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The reason this story says "2" is because this is the second part to a story written by my bestie Mikittykun Therefore, you'll have to read the first part here before moving on: fav.me/daalg4a

Once you're done there, please sit back, relax, and enjoy some more Kuroo!

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Slowly you begin to pry yourself away from the door. You’re a little shaken by the exchange of words, but you regain yourself momentarily. Taking a brief inhale, you regulate your breathing and straighten back up.

“A movie, right? Okay.” You say, psyching your mind in order to keep yourself together.

Let’s just focus on watching a movie and that will be all. I really shouldn’t think about doing more than that…

You head toward the kitchen and walk past Kuroo, too nervous to look at him. “I’m going to make some popcorn and fix us something to drink. What would you like?”

“Just water is fine. Thanks.”

“Sure.” Just before leaving the room you glance back at him over your shoulder, “Oh, um. Would you mind picking out a movie, please? They’re all in those shelves beside the TV. I’m up for pretty much anything. Thank you.”

Kuroo casually glides over to the bookcase. Wow. Impressive collection.

After a few minutes, you come back out with a tray carrying a large bowl of popcorn and two glasses of water. Kuroo is sitting on the right side of the couch, waiting patiently.

“Find something good?” you attempt to say cheerfully. As you set down the tray, you spot his movie of choice sitting on the coffee table. A sudden shock pierces your heart. The movie was one of your Ex’s favorites. The last time you saw it was with him only a few short weeks before he left you.

Your body begins to tremble faintly. Of all the movies he could have picked…

Kuroo notes your sudden silence.

“Everything alright? Need help with something?” he asks smoothly, a slight degree of concern in his voice.

“No, no! Everything’s fine! Haha.” You try laughing it off with a fake smile. Not wanting to cause any more awkwardness than there already is with him, you go along with it, “This is one of my favorites. Give me a second to put it in.”

After putting the disk in the player, you walk over to the couch and sit as far to the left as the couch’s arm will let you. Kuroo eyes you casually and chuckles to himself watching you sit so far away from him. With a slick smile on his face, he edges just a little closer to you. Kuroo notices you spying him out the corner of your eye as you begin to tremble with nervousness.

Kuroo moves his hand slowly across the cushion towards you. Your heart pounds from panic. W-What is he doing!?!?!?

With a quick smirk, he simply grabs the remote beside you on the cushion and turns on the movie. You melt from relief. As your body relaxes, it gives you the chance to settle and simply try to enjoy yourself and your…unusual company.

The two of you sit on the couch unmoving the entire time. Kuroo occasionally glances at you to see if you will give him any kind of signal to move forward; but of course, you’ve glued yourself to the screen. About halfway through, the movie begins to pick up…romantically. That’s when you feel like you’ve been shot. Your memories come back to you about the wonderful, intimate time you spent with your Ex at this point in the movie. You begin to sink and fall within yourself. Before the sobs burst from your mouth, you silently take off in a near run toward your room.

Because you don’t slam the door, Kuroo doesn’t think much of your behavior at first. Assuming you purely needed the restroom, he pauses the movie and waits. In the quiet living room, the minutes grow longer and longer.

This was a first; he had never been “abandoned” before. Scratching the back of his bed-head hair, he’s not sure what he should do. Eventually Kuroo rises smoothly from the couch.

Arriving at your door, he knocks gently with his finger.

“Hello? You okay in there?” he asks, with more confusion than worry.

Kuroo realizes he can hear something and the moment he grazes his ear to the door, you open it. The room is dark behind you, with only subdued moonlight filtering through. In tears, you apologize for leaving.

Flustered and upset with yourself, you rush to the dresser. Rummaging through your purse for your wallet, you run back to the man at the door.

“It’s not much, but please take this and go. I want to be alone. ” You force a few bills into his hand before shoving him out the room, shutting the door in his face.

Struck by that whirlwind, Kuroo momentarily stands facing the door. With a slight sigh, he recomposes himself and follows orders. He slips the cash into his dark denim pants and makes his leave. He locks the front door behind him and stands alone on your welcome mat.

You’re not the first one to cry, and thereby cutting the rendezvous short. Because he gets paid, he simply follows orders. He leaves.

However, before departing their doorstep, he always takes a moment to empathize their pain. He knew it well enough himself.

The man has done this for so long that he built up a wall to prevent himself from attaching to anyone...again. He puts on his usual façade, and allows himself only a sliver of actual happiness; if you could even call it that anymore.

You were going to be another customer, so he treated the evening as such. But there was something...about your face...

The wall begins to crack.

Kuroo pulls out the cash from his pocket and fans the bills in his fingers. “$62? ...This must have been every dollar she had.”

