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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.
how the haikyuu boys fall in love with you + relationship aesthetic
featuring; sakusa, atsumu, suna x f!reader
warning; fluff <3
notes; the reader beats them in confession cause we a baddie
sakusa kiyoomi
this man honestly wasn’t looking for a relationship during high-school, he believed it was best if he kept his attention on his grades and volleyball and keep romance for when he graduated. it’s not like he hasn’t tried. this decision of his was happened after some failed relationships. they were either mad at him for not paying much attention to them, or they were just too touchy and annoying to handle. him being a germaphobe didn’t mean he hated skin to skin contact, he just never felt comfortable under their touch (he realized how they didn’t follow some basic hygiene rules). but then *boom* a new student transfers to their school; you.
there wasn’t exactly something that made you stand out from the rest. you were smiling and kind like some, sarcastic and witty like other, and could both be calm and energetic. he first personally met your when komori introduced you to him, you both had met when the teacher paired you two partners in an assignment. sakusa didn’t pay much attention to you until you became a frequent part of his life due to komori. you and his cousin hit it off easily, with your kind nature and angelic smile, no wonder you two were two peas in a pod. with you always sitting with them during lunch and hanging out with them after school, he started to pay attention to you. how you cleaned your hands before and after eating, never invading his personal space, pushing komori away after volleyball practice because he was sweaty and how you kept on talking about how you admired the way they so passionately played the sport. it was also the way you cared deeply about them, having a hand sanitizer ready just for him, helping them out when they needed advice, your little actions of kindness that always seemed to brighten their days. it was different from what he experienced with the other girls, and without realizing, he started opening conversations with you, wanting your input on things and desiring to learn more about you and at the same time, falling deeper and deeper for you.
with the first two months of school passing by, he started to notice how you were more touchy with komori. you never held sakusa’s hand or give him hugs to congratulate him. but why was he so bothered? he hated the way his stomach sunk once he noticed your closeness with his cousin, or how his heart clenched when you were close to any guy from the school. but when he finally found the guts to ask komori about the way he felt, that’s when he realized he fell for you, hard, might i add. he didn’t want to feel this way, romance was a no no for high-school, he was supposed to concentrate on his grades and volleyball, not getting all lovey-dovey with a girl. and tried to cleanse those persistent thoughts about you from his mind, but no. he couldn’t stop the way he dreamed about how your hands would feel against his body, your lips on his skin, your words of encouragement only directed towards him. so he decided on sticking by your side patiently waiting for the coursge to confess to you; which always managed to leave his body whenever he opened his mouth.
so imagine his surprise, when one day after a practice match you come in front of him to wipe his sweat with a towel in your hands, and tell him about how amazing he was with a subtle blush on your cheeks. he was also supporting his own blush behind the mask he immediately put on. and when you asked him to meet you behind the school building with your hands behind your back, he could only nod, afraid of his own voice betraying him if he spoke. and that day he learns about your crush on him, and when asked why your avoided touching him, you had told you were afraid to make him uncomfortable with the things you heard about him from everyone. he tells you he doesn’t mind the touch if it’s from you and you smile up at him, finally making his dreams come true when you lean to kiss him on the lips.
miya atsumu
now this guy right here, he can be very arrogant and full of himself around his friends and girls. because c’mon, he was miya atsumu! the best setter there ever was. with all the girls practically throwing themselves at him (which only continued to increase his ego btw), he was indeed the golden boy of the school and every girl’s dream. except you it seemed.
when you first started their school, lots of people talked, because joining a school like theirs in the middle of the year? that wasn’t a sight they saw every day, and it was no surprise that you were in the top class. atsumu actually heard about your from kita, he was assigned with showing you around the school and managed to hit it off with their captain. he told them how he offered you to become their manager, knowing that you wouldn’t turn out to be yet another fangirl. and manager you did become. your presence was life changing and everyone could notice it. you took your time to get to know everyone, forming a special bond between you and each of the players; it was life like you were their safe haven. you also made sure to learn about volleyball while being their manager, believing that this way, you could help them grow as players and as a team, and atsumu cherished that about you. whenever he felt down or not good enough, you always managed to cheer him up by telling him how stupid he was by hitting his head. you would comfort him and let him know he was not a failure, and that one little mistake didn’t define who he was.
