breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

19 || unraveling

hi! just a quick warning: in this chapter there will be mentions of sexual assault and self harm.

Life slowly began to regain some semblance of normalcy. The trauma of the past events still cast a long shadow over your life, but you were determined not to let it dictate your every move. Reclaiming your routines, one step at a time, meant facing the halls of your school once more.

Kuroo, always watchful, remained a constant presence, his observant eyes never straying far from you, and Fukunaga.

Fukunaga's presence didn't trouble him much. Kuroo had orchestrated his own sinister plan to tarnish the boy's reputation and disrupt his life, his obsession with you being the driving force behind these machinations.

Witnessing you being emotionally torn apart as he skillfully severed ties with those around you was heartbreaking for him, but he believed, in his twisted way, that everything he did was for your sake.

Returning to school was hard. The barrage of questions from teachers and students was overwhelming, especially since your primary desire was to be at Kiyoshi's side. Nonetheless, you found solace and purpose in your role as the manager of the volleyball team.

The players had become your support system. They enveloped you in their kindness and genuine concern, offering unwavering support that gradually helped heal the wounds inflicted in the past days.

Positioned on the sidelines with your clipboard, you watched the boys practice - and you offered encouragement, water, and valuable tips to help elevate their performance.

As the practice session drew to a close and the team members gathered their belongings, Kuroo seized a moment to execute his devious plan. With utmost discretion, he slipped the balaclava and your lingerie into Fukunaga's bag, setting the stage for a new, unsettling chapter in this disturbing game he was playing.

The walk home from school was like any other day. You, Kuroo, and Fukunaga had just finished a rigorous volleyball practice, those walks now becoming a comforting new constant in your life. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows on the pavement as you chatted and laughed, the worries of the world temporarily forgotten.

But today, as you approached your house, something out of the ordinary caught your eye. Fukunaga's bag was open, its contents partially exposed. You couldn't help but notice the bright pink fabric hanging from the edge of the bag, as though taunting you.

Your heart skipped a beat, and a sense of unease washed over you.

With sly hands, you reached into the bag and pulled at the pink fabric. As you tugged, something else fell to the ground with a soft, ominous thud. It was lingerie—your lingerie, the same set that had gone missing weeks ago.

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the delicate lace and satin, your mind racing to comprehend what this meant. Kiyoshi's words came rushing back - about the pink balaclava, the intruder, and the twisted events that had been haunting you since you got to Tokyo. A chilling realization washed over you.

Kuroo, who had been walking beside you, noticed your sudden distress. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his brow furrowing with concern. A chuckle threatened to bubble up from his lips, but he maged to keep his composure as he watched your heart sink into your stomach.

Your voice quivered as you whispered, "It's... it's the pink thing my brother talked about."

Kuroo's eyes widened in fake alarm as he glanced at the lingerie strewn on the ground. "Are you sure?"

You better had to be.

You nodded, feeling a rush of terror. You didn't know who had placed these items in Fukunaga's bag, but the mere presence of the lingerie was enough to shatter the fragile sense of security and trust you had left.