With an ironic sigh and brief smirk, he begins walking around the side of your house. “I hope I don’t regret this later.”

~~~

In total isolation, you sit upon the bed, hugging your knees; the occasional “hic” of your subdued sobbing the only thing breaking the silence. Then, a shadow interrupts the incoming moonlight. Just as it attracts your attention, there is a tapping on the window.

A voice calls to you. “Hey, could you let me in again?”

Meeting the set of eyes peering at you through the glass, you hurtfully yell back, “I thought I told you I wanted to be alone!”

“I don’t think now is the time for that.”

Your eyes widen. He caught you.

You turn your head away from him.

“Please let me in.” he insists. “......It’s cold out here.”

Wow.

Against your better judgment, you give in and open the window. “Fine. Get in here.”

Expressing his gratitude as he slides past you, Kuroo walks straight to the bed and climbs on. He positions himself against the wall, stretching his arm along the pillows.

“I won’t do more than what you’ll let me. Come.” He says, holding out his hand to you.

You’re not exactly sure what he means, but at this point you don’t care. All you know is that you don’t want to hurt anymore. Head lowered, you make your way over and sit beside him. Kuroo gently wraps his hand around your shoulder and over your arm.

He looks down at you, but you don’t return his gaze. Kuroo speaks to you softly. “You just wanted someone to snuggle, right?”

Upon hearing those words, a few more tears roll down your cheeks. You cuddle into his side and rest your head against his shoulder. Silence.

Enveloped in his warmth, your worn out body falls asleep almost instantly.

“Poor thing.” The hired friend whispers, peering down at your exhausted figure.

Kuroo leans his head back against the wall. Shifting his body slightly, he settles in and begins fighting his eyelids for control of his consciousness. Eventually, he succumbs to sleep.

~~~~

When you wake that morning, you find yourself tucked snugly in bed. Sitting up, dazed, you try to wake up. “Hmm? Did he really come back last night?...Or was it just a nice dream?” you say to yourself, still half asleep.

Your eyes wander around the room, looking for any kind of validation. That’s when you spot a small note stuck in the edge of your bedroom door. You crawl out of bed and slide it out. It reads:


I got called away. Sorry I left, but I figured you didn’t need me anymore.
I took my card back. I knew you wouldn’t want it. I'm sorry I ruined your night.

                                                                                                                              -Kuroo

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The reason this story says "2" is because this is the second part to a story written by my bestie Mikittykun Therefore, you'll have to read the first part here before moving on: fav.me/daalg4a

Once you're done there, please sit back, relax, and enjoy some more Kuroo!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Slowly you begin to pry yourself away from the door. You’re a little shaken by the exchange of words, but you regain yourself momentarily. Taking a brief inhale, you regulate your breathing and straighten back up.

“A movie, right? Okay.” You say, psyching your mind in order to keep yourself together.

Let’s just focus on watching a movie and that will be all. I really shouldn’t think about doing more than that…

You head toward the kitchen and walk past Kuroo, too nervous to look at him. “I’m going to make some popcorn and fix us something to drink. What would you like?”

“Just water is fine. Thanks.”

“Sure.” Just before leaving the room you glance back at him over your shoulder, “Oh, um. Would you mind picking out a movie, please? They’re all in those shelves beside the TV. I’m up for pretty much anything. Thank you.”

Kuroo casually glides over to the bookcase. Wow. Impressive collection.

After a few minutes, you come back out with a tray carrying a large bowl of popcorn and two glasses of water. Kuroo is sitting on the right side of the couch, waiting patiently.

“Find something good?” you attempt to say cheerfully. As you set down the tray, you spot his movie of choice sitting on the coffee table. A sudden shock pierces your heart. The movie was one of your Ex’s favorites. The last time you saw it was with him only a few short weeks before he left you.

Your body begins to tremble faintly. Of all the movies he could have picked…

Kuroo notes your sudden silence.

“Everything alright? Need help with something?” he asks smoothly, a slight degree of concern in his voice.

“No, no! Everything’s fine! Haha.” You try laughing it off with a fake smile. Not wanting to cause any more awkwardness than there already is with him, you go along with it, “This is one of my favorites. Give me a second to put it in.”

After putting the disk in the player, you walk over to the couch and sit as far to the left as the couch’s arm will let you. Kuroo eyes you casually and chuckles to himself watching you sit so far away from him. With a slick smile on his face, he edges just a little closer to you. Kuroo notices you spying him out the corner of your eye as you begin to tremble with nervousness.

Kuroo moves his hand slowly across the cushion towards you. Your heart pounds from panic. W-What is he doing!?!?!?