matched with you by their side were also the best. with cheering every single one of them, throwing stink eyes at the other teams that dared to jab a word at them, going up to the stands to silence the girls that never learned to be quiet during his serve. these were just some of the many things he loved about you. you weren’t just their manager by name, but also by heart; just like how he did with volleyball. you gave it your 110%. and atsumu never stopped telling you these, but not the way you did. he preferred teasing you, always confident and proud while talking about himself, he didn’t know when it started but he knew at some point his words about you weren’t on a friendly level anymore. he wanted you to realize how amazing you were, and he wanted you to see how he was perfect. he always tried to keep his tough facade in front of you, yet you always managed to catch the moments where his confidence always faltered and when you didn’t make fun of him like his friends but chose to spend time with him to cheer him up—he knew he was down bad. now his minds was 24/7 you. your smile, voice, the way your eyes lit up at his serves, his stomach filling with butterflies as he learns you were proud of him after each game.
and this only made him tease you more. he couldn’t leave your side, always wanting to be around your presence. only your words of encouragement mattered, he only searched for your eyes while during his games. so one day, he finally builds the courage to ask you out—he couldn’t keep his feelings to himself anymore. each time you were near him his mouth was on the brink of spilling every single thing he felt for you; and his twin made sure to make fun of him about that every damn time. he decided on asking you out after their game—like a victory date (he had the upmost confidence that they’d win). but what he wasn’t expecting was for you to run into his arms and land a big kiss on his lips the second they won the game. too shocked to process he watched with wide eyes as you pull away from him with a big grin on your face. and once the reality of things settles down on him, he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist to kiss you deeper.
that night he learns it was osamu who told you about his feelings which resulted in that day’s events. you end up holding back atsumu from beating up his twin while trying to keep in your laughter.
suna rintarou
please this man is a hopeless case. there is literally no girl that interests him in school because, and i quote “they’re boring”. he did obviously try to be in a relationship with multiple girls, he didn’t reach the statement before from no experience. and of course he had his own group of girls that fawned over him, but did be care? no. the whole school knew him as the boy who blackmailed people (pls i fully believe he would actually do this), he somehow always managed to get his eyes and ears on the latest tea and had organized folders of his whole teams cursed pictures. (atsumu had the biggest one).
ah just like how every romantic book/movie ever goes, you joined their school; and you were different. you had come from fukurodani, so you knew about the volleyball team in inarizaki. having the opportunity to meet the players as well. and that’s how suna recognized you. it was during lunch time when he was eating with the twins when you caught his eye (definitely not due to your loud laugh). you had already managed to form a group of friends, you were a sociable person, polar opposites with him; he was more of an introverted kind. and when the twins didn’t miss the ways his eyes looked at you, immediately calling out to you to join their table. eyes wide and a little shy, you had accepted their offer. it was weird, how easily you hit it off with the twins, one look from the outside and it would seem as if you knew them your whole life. but what really caught his attention was when you asked them if they wanted the see the pictures you took during the volleyball games. he was surprised when you showed the trio multiple pictures of them in the most ridiculous angles and poses, it was easy to say he was bewitched.
he wouldn’t leave you alone, managing to find you wherever you were in school and talk about the stories behind his own cursed pictures. he had practically begged you to share the ones you took, which you accepted only if he gave you some too. from that day on a beautiful friendship formed between the two of you. you shared your foods, when to each others houses to hangout, or go out on late night walks to chat about nothing but pure nonsense. face-times with him were also very amusing, with the both of you trying to capture bad pictures of each other you never managed to bore him. and suddenly the “ugly” pictures he took of you weren’t so ugly anymore, rather they were ethereal. he started to admire how you always managed to look pretty in front of a camera (of course he wouldn’t admit that to your face). now whenever you two hung out, he made sure to take extra pictures of you, deciding that your folder could never have enough. and as the days passed, you coming over to him had him flustered more. the way you laid your head against his shoulder while watching a movie, or borrowing his hoodie and never giving it back; they weren’t friendly actions for him anymore. he wanted to cuddle you, keep you forever in his arms as he basked in your scent. he wanted you to keep his hoodies because as cliche as it sounded, you look much better in them (plus it made him proud when it was his hoodies you were wearing outside).
he really wasn’t planning on confessing. he was scared; hopeless like i said in the beginning. and he believes that always taking pictures of you was his best way of flirting—pls this man actually believed he was smooth with it. and one day when you scolded him for saving them, he caught both of you off-guard when he told you, you looked pretty and cute in them. he doesn’t let it show but he’s extremely nervous on the inside, like, he told the truth so maybe you would let him save the pictures? he almost fell down from his seat when you puled his face closer to your with both of your hands and demanded when he was going to confess to you. and when he couldn’t form sentences to respond you, you had huffed with your arms crossed claiming how you were running out of patience. so he does what his stupid brain could only think in that moment, and tells you he thought you two were already dating, which now leaves you with a shocked expression. anyways this is the turning point in your relationship and now he can have as many cuddles as he wants, though the only thing he regrets is the fact that he’s running out of hoodies to wear.
