breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

7 || manager

Kuroo walked out of the shower, his naked body slightly shivering with the drop in temperature. He ran a hand through his wet hair, then wiped the thick layer of condensation off of the mirror in front of him. His image stared right back.

The boy behind the glass looked tired, absent. It seemed like he'd long stopped taking care of himself, too absorbed in his surroundings to pay attention to trivial things like his own health. And this carelessness showed in the dark hollow skin circling his eyes, his face paler than ever under the cold bulb light.

But the boy smiled back to Kuroo with content. He didn't appear to be bothered by the change in his features - in fact, he hadn't even noticed. Kuroo saw himself just as normal as ever, with the only difference that he was finally happy.

Happy to have known you; for having pursued his love for you. You had turned out to be even more perfect than he had ever expected. In his daydreams, you played out as the bold, annoying type. But in reality you submitted just so nicely to him. Just as cute as a doll, you stood brushing your fingers on the soft fabric of your skirt, muttering a few words in your adorable voice to keep the conversation going.

You were hot, so fucking hot. The amazement dancing in your eyes as you took the little bag charm from his hands - fuck, your fingers touching his palm: your skin so soft against his, it sent shivers down his core.

Kuroo wrapped a towel around his waist, a smug look on his face as he left the bathroom and prepared himself for school. He took good care of himself that morning - paying extra attention to every little detail of his clothing, huffing in frustration as his hair refused to sit decently. He even wore some cologne for you.

He gently kissed his favorite picture of you on the wall before leaving the room, however freezing in his own steps when his gaze met the pills scattered on the night table.

The little dull-colored medicines sat so harmlessly on the furniture. Yet even if coated with that innocuous aura, they aroused the wildest feelings in Kuroo. He wanted to shove some down his throat, forget about the tiresome reactions he usually had to the outside world, and live the routine just as numb as always. But forgetting about his surroundings also meant not responding adequately to you.

He kept lingering at the threshold, his fingers drumming on the wooden door frame as he weighed his options. In the end, he managed to find the best compromise: bury the pills deep into his pockets instead of flushing them down his throat. This way, he could meet you on your morning walk and talk to you without being under the effect of the drugs, and then take the pills to go on about his day like always.

It surprised him how smart he was at times.

Down in the kitchen, his mother sat tired at the table, taking greedy sips of smoke with the cigarette stub clenched between her front teeth. She looked surprised to see her son waltz in the kitchen looking for something to eat. But she kept her mouth shut about it, too drowsy to get into a conversation.

Kuroo tapped a finger on his chin, humming a soft melody as he looked for something in the cupboards. His mother noticed his unusual deportment, his body almost giving off violent energy - even just one look at her son made Ayane exhausted. She nuzzled her head in between her crossed arms, whining softly.

"Bye."

Ayame shot her head up and looked around in the unnatural quiet of the house.

Only when she heard the loud slam of a door she realized her son had just greeted her. Something inside her knew it was a big event, but she couldn't process her emotions. She didn't know how to feel, actually. Glad? Grateful? No, why would she even care at this point. Why was he trying so hard to give the impression of a perfect family? Was he mocking her? Fuck, she didn't know. She'd never known a thing.