With a quick smirk, he simply grabs the remote beside you on the cushion and turns on the movie. You melt from relief. As your body relaxes, it gives you the chance to settle and simply try to enjoy yourself and your…unusual company.

The two of you sit on the couch unmoving the entire time. Kuroo occasionally glances at you to see if you will give him any kind of signal to move forward; but of course, you’ve glued yourself to the screen. About halfway through, the movie begins to pick up…romantically. That’s when you feel like you’ve been shot. Your memories come back to you about the wonderful, intimate time you spent with your Ex at this point in the movie. You begin to sink and fall within yourself. Before the sobs burst from your mouth, you silently take off in a near run toward your room.

Because you don’t slam the door, Kuroo doesn’t think much of your behavior at first. Assuming you purely needed the restroom, he pauses the movie and waits. In the quiet living room, the minutes grow longer and longer.

This was a first; he had never been “abandoned” before. Scratching the back of his bed-head hair, he’s not sure what he should do. Eventually Kuroo rises smoothly from the couch.

Arriving at your door, he knocks gently with his finger.

“Hello? You okay in there?” he asks, with more confusion than worry.

Kuroo realizes he can hear something and the moment he grazes his ear to the door, you open it. The room is dark behind you, with only subdued moonlight filtering through. In tears, you apologize for leaving.

Flustered and upset with yourself, you rush to the dresser. Rummaging through your purse for your wallet, you run back to the man at the door.

“It’s not much, but please take this and go. I want to be alone. ” You force a few bills into his hand before shoving him out the room, shutting the door in his face.

Struck by that whirlwind, Kuroo momentarily stands facing the door. With a slight sigh, he recomposes himself and follows orders. He slips the cash into his dark denim pants and makes his leave. He locks the front door behind him and stands alone on your welcome mat.

You’re not the first one to cry, and thereby cutting the rendezvous short. Because he gets paid, he simply follows orders. He leaves.

However, before departing their doorstep, he always takes a moment to empathize their pain. He knew it well enough himself.

The man has done this for so long that he built up a wall to prevent himself from attaching to anyone...again. He puts on his usual façade, and allows himself only a sliver of actual happiness; if you could even call it that anymore.

You were going to be another customer, so he treated the evening as such. But there was something...about your face...

The wall begins to crack.

Kuroo pulls out the cash from his pocket and fans the bills in his fingers. “$62? ...This must have been every dollar she had.”

With an ironic sigh and brief smirk, he begins walking around the side of your house. “I hope I don’t regret this later.”

~~~

In total isolation, you sit upon the bed, hugging your knees; the occasional “hic” of your subdued sobbing the only thing breaking the silence. Then, a shadow interrupts the incoming moonlight. Just as it attracts your attention, there is a tapping on the window.

A voice calls to you. “Hey, could you let me in again?”

Meeting the set of eyes peering at you through the glass, you hurtfully yell back, “I thought I told you I wanted to be alone!”

“I don’t think now is the time for that.”

Your eyes widen. He caught you.

You turn your head away from him.

“Please let me in.” he insists. “......It’s cold out here.”

Wow.

Against your better judgment, you give in and open the window. “Fine. Get in here.”

Expressing his gratitude as he slides past you, Kuroo walks straight to the bed and climbs on. He positions himself against the wall, stretching his arm along the pillows.

“I won’t do more than what you’ll let me. Come.” He says, holding out his hand to you.

You’re not exactly sure what he means, but at this point you don’t care. All you know is that you don’t want to hurt anymore. Head lowered, you make your way over and sit beside him. Kuroo gently wraps his hand around your shoulder and over your arm.

He looks down at you, but you don’t return his gaze. Kuroo speaks to you softly. “You just wanted someone to snuggle, right?”

Upon hearing those words, a few more tears roll down your cheeks. You cuddle into his side and rest your head against his shoulder. Silence.

Enveloped in his warmth, your worn out body falls asleep almost instantly.

“Poor thing.” The hired friend whispers, peering down at your exhausted figure.

Kuroo leans his head back against the wall. Shifting his body slightly, he settles in and begins fighting his eyelids for control of his consciousness. Eventually, he succumbs to sleep.

~~~~

When you wake that morning, you find yourself tucked snugly in bed. Sitting up, dazed, you try to wake up. “Hmm? Did he really come back last night?...Or was it just a nice dream?” you say to yourself, still half asleep.

Your eyes wander around the room, looking for any kind of validation. That’s when you spot a small note stuck in the edge of your bedroom door. You crawl out of bed and slide it out. It reads:


I got called away. Sorry I left, but I figured you didn’t need me anymore.
I took my card back. I knew you wouldn’t want it. I'm sorry I ruined your night.

                                                                                                                              -Kuroo