Once Kuroo's driven far away from the police car and feels safe enough, he pulls the car over at the side of the road and shuts off the front lights. With a sigh, he leans back and lazily turns his head to face you.
"Where the hell do you intend ongoing. Seriously. 'Cause there's no way in hell I'm sticking with you forever," he admits quite bluntly.
Not sure whether to be grateful for his honesty or pissed at what he's said, you scoff and cross your arms. "I don't know," you pout. "Just not home."
"You got anywhere to stay?" he offers, at least trying to be helpful.
"Not really," you shrug.
Kuroo's face sinks into a frown as the two of you exchange a look, but it's soon interrupted by a loud vibration from his phone. The two of you look down and you see the contact KENMA light up.
"Sorry," Kuroo hums as he fumbles with his hands to answer the call in a rush. "One sec."
It must be important, judging by Kuroo's urgency and the extremely almost scared look on his face. You're quiet as he responds to the caller with "mhm," "yeah," and "no," more times than you can count on your fingers and toes. And you can't hear much from the caller, but there are a few phrases you can make out for the most part.
"Don't go back... just left... and they're swarming the place..."
When Kuroo hangs up the phone, he stares dead ahead like all the life was sucked right out of him.
"Uh, what's goin' on?" you ask awkwardly, not wanting to pry too much.
"None of your business," he snaps.
"None of my business? But you're all up in mine," you reply with narrowing eyes at the man beside you. "So do you have anywhere to go, Mister Perfect?"
His head snaps towards you in an instant, eyebrows furrowed as he looks over at you darkly. But as he notices your face lift into surprise by his sudden action, his angered expression softens.
"No, not really," he whispers shamefully.
"Great," you grumble sarcastically. "Where to then?"
Kuroo shrugs as he rolls down the windows and starts up the car. A smile grows across his lips as he starts up the car. "Who the hell cares?" he remarks. "All we have to do is keep going and not get caught."
You hum as you genuinely consider his offer. It's not a bad plan, after all. You wouldn't mind staying safe in the car for now, at least. Besides, you'd rather not stress yourself out by worrying about the 'where' to your car ride. You'd rather just keep on the move and not risk getting caught.
As Kuroo shifts back onto the road, you wonder how he ended up in this position with you. Apparently, there are other people involved, but how many? Is Kenma the one who owns this car?
"Hey, Kuroo, how come you're here? I mean, like, on the run," you ask aloud.
"Are you seriously asking me that? You know I could just lie, right?" he chuckles.
"Yes, I am. You've got no reason to lie," you smirk.
"Alright, fine. I killed someone," he smugly replies.
"Liar."
Kuroo laughs at your quick response. "And how do you know I didn't?"
"You're not a murderer," you grin wider. "You're not the type."
"Oh? And I'd assume that means you would know the murdering type?"
"Because I am the murdering type," you hum.
"Yeah, yeah. Guess that's fair," he laughs. "But alright, my friends and I robbed a bank. They got caught... and I fucking ran like the asshole I am."
The pissed-off look on Kuroo's face, paired with the way he tightens his grip on the steering wheel is enough evidence to tell you his mission really did fail.
"You get any money at least?" you ask.
"Nah," he replies, keeping his eyes on the road.
"Man, that's some bull," you sigh. "Too bad."
"Yeah, I know," he nods solemnly.
Just then, for whatever reason, you suddenly remember your interview and gasp. Kuroo swerves, your gasp pairing horribly as he's just about to merge into another lane and ends up swerving back and forth.
"God, don't fucking do that! You're gonna get us killed!" he shouts.
"Sorry, but I just remembered I've got an interview tomorrow that I can't miss!" you call back.
"The hell do I care about that?! We're getting out of this town. You can find a job somewhere else!"
"No way! We can just stay somewhere outside of town and go back tomorrow. If I don't get this job I'll be broke forever! Nobody wants to hire-"
"Fine! If you'll stop bitching about it, but we're still leaving town today. I'll drop you off tomorrow but don't expect me to pick you up again."
"Fine," you agree. "As long as I'm there on time I don't care if you come back."
Kuroo scoffs and you look out the window.
"So, seriously," he eventually pipes up. "Why are you here. I'm assuming you didn't actually murder anyone."
"Mmm," you shrug. "I stole some clothes for my interview."
"No way!" Kuroo laughs like it's the funniest thing in the world. "Are you kidding me? You stole a few dresses and you're freaking out like they're going to sentence you for life!?"
"It wasn't a few dresses, you ass," you groan. "But if you want to talk about something sad, talk about how you ditched your friends!"
Kuroo stiffens up but doesn't respond. He lets in a deep breath in, but you don't see him breathe out until a good ten seconds later. You look out the window, done with the conversation as well. However, the guilt does eat you alive.
"'M sorry," you apologize weakly. "I shouldn't have-"
"Don't," he replies, cutting you short.
Great. This is going to be one long car ride.
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{GETAWAY CAR} Kuroo x Fem!Reader
Fanfiction- 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 -she just needed a few pairs of clothes to make it through an interview. he just wanted to safely complete the job he was meant to fulfill with his friends. they're both not quite sure how they...
