You woke up the next morning feeling great. You didn't know why but you slept perfectly. The sun outside shone through your blinds, lighting up your room floor, making the scenery look magical and calming. It was Friday after all so you took in every detail of the morning with passion. Monday's were a pain in the ass but Friday's were your true luck day. Your feet managed to pull your form out of bed and help you with your morning routine. You didn't want to wake your mom up and your dad had probably already left for work so after finishing preparing yourself for school, you took your bag and walked out the door. Outside smelled like fresh autumn coming. The air outdoors became a bit chillier but that just gave you another excuse to use the bus.
'Welp, I'll have to skip cat petting day. Aww.' You sulked slightly, remembering the white fluff ball who was probably already waiting for someone to pet her when passing next to her.' Oh well, might come back and walk after school's over. So I could always cuddle her then.'
When the bus had dropped you off, you walked straight to your locker ready to pick up your stuff and walk straight to your first class. You had twenty minutes before the bell rung and so why not sitting at your place and go on your phone to read the update of one of the books in your library that the author just got published the night before. You were exited to find out the rest of the story so you speed walked to the locker that held your stuff, wanting to have as much time as possible to read in a quiet environment before people flooded the class with voices and noises.
Arriving at your locker you took your lock in hand to do your code, when you felt the object shift loosely in your hand. You looked down to find your lock already unlocked. You forrowed your eyebrows not remembering ever leaving it open. You believed that it was way too dangerous with thieves or people that wanted nothing more then to piss you off and play with your stuff. You had always made sure that your locker was locked by pulling on it at the end of the day to insure it's efficiency. And you didn't remember it being left open. It probably unlocked during the night? Those things were kinda old so you'd expect that to happen from time to time.
You opened your locker to find all your stuff intact, nothing out of place and everything was left untouched. Thankful that no one had seen your lock unlocked or else you didn't want to even think of what random strangers would do with your belongings. Like really? Who would want a pencil or white sheets of paper? Who would want to steal that?
You took the book that you needed in... history. Yeah...you weren't complaining but you weren't cheering either. It wasn't your best but not your worst subject.
You took the book and your pencil case before closing your locker shut and making sure the lock was NOT going to falter. You hummed and nodded to yourself with a soft smile as you heard the locks force. Turning around, you almost bumped in someone's chest. You squeaked and took a mini step back, the handsome boy trapping you between him and the locker.
"And here I thought a princesse was always on time. Guess I was wrong. What? did your carriage bring you later than usual?" Kuroo grinned, slamming his forearm on your left to trap you even further. You blushed in embarrassment as people walked past giggling at you.
"Idiot! What do you you think you're doing!? Stop this right now! People are watching!" You whispered yelled through gritted teeth. "I'd prefer failing an exam with zero on it and everyone knows about it than to be seen close to you in public."
The teen grinned playfully displaying his shiny teeth. His eyes showed amusement as his arm stayed put next to you.
"Aww, you're getting embarrassed. That's cute. Maybe I should do this more often then. Cause I don't know about you, but I'm having fun." Kuroo smirked, removing his arm to finally let you breathe.
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Silence( Yandere Kenma Kozume x Reader)
FanficSilence:noun. Absence of any sound or noise; stillness. the state or fact of being silent; muteness. Absence or omission of mention, comment, or expressed concern.