I Love You! (Yandere Lev Haiba x FemReader)

Bedhead {12}

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

"god will you shut up."

BEE-

A toned arm slithered out of the toasty comforter and bashed in the alarm clock, the cogs and whistles inside squeaked and cried. The arm retracted into the cozy blanket.

Kuroo continues to squish two pillows on the either side of his head, refusing to get up. Minutes pass. 1. 3. 5. 15. 35.

Grumbling, he pushes himself up. Deciding he should stop being so lazy, although it's Sunday, his day off. Wiggling his bottom half to reach the floor. His toes gingerly edge on the cold hardwood floor. The chillyness outside of his bed already hitting him like a brick, shivers being sent down his spine.

A long yawn escapes his mouth.

Dressed only in a pair of red and black checkered sweats, he raised his arms in the air. His back muscles being shown off through the window behind him. A satisfied groan leaves his mouth.

Reaching over to his nightstand, he grabs his pair of glasses. He usually wears his contacts everywhere but he was too lazy to go through with the effort. He quickly checks the time.

9:37 am

Delicately, he stood up, floors creaking beneath him as he made his way to the bathroom. Rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes he steps into the mirror.

The hair.

Frowning, Kuroo opens his drawer and pulls out his favorite red comb. Kuroo began to tame his raging bedhead, working out the knots and kinks in his hair.

For the hundredth, if not thousandth time, Kuroo tries to brush his spiked up hair down. Still clinging onto the hope that he can have some normal hair. Failing yet again, he sighs and sets down his comb.

He stares into his reflection for a moment before brushing his teeth.

• • •

To: Y/n-chan
From: Rooster Head
Hey y/n, are you still angry at me?

Kuroo leans his back on his granite counter, phone in his hands. Donning his favorite black hoodie. His foot tapping, waiting for his hot water.

Behind him is a kettle on the stove warming up. His favorite mug is set on the counter, a cute cat face etched into it, a green tea bag resting inside. A stack of steaming pancakes, drenched in butter, syrup, and chocolate sauce, is set near the mug.

Kuroos head perks up at the whistling noise coming from behind him. Whipping around he pours the boiling water into his cat mug, steam fogging up his glasses a bit.

Setting the kettle back down on the stove and turning off the flame, he grabs his pancakes and tea, making his way to the dining room table where his laptop sat.

Sitting down, he wraps the cream blanket around his shoulders. Kuroo opens his laptop and scrolls away. Checking his socials and notifications. He digs into his pancakes and occasionally sips his steaming tea.

     He opens youtube after catching up with his emails and everything. Turning on a nerdy chemistry educational video, he focused with childlike eyes.

     He shoved pancakes in his mouth, his eyes twinkling at the video.

• • •

He finds himself staring at his messages with Y/n. She hasn't answered for hours. Only left him on read. Eyebrows furrowed, he closes his laptop, shrugs off his blanket, and grabs his dirty dishes.

Worry fills his being as he washes and puts away his plate and mug. He speed walks to his doorway. He quickly grabs his house keys hanging in his doorway and slips on his shoes, shoving his phone and wallet in his pocket.

• • •

The door chimes as he enters the convenience store. The clerk at the counter welcomes him and goes back to what they were previously busy with.

Kuroo wanders the aisles, looking for flowers. He reaches a back corner and finds the beautiful plants. Walking up to the display, Kuroo eyes each bouquet. He smiles when he sees a daisy and tulip arrangement. Small white flowers are sprinkled in too. Tenderly he grabs the vibrantly colored bundle and walked into another aisle.

He stares at the candy and various sweets lining the shelves. Spotting a king sized, matcha KitKat, he finds an unbroken one and grabs it. Being sure not to break the candy, he spots the various flavors of pocky. He takes the bright strawberry pink box.

He again walks off to another part of the store. Opening the refrigerator doors, he snatches a melon soda.

Kuroo hurriedly makes his way to the counter, quickly pays, mumbled a quick 'thank you' and is off. Out of the store.

He hastily books it to Y/n's home. Flowers in one hand, and bag in the other.

• • •

"Y/n is not here" Yaku huffs, "Take those stupid, nasty flowers and whatever the hell is in that bag and throw it in the trash."

     Kuroo stays still for a moment. A smirk plasters onto his face and he shrugs his shoulders. "Ah you got me, I just wanted to confess my ever so strong love for her."

     Yaku's face contorted into disgust as he watched the bedhead put both of his hands on his cheeks and kicked one leg behind him, mimicking a schoolgirl. Yaku could almost see hearts around him.

     "God and throw yourself in the trash too!" Yaku gagged and let Kuroo in.

     "Leave them in her room and get out. I don't want you being a creep with my little sister" Yaku closed the door behind Kuroo and made his way into his own room.

     Kuroo walked up the staircase. He rounded corners until he reached your bedroom door. He cautiously turned the knob and peeked in. Knowing the coast was clear he enters and shut the door behind him.

Stepping up to Y/n's bed, he set down the flowers on the bed. He reached into the bag and pulled out the snacks. Kuroo looked around for a second before finding what he was looking for. He walked up to the desk and ripped out a sheet of paper from the notebook there. Grabbing a pen.

His apology note written, he sets it down next to the things he bought her.

'I hope she forgives me'

Kuroo made his way to the door, turning the knob again.

'I wonder what she's doing'

• • •

"A-ah Lev-kun!"