„So Much For My Happy Ending“ (Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader)
A/N: I listened to Avril Lavigne‘s song „My Happy Ending“ and it tore me apart and this OS was born.😅 I changed the story so it’s not based on a break up and bad experiences in terms of toxic relationships but on something else.
Genre: ANGST! Hurt without comfort! This is my first angst story and please don’t read it if death or this story starts to trigger you! PLEASE! MDNI!
Trigger Warnings: death, grief of a loved one
Kiyoomi Sakusa just finished another typical day of intense volleyball training for the upcoming season and heads first into the showers before anyone else.
He is always keeping an eye on the clock to come out of training as soon as he can and that behavior brought attention to his teammates.
The ravenette has been a lot more quiet recently and isolating himself from his teammates more and more since about three months now. Declining all offers on going out, not staying late for more practice and never waiting on anyone after practice usually finishes at 5 p.m.
The whole team was concerned for their introverted Outside Hitter, since he also lost weight and the dark circles under his eyes make him look empty and tired. Like a lifeless vessel that’s barely holding himself up but by the mere strings of a puppeteer.
Right now, Kiyoomi finishes getting dressed, when he saw his Captain approaching him with slow steps out of the corner of his eye.
Meian decided it would be best if he tried to approach his younger teammate with carefully chosen words. He starts lean against some of the lockers before talking to Kiyoomi.
"Hey, uh… Sakusa. You up for a game night at my place? The rest of the team is coming too. I just thought we haven’t done something together as a team in a while and maybe you will have fun.” Meian tries.
But Kiyoomi immediately turns the offer down.
"No thank you. I see and deal enough with craziness over day, I don’t need it at night too.”
Meian frowns at that, trying to convince him other wise.
"Come on, I am sure you don’t have any better things to do-“
"I said no.” Kiyoomi begins to stand up slowly and glares in anger at his Captain beneath his medical mask.
The Middle Blocker is not fazed by his sudden anger but takes a few steps back while holding his hands up in a calming matter.
"Okay okay, sorry man.”
Just as Kiyoomi wants to leave, the blonde Setter, Miya Atsumu accidentally bumps into him.
“Whoops. Sorry Omi, my bad.”
The touch of Atsumu’s arm against his own sends Kiyoomi in a rage, quickly grabbing Atsumu’s shirt before slamming him into the lockers.
The sudden loud noise startles the entire team, completely caught off guard by Kiyoomi’s very unusual behavior. They know that Sakusa is not fond of his teammates or anyone touching him but this reaction was not what they expected, it was extreme.
Atsumu grunts in pain before he starts yelling at him.
"Oi! What the hell’s ya problem-“
"Don’t you dare touch me again with your filthy germs. You stay five feet away from me at all times, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me! I don’t need to carry your diseases to other people.” The curly-haired ravenette glares daggers into Atsumu’s face.
The Setter returns the anger before pushing his teammate off of him.
"Ya know what? Yer have been a real pain in the ass lately, I get that cha don’ like it when people touch ya but ya need to calm yer ass down! Ya been actin’ worse than me in mah teenage years!” Atsumu growls at him.
"Hey hey you two, calm down-“ Bokuto stands between the Setter and the Outside Hitter, before someone seriously gets hurt.
Without saying anything, the ravenette hastily grabs his stuff and leaves the locker room in a rush.
"I wonder what’s going on, he’s like his complete opposite and he never loses his cool like that.“ Their Libero proclaims.
The rest of the team agrees with the light-haired teammate.
Flipping to the next page in the book you’re currently reading, your tired eyes turn to the clock on the wall. It’s already 5:36 p.m. and your lover still hasn’t turned up. You hope he is okay, usually he is always on time at 5:15 p.m. to come and visit you after his training was over.
Closing and setting the book aside on your side table, you begin to sit up on the side of your bed.
You look up on the I.V. bag that currently has temozolomide dripping into your vein on your arm. Letting out a deep sigh, you begin to stand up but your body immediately tells you to stop as you lose your balance and fall down on the bedside again. Huffing out in annoyance now, you try to hold your grip on the infusion stand and holt yourself up.
As you were taking a few shaky steps, you hear your door open.
