→ ❛❛In which a chance encounter leads into a a dangerous obsession❜❜
After meeting y/n, Kuroo is plunged into an insane spiral of lies and deceit. Stalking her, following her, observing her, he slowly winds his way into her life and forms a relation...
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You didn't go home — you knew you couldn't immediately muster the strength to face your parents with this weight on your conscience. Instead you let Kuroo guide you into his house and sunk onto his couch, your bones heavy with guilt and exhaustion.
You faded in and out of an uncomfortable sleep, your eyes fluttering open occasionally but never registering anything; aware of the fact that you were dozing with the beginnings of a dream lurking in your mind, but never fully succumbing to sleep for the fear that a nightmare would creep upon you and strangle you. You heard Kuroo murmur words you didn't fully understand, fragments dancing past your ears and infecting your subconscious.
"... ake up. You'e burning up, y/n."
Your eyes swung open, your vision adjusting like someone had given you a pair of glasses.
Kuroo was standing over you, his large hand pressed to your forehead. "You have a fever."
You croaked out a sound and propped yourself up on your elbow shakily.
"Ah, stay there," he tutted, pushing you gently lower on the couch. "I've made you some soup, I'll bring it to you."
He disappeared to the kitchen and came back a few moments later, carrying a bowl of steaming liquid with small cubes of vegetables floating in it. He set the bowl on the coffee table and propped some pillows up behind your head and back. Crouching down to your level by the couch, he held the bowl to you and dipped the spoon into the broth, lifting it up to your mouth.
"Eat up," he coaxed in a low, almost maternal tone.
You allowed him to spoon feed you, the soup occasionally dripping down your chin with the awkwardness of the movement.
"Kuroo," you started hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"I don't want to go home."
He paused with the spoon mid-air.
"I don't want to see my parents. I don't want to go to school."
He set the spoon in the bowl and put it on the coffee table, waiting for you to continue.
"I'm scared someone will know. I don't want to do anything... or be around anyone... I just want to be with you."
And ̵͓͈̦͓̽͊̐̿̍̑̚ there it is
̷̛̻̰̖͓̹͔̤̀͊͑̽͛
̷̣̫̙̜̝̹͙̑͛̏͊͒͆͂̂͜͜The moment where the fragile glass that is a human ̸̰̯̂̏b̸̛͎̯͕̼̮͊́̿̒̈̚̕͘͠ŗ̷̛̛͕͎͍̳̋̍̈́ẹ̸̩͑̆̌̅͋̒̈̊̕̚a̵̳̘̫̣̳͚͎͇̍̓͗̋͘͜͝͝͠k̵̙̮͍̯̓̅̀̊̔̂͝͝s̸̡̹̯̒͛.̵̨̡̙̖̮̞̙̫͎͈̇̐̀̃̽̀͆͝ ̵̠̍͌
̷̭̟͕̼̯̖̘̏
̶̜̝̼̮̀͝It begins with the hairline ̷̨̡͇̪̪͍͙̃͜͝č̶̨̺̭̀̃́̂̈́̓̍̚͠ͅṟ̸̛͎͌̑̓̑̀̈͌̆á̷̧̯̞̮͇̙̞̭̃̋̌̽́̉͛̂ͅç̶̛̝̥̋̓̔͐̓͜͠͝k̶̛͕̣̺̞͔͇̏͂̐̈́͋s̸̛͉̣̹̳̲͐̐́̆̀͆͜ ̷̛͚̄̒̔threatening to destroy the person if they are pushed too hard..̵̯̣̬̲̹̗͍̱̎̉̂̀͌ ̵̞͖̤̖͓͓̖̽͘͜
̴̢͉̦̼̞̰͎͉͙̓̂̽̓͛
̴̳̥̝̲͈̙̫̘̀͆͒̂̕Their weak vulnerability is tested again and again until, finally, the glass ̶̹͉̩͉̽̌̈̉͂͆̾͐͝s̷̡͍̻̽̋͝h̸̨̰̠̺͉͉͙̅̂̉̑̎͊̈́͒͜͠à̴͖̗̭̐̂́̋͋̿͐̕t̴̖̪́͂̓͛̄t̶̲̯̅ȇ̸̡̢̧̖̩͓̏̈͂̾̍͑͂͆̕r̵̠̥̭͖̪͎̗̯̄͆̌̍̀́ͅș̵͎̐̓̂͌͌͗̀̀̚͜͝ into a million d̷͍̬̗͈̃a̵̩̹̗̭̾̃͊͛n̷̩̘̹̗̗̓͛ͅg̷̢̗͚͕̪͚͚͉̚e̸̩̘̲͔͉̫̠̼͋̍̐͌̀̀̕̚ȑ̴̥̮̱͚̰̝̥͇̀ͅǒ̷̻̦͌̿̍̂͋̍̔̄̕u̴̱͙̲̱͗͗̔̋̄̂s̴̢̰̪͓̱͖̱͈̺͊̃͑͋͗̊͗͆͂ shards̶̙̏̒͒͂̆̅͝.̷̨̨͙̭̹͇͉̖͛̾͊̕ ̷͙́̒͂̔̉͐̑
̵̧̢̜͖̰̠́̈́̓̓͜͠͠
̷̡̛̰̪̞͓̝́̀̓̋̕͝Kuroo scoops up each of these shards carefully and holds them ̵̢̧̨͉̙̮̮͖͕̹͂̈̋͗t̴͉̜̎͐ͅi̴̳͉̝͌̋͗ͅģ̸̧̲̣̮̪̣̲̼͚͊̍̔h̷̡̰͖̦̖͈̳̯͌ṭ̸́͛͆͠l̸̨̜̙͆̍͛̈́̇y̸̲͖̤̼̱̖̥̓̌̓̃́̉̾͂̐̔ as they cut into the flesh of his hands. ŝ̸̨̧̡̮̳͈̦̪̪̮̆͋̈́.̴̘̦̃
̴͕͍̘͉̻̗̪̙͈̈̃̃̾̅̿͐́̀̾
̶̧̡̧̢̣̻͓͕̯̻̆͊̽̃̆͂͠ ̴͖̰͔̤̜̈́̆̇̆̊̃̚͝With these fragments in his hands, he has complete control over you.
