Why Is Describing Something As Mundane As Walking To The Door So Hard To Do. I Could Write An Argumentative

why is describing something as mundane as walking to the door so hard to do. i could write an argumentative essay about rhetoric and effective communication about inspirational speeches from famous professional athletes faster in the time that i’m trying to think of something to write. anyways, i’m working on a fanfic so hopefully i’ll finish it soon :)

Love in the Mundane

Sakusa x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: idk

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago so it’s meh but enjoy :)

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It is 4:12 and the evening sun warms the apartment and Sakusa’s heart. 

It finally peeks through the turbulent clouds, breaking the gloomy day. Though it only appears for a short amount of time, he still marvels how it persists until the end of the day before dipping behind the horizon. 

It reminds him of the warmth of your palm against his and how it’s enough to warm his entire body. He relishes at the way it floods over and causes his heart to swell. Sakusa appreciates that he never has to fear life’s obstacles because you will never let go.

He has come to the epiphany that love does not have to be expressed extravagantly to be love, just how he likes it. He realizes love doesn’t have to be shouted at the top of his lungs atop a cliff; it can be as simple as the way Sakusa remembers how you like your showers hot like the burning pits of hell, the clumsy slow dances in the living room, and failed attempts to make homemade cookies. It can be as simple as a lone flower left from a bouquet he bought from a local florist that sits at the dinner table and while it lasts, adds a little more color to your home. 

Love tells him to repeat the same inside jokes that never fails to choke laughter out of you, the whiff of your body wash that has become his favorite scent, the bored look on your face that lifts when you meet his eyes. 

Love can be as mundane in moments like these where he can’t help but stare, utterly smitten.

It’s a regular Sunday during Osaka’s unkind winter and you’re reading a book on the white leather couch he picked out, eyebrows furrowed in concentration with reading glasses perched on your nose. Love can be simple but never dull with you. He softly hums the song you so passionately sing your heart out to.

You feel his scrutiny burn into your skin and tear your eyes away from the book, eyebrows furrowing even deeper into your nose. “Why are you staring at me?”

His mind is swimming in responses. He could say, ‘because why not?’ but by the inquisitive look written on your face, he knows you demand an explanation. 

“If you keep doing that, you’re going to get wrinkles,” he comments, concentrating as he places a finger at the middle of your forehead and drags it down the bridge before stopping at the tip of your nose. 

You scoff, eyes squinting in a playful glare, creating more wrinkles after he had smoothed them out. “By the looks of it, you’re mocking me.” 

You were both now delving deeper into competition and he wasn’t going to back down just yet. He was still going to put up a fight despite how weak his defenses are against you, porcelain versus stone.

“What makes you think that?” He raises a smug eyebrow. Oh, it’s on.

You cock your head to the side, an eyebrow also raised. “I don’t know. I just have a feeling you’re mimicking me.”

He copies you. “I have a feeling you’re mimicking me too.”

You both stare at each other for a while, too stubborn to lose to each other in the playful rivalry. He examines every slope, curve, and pore on your face and knows he has lost; melting under your gaze because he’s aware how feeble he is against the weapons you have over him. He is all too aware of how you were way too lazy to change out of pajamas this morning. Beautiful.

Subconsciousness tugs a smile at his lips and you immediately catch on. 

“Why are you smiling?”

He smiles a little wider, remnants of the same proud, charmingly boyish look from high school that still tugs your heartstrings and makes your chest clench. “It’s because I’m looking at you,” he playfully teases, but stares with the adoration of a child catching a firefly at dusk. 

You lean in even closer, a wide smirk on your face. “Oh, really?” 

Sakusa is unsure of how much more he can take. His resolve shakes as every thought is pushed out of his head and impulse fills every valley, crevice, nook, and cranny of his mind.

He leans in just centimeters away and gazes how love is etched into your skin, how love makes the apartment feel like home, how love is the most inviting feeling that welcomes him and it comes in the manifestation and personification of you. The way it allows him to enjoy the sentimentality of the mundane and the fragility of featherlight skinship that tickles and lingers, the way it makes him feel he is right where he needs to be, right where he belongs, and grounds him to a steadier flow of time. He knows he is home when he is with you.

The same question that had been kept safely in the depths of his mind is unveiled and now at the tip of his tongue, waiting to pounce.

“Marry me?” he whispers at the crown of your head. There was no going back now.

A low laugh rumbles your chest. Your brain is swirling for an answer as he waits. It is not often that you get to see the dauntless side of him.

“I will,” you say with soft finality. It was only a promise, but it felt fulfilling. 

It is moments like these that drives Sakusa to be impulsive, to tumble off a cliff that causes his mind to swirl mindlessly. Only around you does he find the heart to be bold, to be brave, to bite the bullet. He is reminded by the weight of the ring in his pocket and tells himself to be patient, summoning every ounce of self restraint, where he will officially ask when time is right. He hadn’t even thought of how he was going to ask, but as long as it’s out of love, it doesn’t matter.

He already imagines the ring snug around your finger, proudly wearing the symbol of love and devotion. His heart soars as high as the stars you believe represent the endless possibilities the universe has to offer. He only prays that the long awaited ‘yes’ is within the possible, the one in a lifetime opportunity of slipping the band on the finger next to your pinkie that will indicate you are happily taken, and brings you one step closer to lifelong partnership. With him.

“So you’re in love with me,” you teasingly punch his chest.

