[Kuroo's family had always prided themselves in working for the police in some sort of way. His aunt was a lawyer, his grandfather a detective, his father is regional judge and Kuroo, after years of training and studying, is police officer himself. The first few years working at the police station passed uneventful. Minor robberies, drug addicts, complaints from elderly people about 'pesky, loud music from those teenagers' and mountains of paperwork.
That's what Kuroo's life has been for a long time. He'd work from 7am to 15pm, pick up paperwork and drive home, work some more there and then repeat the cycle the next day.
Until a case came up. An actual case rolled in that promised not so calm month for Kuroo. On one side, he was excited about it, but on the other hand, it was business with mafia. Kuroo could deal with any type of criminal by now- he turned 29 two months ago and saw all sorts of people pass the hallways- from junkies to murderers.
But somehow, for some reason, whenever he had to talk to someone that's labelled as 'mafia' person, he'd get goosebumps crawl down his back. He's not scared of them, they can't intimidate him so easily either. But there was always something unsettling about it.
So when his fellow police officers and other police force stormed down the Tsukishima manor and interrupted the funeral of one of their family members, the chill came back to hassle Kuroo on back of his neck. He had his gun out, keeping an eye on the youngest from the family, according to the detectives. Tall, thin and blonde. He had his hands up but with a sneer on his face that's making Kuroo agitated like cat on hot, tin roof.]
Don't even think about it.
[Kuroo immediately said when he saw guy's fingers twitch. He never killed anyone, but his shooting is accurate and he's more than capable of injuring.]
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That's what Kuroo's life has been for a long time. He'd work from 7am to 15pm, pick up paperwork and drive home, work some more there and then repeat the cycle the next day.
Until a case came up. An actual case rolled in that promised not so calm month for Kuroo. On one side, he was excited about it, but on the other hand, it was business with mafia. Kuroo could deal with any type of criminal by now- he turned 29 two months ago and saw all sorts of people pass the hallways- from junkies to murderers.
But somehow, for some reason, whenever he had to talk to someone that's labelled as 'mafia' person, he'd get goosebumps crawl down his back. He's not scared of them, they can't intimidate him so easily either. But there was always something unsettling about it.
So when his fellow police officers and other police force stormed down the Tsukishima manor and interrupted the funeral of one of their family members, the chill came back to hassle Kuroo on back of his neck. He had his gun out, keeping an eye on the youngest from the family, according to the detectives. Tall, thin and blonde. He had his hands up but with a sneer on his face that's making Kuroo agitated like cat on hot, tin roof.]
Don't even think about it.
[Kuroo immediately said when he saw guy's fingers twitch. He never killed anyone, but his shooting is accurate and he's more than capable of injuring.]