were heard across the class, the students hiding a smile under their hands. Fukunaga rolled his eyes and leaned back into his seat, his worry for you translating in the hasty bouncing of his leg.