Looking up in curiosity, your eyes shine in excitement at your lover’s presence.
Kiyoomi is disinfecting his hands when his dark eyes found yours.
With a few quick steps, he is right beside you to offer help.
"My love, what are you thinking? Why didn’t you get one of the nurses?” He scolds you gently.
You shrug off his scolding and begin to explain.
"I needed to use the restroom and I don’t want to bother the nurses. They already have so much to do and I was afraid you weren’t going to show up, so I decided to do it myself.”
Your fiancé opens the bathroom door for you, making sure you get in safely and having the Infusion stand not scratching up the frame of the bathroom door.
"Please call me if you need anything.”
“Will do my love, thank you.”
Breathing out deeply, Sakusa walks back to your bed and sinks back into the chair right next to the bed. Rubbing his face with his rough hands, he wishes he could have come sooner to see you.
A few minutes later, he hears the sound of the toilet flushing and the running water of the sink.
Opening the door again, you see Kiyoomi with his hands on his face, looking extremely tired.
You frown at your lover‘s stance, walking with careful steps while still having the infusion stand in your hand.
Whispering his name gently, the ravenette looks up to you with red eyes, fresh tears staining his pale cheeks.
Running your fingers through his locks, you grab both of his cheeks, gently wiping away his tears.
As you give him a small smile, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him towards you, while Kiyoomi hugs your fragile body.
Two months later, the Outside Hitter stands on the balcony of your shared apartment in the freezing night, staring ahead, as he remembers your last breath you took after saying ‚I love you‘ one last time.
Kiyoomi looks up into the cold star-filled sky, his breath visible to the naked eye.
He scoffs under his breath and feels his eyes getting watery.
"So much for my happy ending with you, huh (Y/N)?”
@rukia-uchiha-98
A/N: I don’t know, lack of sleep is making me write angst. I apologize. Got the inspiration from watching 'Puss in Boots : The Last Wish', personal work experience and a story that I played in the game 'MeChat'.
If there’s one thing Kiyoomi Sakusa loathes about his work, it’s the job itself.
The job to take life, wether it be young or old, sick or healthy, man or woman.
He is not an assassin, or a bounty hunter or a hitman.
They can quit their job if they want.
He can’t.
He is always working. 24/7. No vacations or time off since the beginning of time.
Currently, he is standing in the doorway in a hospital room with a blank face, watching a family bid their goodbyes to their father.
End stage of leukemia.
Kiyoomi knows this man has been fighting his disease for a long time.
But the man‘s body is too tired to continue the fight.
Every living being has a glow around them. A warm light of sorts.
Whenever a person or an animal is in the process of passing away, the ravenette sees light sparks leaving the body. Like a fire slowly going out, the last remains of the flame flickering into the dark night.
He hears the faint flatlining of the monitor and the family bursts into tears, it is like déja vu because he has been through this too many times before.
The cries, the grieving, the last sparks leaving the person‘s or the animal‘s body.
Walking to the man‘s body, Kiyoomi lifts his hand and places it on his non-movable thorax.
Feeling the soul of the man, he gently pulls it out of his body, putting it into a vial that he uses for protecting the souls until he arrived back into his dark demension of what he calls home.
Leaving the room without looking back, he arrives back home.
Entering a dark room, some of the souls light up in his presence, almost like single fireflies.
He carefully takes the vial out of his inside pocket, placing it on the shelf on his left side.
Kiyoomi has a place for each soul.
Left is for adults and old people.
The middle is for animals.
And on the right shelf, children.
Lately, Kiyoomi found himself watching over you a lot.
You’re extremely adventurous, loving the excitement and adrenaline that goes through your body.
Whenever you try something knew, Kiyoomi stands close by, watching as you dodge death like a bullet so many times.
Today you’re trying out skateboarding.
Out of all the souls he has seen so far, your soul shines the brightest.
It’s almost like Kiyoomi is drawn to it, sort of like an undefined force.
You roll down the hill with protective gear on your knees and elbows, gaining speed very quickly.
Sitting on the roof of a house, his black orbs observe you like a hawk.
All of sudden, Kiyoomi hears a car coming from the right side of the intersection you’re cruising down on.
You’re not slowing down.
You don’t see the car.
Kiyoomi‘s eyes widen with fear, he jumps down and races towards you.
All that is left to hear, is a screeching of car tires.
