breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

8 || turning point

Quick glowing spots glided across the streets of Tokyo, the rumbling of car motors now faint into the distance. Other tall buildings rose from the ground, their clean windows reflecting the infinite lights of the night city in a game of colors that tricked the mind into the perception of power.

And Kuroo sat numb to the psychedelic effect around him, his feet dangling from the railing of his own favorite building. It wasn't necessarily too tall among the others, nor was it particularly architecturally refined.

It was just there, almost abandoned on its own between all the other modern skyscrapers. It was actually long disused now, but somehow nobody wanted to demolish it.

And so Kuroo baptized it as his favorite, his secret spot.

The night engulfed his tiny figure so well that none of the restless people on the streets could distinguish the human body from the concrete he rested on. Nor did they see the thick blows of white smoke dissipating into the quiet sky.

He opened his mouth to let another puff leave into the dark, clenching the joint carefully in between his index and middle finger as he leaned his neck back. His eyes hung onto the buzzing stars beading the night. Kuroo didn't really enjoy the artificial lights beaming right beneath him. Not because of anything philosophical, really. It was mostly because the high made him too sensitive to the glistening city under his feet.

Yet another sip was taken, every other feeling that was not pure amazement leaving his body. It was the amazement of being able to see what he'd always looked at through fresh eyes. He felt like a kid, yet again discovering the realness of the world.

He'd always thought the world never really had anything to offer.

He'd never really seen a point in the routine he followed religiously every day. Everything was boring.

Shit, those things we call atoms were the only things that piqued his interest. The way they formed this whole existence, how they connected to give life and feelings. It was the only explainable aspect of life.

Protons, neutrons, electrons... those gave a tangible explanation to the mechanisms of the universe, unlike philosophy - a discipline ruled by turns of words, every time prefiguring to reach a certain conclusion but always ending up in a swirl of uncertainties. And a string of words in the end to prove the point. He hated it.

Kuroo looked down the building, in the space between his swaying legs. Little dots of people fuzzed on the ground, the only distinguishable trait being the color of their hair. They conducted their life normally. They were oblivious to all the things surrounding them, the only certainty being themselves.

He chuckled. There was something so eerie in staring at the normalcy of others' existence. Probably because Kuroo knew deep inside he'd soon stop experiencing the sweet taste of his pointless routine. He'd stop savoring these secret escapes - the night wind and the trembling glow of stars. His life, at that particular point, felt like a limbo, a crevice.

His reality was on the verge of a spectacular upheaval. One step, and he'd go down an unknown spiral. A new future. A bright future. With you.

In his hand, the already spent flame of the joint dimmed out until the last sparks of fire burned the edges of the paper. He threw it next to his school jacket, ready to smoke the second one he had prepared for the night.

But soft mewlings caught his attention, making him turn around once again. Close to the joint stub, a tiny black cat pushed the filter back and forth with its delicate nose, biting it to check if it could be eaten.

"No, shit, c'mere."

Kuroo jumped off of the railing, landing on the flat concrete rooftop to take the little animal away from the toxic waste.