breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

2 || closer

Kuroo stole another glance at you as you leaned on a wall outside of school. Every once in a while you'd check your phone and smile at the screen, fingers skimming lightly on the keyboard to text your friends.

You looked cute. Hot. Still, Kuroo enjoyed the view. He furtively examined your image: your (h/c) hair fell delicately on your shoulders, gently moved by the fall breeze, and the peaceful look on your face radiated a calming energy to your surroundings. It was such a pure vision. 

The boy's heart would skip a beat every time you looked up from your phone, fearing that you'd catch his gaze and think that he was stalking you. But then he'd brush off this stupid thought, chuckling to himself as a blush emerged on his cheeks. Looking at someone doesn't equate to stalking, ha ha ha. It doesn't.

Does it?

It did not, if we also didn't consider the dozens of pictures of your thighs in his phone gallery. But no, really, from an external point of view, it looked like a simple crush.

And it looked like a simple crush to Kenma too. He'd captured on multiple occasions the long, worshipping looks his best friend reserved to you only. It was almost endearing, had Kuroo not become so distracted all the time and totally disconnected from reality.

Kenma scoffed once again, trying to catch his friend's attention, but in vain.

This crush thing Kuroo had going on was starting to get annoying, especially since it stole the two boys' precious time together. What was the point of always being with each other if their minds were at totally different wavelengths?
The blond went back to playing a game on his phone, deciding to ignore Kuroo just the way he was doing - although Kuroo didn't even notice, too absorbed in the intimate smile you gave your phone screen.

Soon though, your peaceful sight was disturbed by an unwanted presence. Kuroo's eyebrows knit with nuisance, almost disgust, as a boy approached you.

Kuroo had started observing the fucker from the first day he dared get close to you, and he managed to ascertain you two were nothing more than friends. Still, it annoyed him in an unexplainable way. Kuroo seriously didn't understand why, but the sight of your delicate and innocent face next to that fucker's angered the living hell out of him.

You put your phone away in the uniform's jacket when you noticed the boy approaching you, then swung an arm around his neck to bring him down and ruffle his hair lovingly. And the fucker didn't even bat an eye about being so close to your breasts.
But why would he? Being the pig he was, of course he loved the feeling of your boobs on his face. Son of a flying bitch.

Nevertheless, Kuroo had long figured that fucker was the perfect excuse to get to know you. Using his position of both the volleyball team captain and senior, he planned to use the fucker to approach you, to then just push him out of the way. And eventually eliminate, destroy, annihilate him.

So, with the fakest warm smile a caring senior could show one of his kohais, he yelled the boy's name. "Oi, Fukunaga!"

The boy turned around to see who had called him and jogged to reach his captain. "Hey."

"Hey. Don't forget that we have practice today, alright?" Kuroo warned him, still keeping the caring facade.

"Yes, yes. I'm sorry I couldn't make it last time," Fukunaga scratched the back of his neck, an unreadable expression on his face. Ugh, was that enigmatic appearance annoying. Kuroo could never figure out what was on his mind, and that was probably what made it so bothersome.

"Don't worry," Kuroo mimicked a soft chuckle, "I see that you're busy," he then teased with an understanding tone, nodding towards something in the distance. The other boy turned around to see what his senior meant, and he quickly interpreted the 'busy' to be you.

"Oh, her?" Fukunaga turned red in the face, unable to keep eye contact.

Son of a flying bitch.

"No, no you've got it wrong. She's my best friend."

"Oh!"

Oh.

It was definitely worth an 'oh'. Kuroo took some time to process his next sentence. "I've never seen her around here?"

"She got here a little over a week ago. Before she lived in Miyagi." Fukunaga explained, still not dropping your name.

"Cool, yeah," the captain nodded absently, digging his hands in his pockets, "What's her name?" Fukunaga paused, unsure about whether to tell him or not. He didn't know why Kuroo would want to know your name, but it was probably just out of curiosity. It wasn't that big of a deal, was it?

"Her name, uh... it's (Y/n)"

(Y/n).

Kuroo totally disconnected his mind once he heard your name. He absently patted Fukunaga on his back, once again making sure that the boy would come to practice, and then fled to the bathroom in an almost ecstatic state.

(Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n).

What a beautiful name. Kuroo could make a lullaby out of it, sing it in the shower. Just hum it to soothe himself whenever he needed to feel you closer.

He reached the bathroom and disappeared in one of the stalls, still surprised and amused at the way he got your name out of the fucker's mouth. It was just that simple.

Kuroo got his phone out and opened Fukunaga's Instagram account, looking for a '(Y/n)' in his following list. And then it popped. And it was public too.

(n/n)core
(y/n)?

Kuroo slowly scrolled through your feed, his heart almost beating out of his chest as he looked at your pictures. He sat on the toilet - a growing tension in his groin area - totally insensitive to the odors of the closed space. He distractedly unbuttoned his pants with one hand, leaning slightly forward as he kept examining each one of your pictures.

"Ah, fuck," he exasperatedly whispered when a photo of you with two boys showed up.

The picture depicted you three lying on a rooftop at night, the bright stars' light painting the sky in a deep, vivid blue. A boy with brown hair had his mouth ajar and pointed at something high in the distance, while the other one looked at you with the corner of his eye, smiling sweetly. You rested next to him, hair spread on the ground and eyes reflecting the shiny dots stippling the sky, smiling brightly to the camera you held with your outstretched arm.

(n/n)core: oikawa, respectfully, shut up.

hajimeiwaizumi: not respectfully in the slightest

spammykawa: meanies >:((

Kuroo tried to check the other two boys' accounts, but they were both private. He huffed in frustration, his cheeks burning up with nervousness. Why did you have to ruin things like that all the time?

All the built-up arousal quickly dimmed down, leaving Kuroo with a dying erection and dissatisfaction. He waited a little longer in the small stall, pondering on his next move.

Fukunaga said you had just moved to Tokyo, and the image upload date on Instagram went back to over a month ago. That meant the two guys were probably friends from your school in Miyagi. Given the great distance, it was unlikely they could do anything more than just text you. But still, they could constitute a danger to Kuroo.

He sighed heavily, rubbing his face with one of his hands. You were turning out to be bigger of a challenge than he thought. But he would find a way to get closer and closer to you, like it or not.

ヽ(*＾ω＾*)ﾉ

heLLO? hello beauties. I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter, i'll see you on the next one :) keep slaying xoxo