[ sakusa kiyoomi ! soulmate au ]
it had been years since your own soulmate has rejected you. due to the nature of the message, one would assume it was cruel, but you couldn’t help but find it so despite how how your heart crushed when you had first seen it. it was simple and clear, the only sentence they had ever written you.
i don’t want a soulmate, please don’t contact me. sorry.
there were no conversations shared after you had responded with a simple ‘got it,’ and waited a few moments, making sure to give them time to view it before you erased the words to prevent the way your eyes seemed a little blurry every time you saw them.
when you had explained the situation to your friends, one of them looked you dead in the eyes, their eyes wide, and questioned how you seemed too nonchalant. they questioned if you understood what that had meant, that you would be alone forever, and you simply shrugged.
it wasn’t as if the situation didn’t affect you. of course, within all years you grew up, you tended to feel a little upset when you watched how other soulmates seemed so in love, how they completed each other upon first sight when the person made to love you didn’t want you, and of course you cried here and there, but one fact remained.
there was nothing you could do.
you weren’t going to pathetically and desperately try to change their mind. you had enough faith that if they changed their mind, they would grab a pen and make the first move themselves, especially since you were no longer kids.
you weren’t going to ruin your own life over someone you didn’t even know, so instead, you held your head high and moved on, and all your efforts were enough to let you intern and work with the manager of the MSBY black jackels. after talking with the lady, who seemed so overworked that you weren’t sure the salary could even be worth it, you found yourself finally standing in front of the team.
“guys, this is [y/n]. they will be sitting in on practice for the following two weeks, please don’t bother them.”
you offered a polite smile and a wave. “hello, it’s a pleasure meeting you all. if you need any help, don’t hesitate to ask.”
the exhausted manager proceeded to introduce them one by one, and while they were all very attention grabbing, your eyes only lingered more than necessary on one who coincidentally happened to be staring at you, eyes wider in an emotion you couldn’t make out.
sakusa kiyoomi.
it took you a few days to get comfortable with the overly chaotic team and it didn’t take long until atsumu finally brought up the over-used question that no longer made you flinch. “so, have you met your soulmate yet? they’re one lucky motherfucker.”
you almost snorted at the irony. instead, you hummed in disagreement, purposely acting unaware of how sakusa actually seemed to be interested in the conversation for once, how he immediately stopped his actions, eyes set on you as he watched your ever move as you scrolled through instagram. “flattering, ‘tsumu. i haven’t.”
the ball of sunshine that was hinata tilted his head curiously, eyes wide. “woah, do they live far? how come you haven’t met them yet?”
“oh, they rejected me.” you stated calmly, voice clear of any emotions. everyone seemed to freeze and you could have sworn you heard sakusa suck in a breath loudly, but you glanced up and offered a smile. “it’s fine, please don’t worry! it happened years ago, i’m already over it.”
atsumu blinked. “so… does that mean i can ask?”
meian immediately smacked the back of his head, apologetically glancing at you, but you only let out a light laugh. despite how the faux blond was very rude at times, you thought it was nice for him to ask first. after all, you had uncountable encounters where you hadn't even finished your answer before you were bombarded with rude, nosy questions. "yeah, i don't care. what's on your mind?"
immediately, miya, hinata and bokuto were slumped in front of you, legs crossed and attention undivided. they reminded you of little kids waiting for a reward, and you couldn’t help the small amused smile pulling on your lips as you shut your phone, taking note of how sakusa stood behind them, leaning on the wall with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.
“when did it happen?”
“i was ten.”
“did it hurt?”
“like physically?” you snorted, your amusement growing when the three nodded quickly. “no, it did not. it hurt a little emotionally, of course, but nothing physical.”
“what are you planning to do in life without a soulmate? will you fall in love with someone else?” bokuto gasped curiously, leaning closer, and you raised an amused eyebrow.
“contrary to popular belief, romantic love isn’t everything. i think i can survive alone, bokuto.”
he pouted. “that sounds so miserable, though! i have no idea what i would do without my keiji, [y/n]! how are you still alive?”
meian immediately pulled the athlete up with a scolding frown, but you let out a small laugh. “you can’t exactly miss something you never had, you know?”
“but still! i—“
“enough, you mannerless little shit.” meian sighed tiredly, shooing the two other athletes out as he dragged bokuto outside. the room was now empty with the exception of you and sakusa, and considering the man had never spoken a word to you before, nonetheless did anything but frown at you, surprise was an understatement to what you felt once he quickly took a seat in front of you, replacing the others with an even more distressed expression than bokuto had a few seconds ago.
