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sakusa x reader - “memory”

genre: fluff

word count: 546

warnings: none

by the time you woke up, the bed was already missing the warmth of sakusa's body. you felt cold, and a little lonely despite the sunlight that slipped through the window that was left ajar. feet finding themselves on the floorboards that creaked with the added weight, you moved to face the gentle breeze that caressed your skin ever so gently in this clear blue day.

"i don't remember leaving the window open yesterday," you mused as you began your morning routine. a light feeling flowing through your bones as you started the day with a subtle smile on your face.

"—and i certainly didn't brew myself a cup of coffee in the middle of the night," you giggled, a little giddy as you reheated the coffee as instructed by the precise words left on a bright yellow post-it.

quiet, blunt, and distant; sakusa was never the type to open up about himself. it was a wonder that you managed to break through his thoroughly maintained words but you did. years later, he was still the same if not just a little bit more affectionate with his actions. never the one to mutter sweet love songs or profess his undying devotion to you, sakusa still found ways to make sure you knew he loved you like a man deprived of it.

when you could not, he remembers.

it has been about a month since you told him you had trouble waking up in the mornings but the light of the day never fails to do so. on days he could not stay to wake you up himself, he leaves the windows slightly open just enough to wake you before you chastise yourself for sleeping in.

it has been a year since you told him how you liked your coffee. on days he could not greet you with a cup in bed, he brews your cup of caffeine, exactly how you like it, and leaves it in the coffee maker with a little note to remind you to warm it up again.

it has been a year and a half since you told him what your favorite animal was. on days he was far away, the little plush toy he gave you a month back in your anniversary keeps you company so you wouldn't miss him too much. it never works as you end up missing him even more.

it has been two years since you missed a date because you were busy completing your job assignment. on days you found yourself deeply buried with work, you would wake up the following day with more room to breathe and a mysterious text that demands you to take care of your health more.

it has been five years since you told him you liked the glass clock that you saw while walking home from your first date together. on days he stayed behind for a few more hours of practice, you would stare at the clock that hung on your wall, a specially made one that mimicked the one you could not afford when you were still in high school.

your man was never the type to mutter sweet love songs or profess his undying devotion to you but he remembers and you wouldn't have it any other way.

"I'm not a pessimist, I'm a realist" -Sakusa Kiyoomi💛

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a/n: first piece for Sakusa! i had this lil scenario in my head for a while but wasn't sure who to write, decided it's s good start to one of my favorite boys. hope you like it! Likes, comments and reblogs are so so appreciated <3

honorable mentions: crackfic? fluff, mentions of a fight, 1k, cursing

synopsis: sakusa had a bad day, so you give him a massage.

Sakusa sighs.

It's a sound of contentment; at how your fingers move on his skin, applying just the right amount of pressure on his overly tense muscles, drawing circles with your thumbs.

He doesn't say much, but you know he's enjoying this. Sakusa isn't a man of many words; and even though that's never a problem for you, it's also the reason you fought that morning.

It wasn't anything worth fighting, it was just him being petty. There were times Sakusa could say something that would break your heart, but he would always choose silence when it came to apologizing.

Still, as soon as he stepped into your shared apartment, you knew something was wrong. Not because of anything particular showing on your boyfriends' handsome face- no, Sakusa didn't show his emotions; he was bad at showing the negative ones just as much as any other emotion.

He often looks irritated, at most, today he looks tired. Gaze lidded and lips pressed together slightly, anyone could tell he wasn't over the moon, but not many people could tell how bad -terrible- of a day he was having.

His gaze darts around the room until they find you; you're lying facedown on the couch, face smushed on the edge of a pillow as you bite on your bottom lip.

You don't feel it when your mountain of a boyfriend makes his way to you, the curly-headed boy with heavy steps, don't feel his somber gaze, only softening staring at your face.

You're frowning, phone screen illuminates your knitted brows at whatever you're watching, earphones on your heas giving out just a muffled voice. Sakusa is unaware of the smile settling on his lips as he reaches you.

Muscle memory does him dirty, Sakusa finds himself an inch away from planting a kiss atop your head, but the heavy feeling in his chest reminds him of the fight you had that morning.

