breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

14 || uncomfortable

throwback ;)

lil slut begged me to fuck her good

that pussy all mine now

passed out early. what a cocktease

look how hot she is when shes sleeping

my pretty fucktoy

goodnight :)

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@(n/n)core ;)

You got up early in the morning, almost eager to get to school. Things had been going smoothly lately: you were slowly getting used to Nekoma. You'd made new friends on the volleyball team, and they all seemed very nice. They'd even invited you to their sacred get-together, which, from what you'd learned, was a very special event for the boys before the beginning of the championship every year.

They'd proudly declared you 'Nekoma's ribbon', the thread that kept them all connected. It was a flattering title indeed. You loved the name, and to honor it you'd started going to school wearing a red ribbon in your hair - a little decoration that the boys absolutely loved.

Lev would often steal it from you and wear it as a bracelet, claiming that it brought him good luck during matches. And honestly, you'd all noticed a great improvement in his game. So tying it to his wrist before practice became just a little tradition of yours.

You were starting to feel... comfortable. At home.

Tokyo was starting to become your home. You'd finally stopped opposing change. You were rather embracing it, cherishing it. It felt good.

So, just like every other morning for the past week, you put the red ribbon in your hair, embellishing your ponytail with a cute shiny bow. It really suited your soft (h/c) hair.

You checked yourself in the mirror once again, fixing the pleated skirt and tucking the shirt inside better. All ready.

A faint buzz distracted you from your reflection, making your eyes wander briefly before finding the phone hidden somewhere between the creases of the sheets in your bed.

You scoffed as you searched the bedding. You were going to remake the bed later. After school. Sometime soon. Who knows. Never, probably.

Fukunaga had texted the team's group chat - a short apology for not being able to come to practice, for the third day in a row now. And then a more detailed message to you, explaining that he was still sick and that he didn't feel like coming to school that day.

You sent him a sad emoji face and wished him to get better soon, then distractedly headed to the kitchen to have something before going to school.

Kiyoshi was sitting at the table, eyes still full of sleep and hair all ruffly as he blankly stared at the milk carton in front of him.

"Does dad know we have milk at home."

The corners of your mouth raised slightly, a cradling smile impregnated in melancholic sweetness; although the little boy tried to mask it with nonchalant sarcasm, deep down you knew that your father's absence was taking a toll on the family - except for your dad, apparently.