“can i ask you a few questions?”
you blinked in slight surprise, then slowly nodded. “sure, go on.”
he swallowed harshly. “what— what would you do if your soulmate suddenly just wrote to you?”
for an odd unidentifiable reason, the question felt even more personal than any question you had ever asked before as you tilted your head in slight thought. “well, i would give them a chance.”
he frowned. “that’s stupid. they broke your heart, rejected you before they even knew you and you would give them a chance that easy?”
you stared blankly at sakusa, who seemed to realize his words immediately and grimace, swallowing harshly. “sorry— fuck. look, it’s just…”
he groaned for a second before he buried his face into his palms hopelessly and you resisted the urge to reach over and pat his head in a pathetic attempt to comfort him, your intense confusion distracting you as you patiently waited for him to continue. after a few seconds, he finally sucked in a breath, looking up with exhausted eyes and a frown.
“i may have rejected my soulmate when i was young and i’m too much of a coward to actually contact them again because why the fuck would you give your soulmate another chance after they rejected you? fuck, i have been through hell and i’m the one who made the decision!”
you blinked once, then twice, slowly registering his words, before shrugging. “i think that’s just because you’re a coward, sakusa.”
he pouted. you thought the sight was adorable and you ignored the sudden urge to squish his cheeks, mentally scolding yourself. you had more important things to focus on other than how utterly adorable he was.
“what have you got to lose?” you hummed, leaning over and resting your elbow on your thigh, your cheek resting on your palm. “you already said it yourself, you feel like hell. are you going to live the rest of your life simply wondering when you have the chance to change it and fix what you ruined as a child?”
he groaned loudly. “what if they weren’t as forgiving as you, [y/n]! what if they reject me?”
“well, they would have the right to, obviously,” you started, deadpanning. he visibly sulked, and you mentally groaned at how affected he was at this. why couldn’t your soulmate be anything like the attractive man regretting all his life decisions in front of you? you truely had the worst luck. “but, at least you wouldn’t have to wonder anymore, and even if they do reject you, they would probably take it back after a while, anyways. you’re soulmates, dude.”
he frowned as he considered your words, before he nodded slowly. “okay. fuck, okay, what’s the move?”
you blinked. “why are you asking me that?”
“you’re coaching me throughout this.” he stated blankly, and you would have immediately told him that you were definitely not qualified for that if it wasn’t for the fact that his hands were shaking. you sighed, reaching over and grabbing a pen from your pocket before you held it out. the way he immediately grabbed it without even bothering to satanize it first showed you how stressed he was, so you calmly stared at him until he huffed, looking up. “okay, i can do this. tell me what to write.”
you shut your eyes, leaning back in your seat with a tired sigh. this was definitely not what you signed up for when you decided on this job. “give me a minute to think. any prompts?”
“you’re too slow, i can’t wait anymore.” he hissed, and you heard the pen cap fall on the ground. you snorted loudly, ignoring how your arm suddenly felt a little numb.
“well, you certainly had no problem waiting years.” you muttered humorously. however, there was no remark from sakusa and you finally forced your eyes open when you noticed how quiet it was, your gaze falling on a wide-eyed sakusa, lips parted in disbelief. and to your disbelief, his gaze wasn’t on his arm, it was on yours, where there was suddenly a neatly scribbled sentence.
would you give me a chance if i asked?
it was silent for a few seconds as both of you stared blankly at your arm before you managed to swallow harshly, lifting your gaze up. once your eyes met, you couldn’t help but crack a wide grin. “well, are you going to kiss me or do i have to wait a few more years?”
your laugh echoed through the room when sakusa nearly leapt over to reach you, his lips silencing the noise as he held you desperately like you were to disappear, and every moment before his touch suddenly felt as miserable as bokuto had described it.
‘i have no idea how i was alive without this either, bokuto.’
[ sakusa kiyoomi ]
considering your boyfriend made it pretty clear on several occasions that he hated valentines, you weren’t surprised he made no move to even contact you during the day. you were slightly disappointed due to the fact that you loved the day, sure, but it wasn’t fair to place your disappointment on him when you knew what you were getting yourself into due to the years of friendship before dating, so you didn’t dwell much on it.
you had asked previously if you two would meet tonight and when he mumbled a response about how he would probably be practicing late, you took over your co-workers shift to save yourself the boredom of being home alone while consecutively giving her a chance to see her partner, earning multiple ‘thank you!’s and a promise that she will take your shift whenever as she rushed out, prompting you to smile.
you loved valentines.
you didn’t have a solid reason on why you did, but you didn’t need one. you loved being surrounded with red heart balloons and roses wherever you walked and you loved the glee on people’s faces as they celebrated the day with their beloveds. it made you feel warm every time despite your plans or status and you couldn’t help but smile as you watched a boy blush furiously as his girlfriend handed him flowers, giggling quietly with a love-dazed face.
the obnoxious bell ringing against the glass door made you turn to the costumers walking in, your smile widening just slightly as you saw osamu and atsumu bickering as they approached the counter until their eyes landed on you and widened just the slightest, atsumu gasping. “yer working today?!”
