All I need is you (Yandere Kenma x Reader x Yandere Kuroo)

chapter twenty- three, bonds

You squint your eyes, staring into the ceiling, trying to hear any conversations occurring upstairs, unable to focus on anything because of the overwhelming pain flooding your thoughts. There was an enduring stinging sensation across your spine, blood and sweat stained on the bedsheets. Eventually, you gave up, deciding to fall asleep and save your strength for later.

Maybe you'll dream of Hinata again, wouldn't that be nice?

As you drifted into unconsciousness, a vision of a ginger haired boy slowly formed in your mind, only to have him disappear as you felt a rag doused with rubbing alcohol burn the bloody wounds on your back. Your eyes snapped open, finding your body tilted to the side, shirt pulled up to expose your back, and a blonde setter holding a damp white cloth.

"What are you doing?" You asked, adjusting your body farther from him, locking eyes with your captor.

"I'm trying to help you. Now stay still" Kenma suggested, grabbing your waist,nails digging into your hips, pulling you closer. You flinched as you felt the burning feeling of the chemical cleaning your wounds. There was an awkward moment of silence as you were trying to find the right words to express your discomfort to Kenma. You didn't expect him to listen but if there was a chance he'd feel guilty for kidnapping you, you were going to try.

"Kenma, I don't like it here. There no sunlight, the air is dusty, there rats-"

"You deserve it" Kenma interrupted, unfazed from your pathetic pleads. Kenma sighed as he shifted around on the mattress, "We love you but it's just so hard to love you when you're a fucking idiot" Kenma expressed. You moved towards the opposite side of the mattress, knees pressed against your chest, "I never wanted this" you commented. "I never wanted you" you added, hiding your face in your thighs, eyes closed.

You knew Kenma was staring at you, observing your every movement, trying to find something wrong with your body language. "I saw Natsu today, she looks a lot like Shoyo" Kenma mumbled, averting his eyes, hands resting on his lap.

"You don't deserve to say his name since you fucking killed him"  you exclaimed, startling Kenma. Kenma got up, raising his hand, aiming it towards your face but only stop a few centimeters before impact, "he was my friend too" Kenma murmured.

"I'll see you later..." Kenma sighed, dissapointed, walking towards the staircase, looking back at you before ascending up the stairs.

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You had no idea how long you've been a prisoner in this hellish basement. You believed it has only been two weeks since you were taken but you had problems trusting your mind, recently. It was no surprise when your mind became a little twisted since you're trapped in a dark dusty basement, alone with your thoughts all day. You were fed once a day, always spoon-fed by your captors. The food was usually made by Kenma's mother and it tasted horrible.

You once were forced to chew down a rotten carrot that was drowned in salt . After that meal, you focused more on not throwing up than escaping. The only thing worse about eating the food, was being forced to use a bucket to do your 'business.' There was a room in the corner of the basement, you could only hope it was a bathroom.

You spend most of your days staring at the ceiling, counting the minutes it would take for either Kenma or Kuroo to arrive, learning their schedule. They would often come during what you assumed was the morning to give you several vitamins. You first struggled before accepting them, you figured you'd need the strength for later. Then after a couple of hours, they would arrive again in their school uniform, talking about their day. You always remained silent, only nodding or closing your eyes, trying to tune them out. Every casual word that spilled out of their mouths just angered you.