disclaimer: a bit gory... heahaha?

"have you ever heard
of a y/n ushijima?"

"hm... nope doesn't
ring a bell?"

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kuroo sat patiently, waiting for you to speak first.

"do you always have to make things complicated?" kuroo grazed his hand through your hair. you shook your head.

"y'know... i've been trying to get to know you, but you don't wanna cooperate," he grasped a chunk of your hair and chopped it off with a knife that he kept in his pants 24/7. now, 1/4 of your hair was shoulder length.

you gasped from the sudden movement and your new hairstyle.

"could you tell me why you don't talk to me?"

you gave him a scowled look and gave in.

"you're mean? i could list a lot," you flinched, hoping he wouldn't get violent. but he understood, he knew he was hard on you and possessive. he sighed, laying next to you as he tossed the knife to the other side.

"i'm sorry, y/n..." he held onto your arms, a tear falling down his cheek. you weren't sure what to do except hug him. you've never seen kuroo cry over anything nor see him upset at all. "i haven't been good to you, but i hope you know that i'm trying,"

he was hurting inside and trying to translate his emotions into words.

"it's fine," you slid your hand from his back to his shoulders, trying to see his face.

bokuto went inside the room holding a bag with your f/f, lightly singing "gimmeee, gimme love gimme gimme love,"

he stopped in his tracks when he saw kuroo wasn't okay.

"what happened?" you read his lips. you looked away, not wanting to be the one to answer.

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kuroo and bokuto told you that your case was closed and that everyone gave up on you. that was until a loud knock on the door.

"go go go!" kuroo rushed bokuto while he grabbed you and placed you in a small compartment that was made just for you.

"sorry, princess," bokuto kisses you on the forehead and closes the compartment, leaving you locked inside.

third p o v

"how can we help you?" bokuto greeted the officers and the man in the suit, that was standing at their front door.

"hello, you're bokuto kōtarō and kuroo tetsurō?" the man in the suit said.

"yeah, that's us!" he held kuroo's hand. bokuto did share enough love for kuroo and y/n, but kuroo only had enough for y/n.

"i'm officer nekira, i'm a detective and i'm taking care of a case about a missing high schooler. we'd like to ask you some questions," they bowed and bokuto welcomed them in.

the detective took a seat on their green silk couch while the officers stood by, waiting for the signal.

"so i'm sure you're familiar with wakatoshi ushijima?" officer nekira asked as he set his files and photos down on the coffee table. bokuto's eyebrows raised in suspicion when he saw himself danging from the sunroof of his car in a printed photo.

"yes, we are," kuroo answered.

"so are you aware of the situation of his sister?"

"his sister?" kuroo said. the officer hummed.

"have you ever heard of y/n ushijima?" the officer pointed to a picture of the girl.

"hm... nope, doesn't ring a bell," kuroo said.

"no wait!" bokuto interrupted. he realized that the officer knew kuroo and bokuto picked up y/n the night she went missing. "she's the girl that was walking home!" he patted the table.

"oh yeah," kuroo went along with bokuto's plan.

"yeah yeah yeah! i remember! we picked her up and we dropped her off at this really shady place! she said it was her destination though, so we just left her there," bokuto sighed.

"in the footage, it did not seem like she was conscious, though?" the officer pointed out.

"she tripped and fell, but she was awake in the car when we woke her up," kuroo explained. officer nekira signaled the officers behind him to begin searching.

"hey! what are you doing?!" kuroo tried to stand up but a cop sat him back down.

"i need to see a warrant! this is against my rights!" bokuto yelled.

"now now, boys... why are you getting so flustered? hiding something?" nekita picked his files back up.

"you'll hear from my lawyer!" bokuto tried to escape restraints. bokuto knew he didn't have a lawyer yet or an attorney but he had nothing else to yell.

all the cops returned back to the living room shaking their heads, which meant they found nothing. they didn't find y/n.

"uncuff them," officer nekita sighed. he showed them a warrant. "sorry you two, but we will be back," nekita said as they all walked out.

"holy shit..." kuroo breathed out as his anxiety levels slowly went down.

"holy shit my ass! they almost touched y/n!" bokuto placed his hands on his hips.

they both walked to the compartment that held y/n and opened it up.

"Y/N!?" they both took a step back to find out that y/n was nowhere to be found.

they looked around everywhere only to find the window was left open. the boys stared at each other, distraught and heartbroken. how could y/n do this to them? they thought she was finally happy with them.

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2nd p o v

"k-kenma?" you breathed out as he was carrying you.

"hey..." he looked at your new hairstyle and caressed your cheek.

"i thought they killed you-"

"i thought so too," kenma lifted up his shirt to show a wound. you lifted up his shirt for him and continued to stare at it, hovering your fingers over it.

"let's get you home?" kenma asked.

"huh? o-oh... yeah," you said with an unsure voice.

"don't tell me you want to go back, y/n?"

"no! no..." you said as you thought to yourself. you didn't want to go back, but you did feel bad for leaving them, they adored you and really loved you.

"can you stand?"

"yeah," you got on your feet and started to walk down an alleyway that was close to the ushijima residence. kenma and you were walking on the abandoned highway, from the distance you could hear drifting and an engine revving.

"kenma? do you hear that?" you stopped in your tracks. you turned your head to see a familiar car zooming towards you, but kenma pushed you out the way.

resulting in his head detaching from his body from the speed of the car. your pupils dilated and you shuffled backward. you focused your attention on who was inside, and it was the one and only bokuto.

"i thought you killed him!" bokuto yelled to the man in the passenger seat, which was kuroo.

"i thought so too! at least you finished the job?" kuroo chuckled a bit. you were in shock and almost couldn't move till you got a hold of reality so you tried to run but bokuto grabbed you and tossed you inside the car.

"are you okay, princess? did he touch you? that sick bastard..." bokuto rubbed his thighs, which meant he was nervous. you always behaved around the boys, so the mischief you caused today was a surprise to them.

"did you plan this?" kuroo said with a monotone voice. you stayed silent. he turned his head and raised his voice. "did you plan this?!"

"n-no! how could i!?" you retorted grabbing kuroo's arm, which was a mistake. kuroo stepped out and smudged his hand in the blood that was splattered on the window.

it's kenma's blood.

kuroo got back inside and rubbed the blood on your face, causing your breathing to speed up and hyperventilate.

"you see that!? you're covered in his blood! it's all your fault! you selfish-" you started bang on the window (if u watch euphoria just think about jacob and his dad fighting lol).

"what- what's she doing?" bokuto asked as he focused on his driving.

"having another bitch fit." kuroo answered.

you felt guilty for kenma's death, you felt guilty for actually liking the two boys who kidnapped you. you feel guilty for putting everyone through danger and worry.