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he lurked around the corner, his sly hazel eyes following the stiff figure sitting in the dim light. the silhouette he watched from afar moved slightly, their [h/l] hair getting in their face as the breeze flew by. they moved their hands to put a strand of [h/c] hair behind their ears, making him shiver with the lightness of their moves. smooth and delicate, thatโs what they were to him.
kuroo had seen his new-found obsession a couple weeks ago. in a catlike manner, he stood beside an alley, smoking his god-knows-which-number cigarette of the day. as his fingers ran through his black, bed-head style hair, he saw a person run past him as they talked to a skull. immediately, he felt intrigued and gravitated toward the interesting person.
days later, he found out his obsession had a name: [y/n]. a brilliant detective, they were. their mind raced like kids on concrete, they could solve the eeriest crimes, unravel the most scrambled of mysteries. and there they stood once again, talking to a bloody skull like it was their best friend. in rather a shakespearean manner, [y/n] took their stride proudly, muttering about their latest case. the skull didnโt nod or interrupt โ for it was a skull, after all. maybe thatโs why they enjoy that object so much. it doesnโt talk back, he wondered.
he was very prone to obsession and he knew it. he would become hyper fixated on one thing on one day, and it would vanish in the next one. not a very healthy habit, but one he couldnโt break, much like the hardest chains one could ever be tied to. back to the dark corner in an empty street, kuroo saw [y/n] move. are they reaching for their skull? he giggled under his breath. instead of a skull, however, a person appeared and sat beside the detective.
did they have a partner? was that a romantic relationship he was seeing? no, it couldnโt be. apart from their incredible mental abilities and observation, [y/n] was also known for their emotionlessness. they were unattached, free of any sentiment. some people would even describe them as cold, a frigid aura with a sharp tongue and witty attitude. so who the hell was that person?
โwhat- what are you doing here?โ the person that had just arrived trembled against the bitter london weather. โitโs freezing cold! come on, now, come inside. iโve just made us some tea, wonโt you come, now...โ they patted [y/n]โs shoulder, motioning for them to go inside 221b, baker street.
โms. hudson, could you please be quiet? iโm thinking here.โ see? there you go. devoid of any compassion.
โthinking? is it for another one of your cases? well, think inside then. come on, now, or youโll catch a cold!โ
โms. hudson, please.โ they put their index finger in front of their mouth, indicating ms. hudson she should stay quiet in order for them to think. something told kuroo they would be highly bothered if she did otherwise. swiftly, they placed both their hands underneath their cheeks in a sort of prayer motion, and closed their eyes.
โno, no, no! enough of this. itโs 2am, [y/n], and you will come inside. you can think later!โ ms. hudson grabbed [y/n] by the shoulders, making them stand up rather abruptly. then, she wrapped them around a red blanket for comfort. as they went up to [y/n]โs flat, kuroo could hear faint exclamations of โif youโre not my housekeeper, ms. hudson, why are you doing this? youโre not my mother either, are you?โ coming from the detective.
as he watched both of them leave, he began to fall into a spiral of rage. who the hell was ms. hudson? that could not have been a friend of [y/n] [y/l/n]. [y/n] [y/l/n] had no friends. who dared to come near his precious treasure? he felt betrayed. he felt disgusted. he felt jealous.
lost in his own thoughts, kuroo was awakened by a tap on his shoulder. โyou ready?โ someone asked. turning around, kuroo saw kenma kozume, his equipment safe in his black backpack. he tilted his head to the left, wondering what put kuroo in such a transe. โproblem?โ the shorter one asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
shaking his head, kuroo responded. โn-no, iโm okay. come on, weโve got shit to blow up.โ kenma nodded in response and kuroo let out a soft chuckle.
if he was going to catch [y/n]โs attention with one move, he might as well make it grand.
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