Sakusa rolls his eyes, causing a laugh to erupt from you. “I basically just proposed to you and you point it out now?” His voice is laced with impassive sarcasm, but the fond, tender look stays the same, unwavering.

“Which means you can’t get rid of me.”

He pulls you closer to the thrum of his heart. “Fine with me,” he mutters. 

i would like to tell mattsun that even if he is built like an asparagus and has early onset arthritis loving him has been okay i guess

picture this:

"say," he starts. "on a scale of one to ten if you were to rate how much you enjoyed loving me how would you rate--"

"a solid four," you blink. "maybe a 4 and a half on a good day," you later add with a snicker.

beside you, issei leans over to grab a pocky stick from the box in your hands. "bold of you to say shit like that as if i'm not the literal love of your life."

rolling your eyes, you turn to him after grabbing two, and make a show of biting into the biscuit as you huff. "you learned what the word literally means and have been using it wrong in just about every scenario i hope you know that."

"maybe," he shrugs, smiling in the way he savors the taste of matcha on his tongue. "but it gets your attention doesn't it?"

you nod your head, mildly impressed. "point taken."

the both of you delight in the silence offered, before issei smiles towards you, offering his words to tide over the peace in the matter. "i know you love me though," he says.

"bold of you to assume stuff like that," you laugh, but don't say anything more to argue with him. "but i'd give you a solid eight," you nod, after giving it a three second consideration.

"an eight," issei deadpans, like your words even do so much as wound him. "that's an awfully average score."

"when has our love ever been more than average?" you retort with a solid laugh. "from my point of view, eight's a pretty solid number, you know?"

"you're built like a fucking asparagus, and you complain about your joints every two seconds, but--"

"you love me," he adds, cutting you off. "you give me shark facts that i could have gone the rest of my life not knowing but--"

"--you love me the same," you finish, cutting him off as you mimic his smile.

leaning forward, issei just barely hovers over your lips as he smirks, saying, "somehow that eight feels like a ten though."

you smirk, holding his stare. "on a good day, maybe."

you know how i said i might post a tvd fanfic? yeah, i deleted it bc there was too much overwriting and it basically unfixable at this point so i’m going to be approaching it with a different idea

You have to come to terms that you chose the worst guy to simp for from this anime. Sakusa is an asshole, the only thing about him is that he’s pretty.

Accept it.

Sakusa isn’t an easy person to love.

He’s difficult, stubborn, his walls are sky high, he’s picky down to every last detail, and he never admits he’s wrong.

No, he’s not easy to love, but he’s worth the effort.

His heart burns with passion that’s raw, that’s so pure and runs so deep, the dig to the core never ends. He loves so endlessly, with unfiltered promises of something that lasts beyond forever.

He pays attention to every last detail, reads in between the finest of prints, his mind is always filled with you, from the bottom to the top, up to the very brim. His eyes miss nothing, and his intuition has honed itself to map you out in every way.

His smile is so pretty, so bright, that it brings the sun to its knees, with two dimples that were made for your fingers to poke. It’s beautiful not because it makes him that much more handsome, but because it’s capable of healing your soul, of erasing your pain.

His laugh is a breath of fresh air, he is boyish and he is charming under this moment of vulnerability, under the split second he bares his heart to you, letting you feel his joy with him as his hand finds its way to yours, connecting the two in the way your souls already have.

Sakusa knows he’s capable of brewing storms in your eyes, he’s well aware he can hurt. He can hurt so badly, so brutally, the strings by which your heart is attached are frayed at the edges. But he, till the day he dies, promises to stitch every tear and every rip, even if it costs him the strings of his own heart.

And Sakusa, far from perfect, far from the man he knows you deserve, far from capable, far from likable, far from desirable, is so giving, he offers you the world, the one he’s carried on his back even when the weight makes his knees buckle.

Because you, you are his one love, the one thing he has to himself, the one thing that he knows will remain his even if he is stripped of all that makes him who he is. Down to the very last fiber of his being, Sakusa Kiyoomi is yours.

His heart and mind and soul, his goals and dreams and aspirations, his past and present and future, they are all yours. They are carefully pressed to the palm of your hand, seeking shelter, searching for a place to call home so that he can take a moment and breathe.

He trusts you. He knows he’s not easy to love, but he trusts you so wholly, so blindly, it hurts. He trusts you to love him, to reach past the thorns so you can admire the petals.

Sakusa Kiyoomi’s love language is difficult to decipher, but he is fluent in you, and the words are clear, defined, immeasurable.

Sakusa is an enigma, the only thing about him that’s promised is his love for you.

Accept it <3

sorry for going completely disappearing off the earth. if you’ve stopped following me, i totally understand why.

that being said, while i have deviated from writing haikyuu fan writes, i’ve been really into a duology called these violent delights and i’m almost about done with a piece of work about that book series and i’m hoping to push it out next week or possibly even this week. so if you’re into that, i hope you’re excited :))

but this doesn’t mean that i don’t like haikyuu anymore because frankly, it’s the complete opposite of that; i still really enjoy it. i’m willing to take requests (they’ll just take longer to write because high school sucks :/) and i think it will give me more inspo for longer works. it’s just that i’ve been getting to reading published books more so that’s why this blog hasn’t been my main focus last year.

anyways so sorry the lack of activity on this blog, i’m hanging in there and i’m doing my best to nourish my creative writing but it’s very inconsistent so don’t get your hopes up too much if i push something out ;)