Kazoku Futarikiri had never placed much value in labels - fat, skinny, loud, quiet, nice, mean. All they were good for was dehumanizing someone, trimming their existence down to a few adjectives.
But she was pretty sure she was a bad person.
Steal...
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As soon as the door had shut behind Kuroo the tears I had been holding back throughout the duration of the conversation finally overflowed.
For the majority of the night I laid on the couch and cried. I wished Kuroo was still here, it was easier with him around. I found the effort to hide my emotions and distract myself with a nice conversation. But now I was alone with nothing but my thoughts.
My mind wandered to dropping out of school. All I ever did was to help Nikko, it's not like I had a grand future ahead of me. Working multiple jobs and always struggling to pay bills would be my future. I would never have it easy. I would never have anyone to rely on. Even if Nikko did get adopted I doubt he'd ever want to see me again. Not with the way I let him down.
"You want to know my worst fear? Letting someone down."
Kuroo's response to my fear made me feel as though he meant more by the comment than most would assume. Was it a silent promise or just hopeful thinking? I knew the answer to that. He would leave me too. By choice or not, it was going to happen eventually. After all the world didn't revolve around me.
I knew that better than anyone.
Another sob escaped my lips and I curled even further into a ball. Here I was moping when I could be doing something important. I could be putting together a plan to get Nikko back.
Was it worth it? Would anything work at this point? It had been five days since he was taken, if I came forward now with an answer it would just seem suspicious.
I would need a reason for everything. The random spurts of money being put into my bank account, why it was all in cash, why I couldn't tell them where I really got that money in that very moment. And whatever reason I gave them couldn't be illegal.
Whipping my eyes, I stood up from the couch with shaky legs.
I recalled sitting next to Kuroo, due to the funny dip in the middle we were sandwiched together. My pride wouldn't allow it, but I wanted nothing more than a hug. I was tired of having to act so strong all the time, especially now that Nikko is gone there is no one to act strong for. No one would care if I finally crumbled. It would just fly under the radar along with all my other miseries.
I walked to the kitchen, digging through the piles of junk on the counter before I finally found the notepad I used to write groceries on. I retrived a pen from my backpack before sitting down on the floor between the coffee table and the couch.
