With me. || Kuroo X Reader ||

~2~

The silence that filled the car was intimidating to say the least. Both brains thinking the same thoughts, yet neither working up the courage to speak out on it.

The reality of what had happened hit the both of you like a bag of bricks, knocking you cold to your senses. Exhaustion had set in for you as well, making your bones ache and your muscles tense.

The deep, raspy voice of Kuroo, however, was enough to make you jump in your seat.

"What...what do we do now?" The rasp was apparent as he spoke, almost like it was painful to speak.

You shifted. "I don't know."

"Do you...want me to take you home?" He never looked at you, just stared at his hands on the steering wheel.

"No." The words came out before you could catch them. Reflex took over, and your body and mind moved in response to each other's desires at the time. You didn't want to be alone.

Then again, neither did he.

"Stay with me tonight, then." The words flew from his mouth faster than he intended, more desperate sounding than he meant, too.

Finally, your eyes met those tired golden ones.

"Please..."

You nodded, the mutual feeling of not wanting to be a lone overtook every feeling that told you it was wrong, yet you ignored it. You stepped out of the car and into the cool air that engulfed you like a dead hug.

"Uh, wait. I...need to change." He motioned towards his bloodied clothing. The once red liquid had dried into a brown-black stain, causing that area of the fabric to stiffen.

You swallowed. "Right.."

It was then that you noticed how shaky he was. Those usually steady hands now trembling as they reached back and fumbled with a few articles of clothing. Every time he went to pick one up, it was like his muscles didn't listen to him, and he dropped the clothes. Muttering a "shit" before taking a breath and trying again.

You felt selfish. You hadn't even considered how he must've felt. He was the one holding the knife that dealt the final blow. The one that ended that man's life. The one that hovered above him as the blade continuously sank into his flesh-

"Okay. Let's go." His voice, once again, snapped you out of your thoughts. You calmed your trembling breaths and nodded, following him up the pathway to the door.

~~~

The house felt warm. Not necessarily in temperature, but in atmosphere. The dim lights reflected off the walls in ways you could only describe as comforting. That would've been the case, if you hadn't just committed murder a couple hours ago.

"Tetsurou? That you?" A voice called from around the corner, sounds of dishes clacking against each other filling your ears. A woman appeared, a cup in her hand as she seemed to be drying it with a towel in her other.

"Yeah, it's me." His words were hoarse from his voice ripping through his throat when he sobbed in the car. His tired body moved slowly, the exhaustion settling in as he removed his shoes.

"You're home awfully late... and uh..." her eyes met yours before she redirected her attention to Kuroo. "...who's this?" Her voice, however, was soft, high pitched and caring.

"Oh. Uh...this is Y/N. She's gonna be staying the night." He started walking up the stairs, slightly gripping your sleeve in between his fingers and weakly tugging you with him. The pace at which he spoke was slow, hesitant almost, like he wasn't entirely sure it was himself speaking.