Let's hope not.
Kuroko quietly made his way down the sun lit hallway, a smothered yawn escaping his throat; the bluenet located the kitchen to fix him something for breakfast. Walking up to the window to take in all the morning had to offer him. The kitchen was warm and welcoming, the air filling his nostrils with a fresh vanilla scent. Closing his eyes to fully listen to the sweet melodies the early birds sang to complete this perfect morning, but all that was heard from the window before a loud clashing was the wailing cry of "Kurokochii~!" Luckily the preschool teacher still played a bit of basketball and avoided the oncoming human projectile. Before taking a glance at the intruder Kuroko gave a knowing guess as to who it was, and of course he was right on the money. The blonde had entered through a window Kuroko had left open the previous night; he couldn't quite recall what made him want to keep it open or if he had just forgot about it.
He'd be sure to make a note to keep it under pad lock next time, so a certain someone couldn't sneak in so easily. Turing to the model, Kuroko, sighed at the damage caused and began speaking with annoyance clearly laced in his voice "Kise…next time you come in through anywhere other than the door, I'm calling the cops."Then quickly adding" That doesn't mean I'm giving you permission to pick the lock like last time though." Kuroko finished sternly, noticing the taller flinch, turned to step towards the refrigerator only to stop in his tracks suddenly "Since you're here though," he paused as if weighing his choices carefully; after a few more seconds, seeming to finally decide on one, he asked slowly "you want to eat?"
Kise stared blankly awestricken at the question that seemed to take physical form and hang in the air cautiously. All he could do was blink for a few moments before a soft cough brought him back. Letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding in hopes the question wasn't a trick the blond hurriedly replied "E-eh, Sure! I'd love to eat, Kurokochii!" he exclaimed shining a smile to Kuroko who still had his eyes on the refrigerator.
It was a sad day that the police had to find Kise, the famous model all most all adored, huddled in a corner, blood dripping from his mouth muttering, speaking in a soft repeated chant "Kurokochii…Kurokochii…Kurokochii…"