“yeah,” you mused, placing your chin on your palm. “you’re both spending valentines together?”
they both shot you a glare that only caused your grin to widen, placing their usual orders down on the system either way. osamu grunted. “he finished his date early and went over to have a mental breakdown at my restaurant.”
atsumu gaped at him for a few seconds in pure betrayal as you let out a quiet snicker before he shot his twin a harsh glare. “at least i had plans!”
osamu gave him a glare back. “they are out of town, you little—“
“please don’t scare my costumers away,” you retorted, cutting them off. they both huffed, avoiding eye contact before their eyes landed back on you and atsumu raised an eyebrow.
“what about ya? plans ended early?”
“there were no plans,” you shrugged casually, adding extra syrup into osamu’s drink while catching the discreet way his eyes lightened up at the action. “kiyoomi hates valentines.”
atsumu frowned. “but ya love valentines!”
you hummed, sliding osamu’s drink over. “so? i don’t have to spend it with him against his will to be happy.”
osamu stared at you with furrowed eyebrows and a frown that matched his twin’s. “yer too nice. so, where is he today?”
you shrugged. “told me he was practicing.”
they both shared a look before looking at you and speaking in sync. “when do you get off? we’re taking you out.”
you smiled as you slid atsumu’s drink over, stating that the drinks were on the house when they attempted to pay before telling them that you only had a few minutes left. as you finished the last bit of your shift, you could hear them checking with their partners that it was okay and you couldn’t help but silently melt at how cute their relationships were as you waited for the last costumer to leave and closed up, shrugging your jacket off before calling out for them.
the rest of the day was nice. the three of you bought over-priced cupcakes and ate them in a dark playground, half the time spent with you laughing in amusement while they argued while the other half was spent with the three of you gossiping about drama suna had shared. they even bought you a red heart-shaped balloon and you almost teared up as you gleefully accepted it, thanking them frantically as they walked you to the door of your apartment building.
“can i do something before ya leave?” atsumu grinned mischievously and you snorted as you nodded, interested to see what his plan was. he simply got out his phone, making you stand between the twins before he snapped a selfie of the three of you, making sure to capture osamu’s small smirk, the balloon and his poked-out tongue before he beamed. “sent!”
you raised an amused eyebrows as osamu snickered. “you sent that to kiyoomi?”
“yeah, told him we stole ya.”
you laughed as you bid them your goodbyes and made your way up to your joined apartment, humming your favorite song under your breath softly. you assumed your boyfriend was still practicing, so you were pleasantly surprised when you unlocked the door and the lights were all on, your boyfriend’s shoes in their usual spot.
“kiyoomi, i’m home!” you called out after a sleepy yawn, expecting to get a simple ‘in our room!’ or anything back. instead, your boyfriend walked out of the hallway with furrowed eyebrows and a frown.
“you were with the miyas?”
“hm? yeah.” you hummed, placing your stuff down on the coffee table, too sleepy to notice the way he was practically sulking. “they came before my shift ended and decided to take me out. when did you arrive?”
he huffed as he dragged himself over, strong arms pulling you into a tight hug as he buried his face into your neck. you smiled softly, your hands moving to lock into his hair as you hugged him even tighter. he hummed softly. “i missed you, how was your day?”
“it was nice,” you murmured quietly, enjoying the warmth he provided. “i love valentine’s day.”
he froze. you obliviously continued.
“the café was super busy, but it was nice seeing everyone on dates, you know? there were a lot of roses as well and it’s just so heartwarmin—“
he pulled away quickly, eyebrows furrowed deeply. “you… you love valentines?”
“hm?” you blinked. “yeah? it’s my favorite holiday.”
“you love valentines?”
you let out a small laugh at how cute he looked when he was confused. “of course i do. everyone knows i do, kiyoomi, how did you never notice?”
he tugged his hands into his hair. “how did i not notice— why didn’t you tell me you loved valentines?”
you shrugged calmly, not seeing the issue, and your nonchalance only seemed to make him even more distressed. “you hate valentines so i didn’t see why i should mention it, you know? i didn’t want you to force yourself to plan anything or do anything for me.”
he stared at you for a few seconds before he fell back on the couch, burying his face into his hands and mumbling muffled words before he let his hands fall down and frowned. “you’re an awful human being.”
you were too amused to take offense as you shrugged a few of the thick layers you wore off. “why am i an awful human being, my love?”
