Kuroo x Reader [ON-GOING]

Who saw perfection in my flaws

- chapter thirteen -

  [Y/N] awoke with a start, her body slick with the clammy residue of a nightmare that clung to her like a spectral shroud. In the depths of her sleep, she had wandered once more into that relentless storm—a swirling abyss that threatened to swallow her whole. Amidst the tumult, a younger version of herself stood, a ghostly echo of past decisions and haunting uncertainties.

  "Are you going to do the right thing?" Her own voice, hollow and distant, pierced the darkness.

  "I don't know," [Y/N] confessed, her words a fragile whisper lost in the tempest.

  The spectral figure regarded her with an inscrutable gaze. "Will you continue like this?"

  "I don't know..."

  Silence enveloped them, heavy and suffocating, mirroring the weight of her indecision. She reached out, desperate. "Wait," she implored as the apparition began to fade.

  The figure paused, turning back with a shadowed expression.

  "Is following my heart the right thing to do?"

  There was no answer, only the echoing void of her own doubts. "Tell me!" [Y/N] demanded, frustration and fear tightening her throat. "Do I follow my heart? Is that the answer?"

  "What does your heart say?" The reply was faint, barely audible over the raging storm.

  "My heart.. my heart.." She faltered, unwilling to confront the truths hidden within.

  The darkness closed in, consuming her, leaving her gasping for breath as she jolted awake. The room was cloaked in predawn stillness, shadows lingering in the corners as if reluctant to yield to the morning light. [Y/N] lay there, her heart racing, the echoes of her nightmare clinging like tendrils of mist.

    Her life had become a canvas drained of colour, each day unfolding in muted shades of gray. Joy and passion had long since faded, leaving behind a desolate landscape of emptiness—a barren reflection of her fractured emotions.

  In the days that followed, she mechanically navigated through the final tasks, her hands moving with practiced precision as she completed the paperwork for Kuroo and Sakura's home renovations. It was a ritualistic dance, the last remnants of a contract that had once bound them together in shared purpose.

  On the last day, as Kuroo prepared for work, he sent a message—a brief expression of gratitude for her assistance with the house. Yet [Y/N], burdened by an unshakeable pit in her stomach, found herself unable to respond.

  In the office, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension as she completed the final details. When Kuroo and Sakura arrived, she handed over the keys with a strained smile, bidding them farewell. Sakura's eyes shimmered with genuine appreciation, her gratitude palpable. Kuroo, however, kept his gaze lowered, his silence a palpable barrier between them.

  As they parted ways, a sudden pang pierced [Y/N]'s heart. She felt it—the undeniable pull of a soulmate connection, a bond that refused to be ignored. Kuroo's eyes narrowed in reflex, sensing the familiar tug of fate. [Y/N] widened her eyes in a desperate attempt to conceal her emotions, clenching her fists to steady herself.

  "Kuroo, it's time we left," Sakura murmured, breaking the tension. "Thank you, [Y/N]. You've brought us so much happiness, truly."

  They exchanged a handshake, but as [Y/N] watched them walk away, her heart plummeted. 
  "Don't go," her thoughts whispered into the empty office, her voice a fragile plea. She suddenly notices something that dropped onto the floor.