"Omi?" You raise your eyes from your phone, as you feel his presence, eyes meeting the tired-looking ones, looking at you afflicted and defeated. You wait, but Sakusa doesn't utter a word, his gaze falling on his hands, adam's apple bobbing with his gulp.

You sigh, bringing yourself upright to face him. You can guess he must've had a hard day, you know he wants to apologize and pull you in his arms to wash the heavy day off, but you also know he's too stubborn and maybe a little scared to do any of that.

So instead, you bring your dainty hand forward to touch his, fingers reaching at his hesitantly. "Hey, Omi."

His hand grasps yours immediately, holding it between his rough ones and squeezing it as if reminding himself- you're still here. "Bad day?" You ask, but you don't need to hear an answer, you can already tell.

He doesn't answer, either, turning his head away from you and refuses to meet your eyes, but it only makes you smile. Sometimes he reminds you a little too much of a little boy.

"'m tired." Sakusa's voice rumbles as he finally gives in. "It's all too much."

You can tell. Sakusa's been in a foul mood for a while now, he's often stressed and frustrated- but he was careful not to show you anything, so you always had to piece together bits and pieces and guess what he was feeling.

"I know," your soft voice assures him, your fingers tracing shapes on his arm and giving him the kind of comfort he craves. "I know, love."

You bite your lip worriedly, eyes wandering over your boyfriend, rolling his neck with a groan; your eyes follow his movements as Sakusa brings his hand to his shoulder, flexing the muscles there uncomfortably.

And just then, an idea befalls you.

"Omi? Omi turn your back." You usher, your fingers grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it off of his curly head as he gives you confused stares, but hesitantly assists you, nonetheless.

"Love, what are you- oh." Sakusa blinks as he feels your fingers graze his skin, you lay your hands on his sculpted muscles, thumbs kneading into his strained back. "Ah."

You can't help a smile creep on your lips as you watch your boyfriends' eyes flutter close, mouth falling slightly agape to the feeling on his back. His back is hard as a rock, you realize, eyes widening when you feel how strained he is.

"Omi?" You call out to the boy who has his eyes closed, burrows furrowed, focusing on the slight burn of his shoulders. "Oh, god." You frown behind him, "you're so tense."

It takes Sakusa a few seconds to answer since he's too busy relishing in your touch. He doesn't say much, but the sigh that leaves his lips is enough to tell you how he feels. "Ah- love just a little low- mmh!"

The circular motions you're doing with your fingers have Sakusa putty beneath your touch, and you can't help but chuckle at him. When your fingers knead into a particularly hard spot, he jumps in his place with a curse muttered under his breath.

"What the hell?" You mumble, trying to relax the area but failing. "Omi, you're too tense! How can you even live like this?"

A chuckle rumbles behind his throat, and he looks up to meet your eyes. "You know, that has a name." He jokes, groaning right after as you push a little too hard on his back.

"Oh, really? And what's it's name?"

"Atsumu."

His answer has you breaking out in laughter, and him never losing his composure only adds to it. Finally, a smile ghosts his lips as you shake your head from side to side. "I'm not joking," he says smiling, "and the one next to it, a little low- mmh, that one-" Sakusa winces, "that's Komori."

"Is it now?" You laugh, pressing your fingers in Komori and make Sakusa take a deep sigh.

You work your touch on his back in silence, the thoughts of that morning still fresh in your minds, but it's only left as a bittersweet taste.

Wanting to dispute the grim thoughts you have and go back to the laughing banter you had with your lover, you speak up, once again. "I wonder where I am."

Sakusa's eyes snap open as he hears your voice, but there's no hesitation in his movements as his much bigger hand closes on yours, pulling it forward and placing it right on his beating heart.

His hand enclosed around yours as he presses yours on his chest, the movement feels way too intimate. He doesn't look at you, his obsidian eyes trained on his feet, but the slight blush of his ears gives away what he's feeling.

It's a silent apology, you realize. As you feel his fastening heart, feeling how nervous, how guilty he is.

You lean forward, just enough that your lips touch the smooth skin of his cheek. I love you, too, you think.