breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

20 || sweetheart

You woke up from a killing headache to the clicks and clanks coming from downstairs. You looked around with your sight still hazy from sleep, that hammering pain in your head refusing to subside anytime soon. 

However, your mind quickly recollected all the broken memories of the past night, rearranging them in patterns that resembled those of a nightmare. The atmosphere, the coldness of the air - the sun had already given its turn to a dull moon that shone dimly in the sky, and Fukunaga stood guilty in the middle of the street, clutching on a pink woolen mask that had been haunting your endless days. 

Your hand instinctively searched for Kuroo among the folds of the sheets, but when you couldn't find him you finally jolted fully awake; and found yourself sitting in the bed in nothing but your underwear. 

"(Y/n)?"

Kuroo's voice called faintly from the distance, and you connected the clunks of metal to the sound of kitchen utensils. He must have been cooking breakfast for you, so you threw on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, yelling a lazy "Coming!" to shut his incessants calls for your name.

A messy kitchen waited for you, alongside with a shirtless Kuroo, showered in the golden daylight filtrating through your windows. The light sunk in between the dents of his body, revealing nicely defined muscles under his skin; however, you could also see how different it was compared to a healthy body. His, was pale, thin- muscular, but somewhat also bony - you could count his ribs from afar, being that they were almost poking through his flesh.

The view bordered the line between attractive and sad: even if his physique was in a shape that men trained years for, it was obvious that Kuroo had now long lost any interest in it. And you couldn't lie to yourself, it slightly made your lower abdomen tingle as intrusive images forced themselves in your head.

"Oh, there you are," he saw you out of the corner of his eye, grinning as he noticed you checking him out, "You hungry?"

You sat at the table, taking in your surroundings and the now lost homely smells that usually resided in the warmth of a family. "Yeah," you bluntly admitted, a loud stomach rumbling backing you up. Whatever it was he was cooking in the pan - pans, that were scattered all around the sink - you waited for anxiously.

"There you go then, princess" he chuckled when he served you a generous amount of pancakes, some of them slightly burned on the edges, but still delicious looking.

"Thank you," you quietly mouthed, quickly stuffing your mouth with hot pancakes. After a long while of chewing, and being bugged by how the flavors were all over the place, you could finally put your finger on what it was that missed in the mix, "I think you forgot the sugar."

The boy raised his dark brows, letting the pancakes marinate a little more in his mouth to check the taste. 

"Ah shit, you're right."

Kuroo got up to grab a spoonful of sugar, dropping it first on his plate, but being stopped when he was about to do the same to yours, "Kuroo, I got syrup," you laughed at the clumsy boy, leaving the table to search for it.

"Yeah, yeah, you're right," he tried to not be too embarrassed about it, however subtly blushing at the thought of having made a fool out of himself. To salvage his image, he tried to justify his forgetfulness to you.
"I tend to forget stuff when I cook. And I mean, the shit I cook turns out right, but there's always a few flavors missing."

You sat down with some maple syrup in your hand, smiling to him as he talked. It was obvious that his cheeks were burning underneath, his gaze dodging yours skillfully. "Hey, you know how to cook. That's already a huge thing. Besides, I always forget the sugar in my pancakes, and I suck at cooking so..." your mind shifted to the memory of Fukunaga's tasteful dishes, but you pushed that thought away, "Yeah my mom's never really at home so I gotta improvise."