WEALTH, POWER, AND LOVE [KUROKENAKABOKUTSU X READER]

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝔁 ❧ 𝓱𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻

you're all mine now baby

[THIRD POV]

(Y/N) was led down to Kozume's room, which was single-doored. Unlike the other's, Kozume's room was very neat; everything was in order, and it's not like he hated organization, he just did it so that his things won't get mixed up.

He opens the door, pulling (Y/N) in; his room was just as big as (Y/N)'s was, but it had less things.

It had a normal bed, a closet, a dresser and a huge desk.

Well, that was probably why it had lesser things.

(Y/N) noticed that he had a large and long desk that had many monitors plugged in, as well as other technological devices that she couldn't name. Kozume first ordered her to sit on his bed while he put on a hoodie; she obeyed easily.

(Y/N) took a huge look at her surroundings; Kozume was a very neat person only because he didn't like it when people would point out certain details about his messiness. Despite having a clean room, the only thing dirty was his desk. 

There were papers all over it, plus notebooks and books stacked on top of each other. There were pens and ink stains along the desk; it really seemed like he was a busy man.

After putting on a beige hoodie, he walks back to (Y/N), telling her to follow him to his desk.

There was a large swivel chair behind all of those monitors, and Kozume told her to sit down on his lap. She obliged, noticing that he was feeling annoyed for some reason; she didn't want to go on his bad side.

He let out a sigh, scooting closer to the screen; each one was different, and they had all sorts of numbers and words; (Y/N)'s eyes got tired from just looking at them.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath; Kozume's fingers typed quickly before letting out a frustrated sigh, "This bullshit again."

(Y/N) tried to figure out what was troubling him, but he kept changing screens so quickly, she just couldn't make out what was going on.

'Kozume must be good with computers... but I don't know what he's doing...'

He kept switching screens, typing stuff, adding things with the click of his mouse, and eventually using some other devices connected to all of these wires.

"Fucking bastards..." he muttered once more, "Annoying bitches."

She felt a bit scared when he was swearing; he'd usually not curse so much around (Y/N), but he couldn't help it.