Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader {Collection of Short Stories/Drabbles}

Partners In Crime

A/n: you and Kuroo are spies ;)

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You sighed as you entered your house, sliding off your shoes and removing your coat. You then cautiously looked around before sliding off your wig and setting it down on a counter. God, that thing was so itchy.

"Hey, babe, welcome home," a slow and deep voice sounded from in the living room. By the way he spoke, you could already sense that signature smirk across his lips.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" you grumbled as you walked into the living room, rearranging your (h/l) (h/c) hair.

"I've lost count," was his quick reply.

"Then maybe you should stop."

"But why would I stop? I like calling you that, and I'm sure that you like it too."

You turned away from him and walked into your bedroom, trying hard to hide the blush from your face. Once you'd closed and locked the door behind you, you walked over to your closet and searched for something a bit more casual to wear. As you pulled your shirt off and started to unhook your bra, you noticed something strange resting on the bookshelf across the room. It was nearly microscopic, but you still saw it.

You chuckled spitefully at how perverted your housemate was as you crossed the room and plucked the mini video camera disguised as a fly off the bookshelf. As you examined the small piece of technology, you imagined him watching you from the living room via some app he had on his phone.

"Sorry, Tetsurou, but this channel is unavailable," you stated before crushing the camera in your hand and tossing it onto the floor. As you proceeded to undress, you wondered how long that video camera had been there. What a little creep, you thought and rolled your eyes.

Ever since you'd become a spy and had associated yourself with a group that worked to combat other organizations that were involved with serious, international crimes, you'd been working with a partner who'd been assigned to you. That person just happened to be the wonderful Kuroo Tetsurou, whom you lived with no matter where you were moved. You two worked undercover and each had your own disguises and fake IDs to go along with them.

Even though you and Kuroo hadn't necessarily gotten along at first, the two of you were inseparable and often referred to as "partners in crime." Every time each of you gained a different identification, you found that you were usually supposed to be masquerading as husband and wife or as lovers. Kuroo definitely enjoyed this aspect of the job more than most others, and even though you'd sworn that you wouldn't let him get to you, you couldn't deny that you felt something towards him other than companionship.

Wherever you moved, you always made sure that there were two bedrooms. If there weren't, Kuroo was banished to the couch while you slept in the bed. Occasionally, when you were feeling a bit insecure or unsafe, you would let him sleep with you, but the cuddling that ensued usually only happened on accident. Usually. Luckily this house had two bedrooms, so Kuroo got the luxury of sleeping in a guest bedroom instead of on a small couch.

Even though Kuroo wasn't necessarily the smartest, despite being a self-proclaimed genius, he was pretty useful. He was good at maintaining his composure while lying to people, annoying people, sweet-talking, gathering information, and hiding things. Some of these things worked against you, though, especially the part about him being good at annoying people.

Despite the fact that he could be annoying, perverted, and sneaky, he was surprisingly reliable and trustworthy. Once, when you had realized that you were being tailed on your way out of a club that you'd been called to to meet an ally, you had called him, asking for his help. The men following you had had weapons for sure and you hadn't wanted to fight them in a bodycon skirt. Sure enough, both men had mysteriously stopped following you after being knocked unconscious by your "partner."