Kuroo's over by the singular cabinet that's meant to be a combination of both bathroom and kitchen sink. After a bit of fooling around with the skirt, he reaches into the sink's drawer and pulls out the only two forks in there. He then turns back around to you and lifts an eyebrow.
"Gonna help or just stare at me all night?"
"Oh, yeah, sorry," you apologize as you rush over to stand beside him.
"Here, hold this," he tells you, holding out the skirt to you.
And so, as you hold your new skirt, Kuroo inserts the two forks on either side of the tag and squeezes them together as he gently rotates the security tag in a counterclockwise motion. He's got you at the tip of your toes in anticipation, but just as you think that he's about to get the tag off, he stops.
"Hold onto these," he mumbles as though he's too deep in thought to really pay attention to what he's saying to you. It's kinda nice, though, since he's this worked up to help you out.
Then again he starts to rifle around the drawer. You peer over his side to watch what he looks for in what seems to be more of a junk drawer than anything else. But when he walks away instead of taking anything out, you're left confused once more.
"What are you doing?" you finally ask.
"Just be patient..."
When he comes back, he's got with him a pair of wire cutters which, for whatever reason, he found in the bathroom.
"Where'd you get those?" you question yet again.
"Whoever was here last must have been in the same situation as us," he grins. Then, in the blink of an eye, he snaps the pin on the inside of the tag and it goes falling to the ground.
"That's incredible," you gasp as you gawk at the skirt that's got absolutely no ink marks on it. "Where'd you learn to do that?"
Kuroo shrugs. "I used to do stuff like that all the time when I was younger. You know, steal clothes, shoes, and money or whatever."
You nod silently, knowing that it's none of your business to pry any further. However, that leads the two of you to an awkward silence. Luckily, Kuroo breaks it by offering to take the tag off your other clothes while he's at it. With a smile, you agree and gather the clothes to bring to him.
One by one he cuts off the tags until everything is clean like you never even stole them. After his work is done, he wordlessly walks to the bed and lays down. He grabs that bat of his and holds it up in the air above him. You sit down beside him, no longer feeling too worried about the weapon he's holding.
Instead, you grab the television remote. The first thing that comes on is the news which flashes to the image of two men about your age.
"Two men with one, possibly two more unknown suspects robbed a downtown bank earlier today..." the newswoman begins.
Kuroo sits up faster than he dragged you out of the convenience store earlier today. His reaction intrigues you and your attention piques to the television. Just then, two names flash on the screen below the photographs: Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keiji.
"Shit," he mumbles to himself.
Those two guys must be his friends...
As you watch Kuroo, you witness pure terror wash right over his completely paled face.
"Goddammit, the hell am I supposed to do now?" he whispers in a tone too quiet that makes you think you're not supposed to be hearing what he's saying. He's quite pissed, so you decide to stay quiet. You don't want to get him even more upset since you've got a tendency to do that unintentionally.
However, soon the awkward silence gets to be too much and you turn the television off. Kuroo sighs and flops back down on the bed. You watch him silently, feeling bad that he had to ditch his friends like that. You don't know what you'd do without your best friend. She's the only family you've got so you can imagine how upset he's feeling.
Soon, you realize that it's time to break the ice and move on before dread really sets in and he closes himself off. So instead, you clear your throat and lean just a tiny bit closer to him.
"You wanna go to the pool?" you ask nervously.
Kuroo looks over at you like you just spoke a foreign language to him that he didn't understand. "What pool?" he sasses back finally.
"There's a pool here," you tell him. "I saw it on the sign while you locked me in your friend's shitty ass car."
Kuroo sits up on his elbows and cocks an eyebrow, intrigued. "Y/N, there's no pool here."
"Don't be stubborn, asshole. There is a pool here, I know how to read," you grin.
"Even if there is," he shakes his head, "we've got no bathing suits. Nothing to wear other than what we've got now and your precious little interview outfit."
"Fair point," you hum, shrugging your shoulders. "Never mind then."
You lay back and stare up at the popcorn ceiling, wondering just how long it'll take Kuroo to realize what you're insinuating.
"Y/N..."
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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...