“how can you not tell me you love valentines? i would have taken a day off and i would bought you those stupid overpriced flowers and those overpriced chocolates you would hate and we could have spent the entire day together and—“
“you don’t like valentines.”
“yeah, but i love you.” he huffed. “i love you and i want to make you happy.”
“i’m always happy with you,” you assured, slightly entertained. “i promise. why do you seem more upset about us not spending this together than me?”
“because i was under the impression that you also hate valentines,” he muttered as exhaustion finally seemed to take over, his drooped shoulders and pout causing the almost 6’3 professional athlete to seem like a child. you took the seat beside him and he immediately laid his head down on your lap, huffing. “i didn’t know you liked it. i would have planned the best day if i knew you did, i promise.”
“you keep missing the point, my love.”
“what’s the point of anything if i ruined our first valentines together?”
“you’re such a drama queen,” you snorted softly, running your hands through his soft hair as he blinked sleepily. “the point is that i don’t need to celebrate valentines with you to be happy, kiyoomi, and you not buying ‘overpriced flowers’ won’t make me love you any less. i knew what i was getting myself into when i started dating you, i don’t want you to change and i genuinely don’t mind.”
his cheeks flushed, but he still sulked. “whatever, i’m taking you out next year.”
“or… we can stay in and order takeout? how’s that?”
“i’ll buy a stupid bouquet too.”
you grinned at his sleepily grumbles. “you can buy me a stupid bouquet then. you can even buy me stupid chocolates too, how’s that?”
“i will,” he mumbled determinedly, eyes finally shutting. “i love you so much, i’m sorry.”
“i love you and you have nothing to be sorry about, my love.” you promised, leaning to kiss his forehead. you only got a soft snore in response, your grin widening.
you truely couldn’t wish for a better valentines.
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pouty sakusa supremacy :p anw valentine ended 22 minutes ago for me but yolo ! hope you enjoy this one :)
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Always In My Heart (Sakusa Kiyoomi)
PAIRING: gn!reader x Sakusa Kiyoomi
SUMMARY: Now that you’re gone, Kiyoomi wishes he had something to remember you by.
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Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn’t like taking pictures. Not of himself, of other people, or even things. He’s never found much sense in doing it to be honest, and never got why people were so obsessed with sharing every single second of their lives with complete strangers around the world. It always annoyed him when he had to wait before he could start eating because his friends wanted to take pictures of the food, and he didn’t like it going cold.
But you loved them — that, he remembers.
“Come on, Omi,” you begged, squeezing your hands together and shooting him a wide, winning grin. “Just one pic.”
Sakusa pursed his lips, studying your face. He almost gave in, but what else could anyone expect when you had such a pretty smile?
“I really don’t see the point in taking pictures,” he murmured, busying himself with tying his shoelace instead. He knows that another single second of gazing into your beautiful eyes would make him fold. “You don’t even post them anywhere. Your Instagram is pretty much a blank profile.”
Your brows knit together as you gave him the most disappointed look he’d ever seen you wear, arms folded across your chest with a small pout on your lips that absolutely melted his heart.
It’s true that you don’t upload them, but you do adore taking pictures of things that you think are pretty, and Omi is gorgeous. You wish you had at least one picture of the two of you together.
“Well, don’t you want to remember this moment?”
With a soft smile —one of those he usually saved just for you—, he straightened up and placed his hands on your cheeks, squishing them together to make your pout more prominent. He pressed a gentle kiss against them, earning a slightly unwilling smile from you.
“I have an excellent memory. I don’t need pictures to remember anything, especially when it comes to you,” he explained. “Every single thing about you is forever etched in my memory.” After a short pause in which he admires your blushing face, he added, “And besides, I’d much rather enjoy every moment of my life with you than waste a single second taking a picture we don’t really need.”
His words seemed to content you, and with a soft sigh, you leaned into his touch, your smaller hand cupping his, and slightly turned your face to deliver a small kiss onto the inside of his wrist.
“M’kay.”
Despite your reply, that wasn’t the last time you asked for a picture, but his answer was always the same. So, to this day, Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn’t have a single picture of you in his phone, and he deeply regrets it with each breath he takes.
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Y/n sat in the bathroom, legs up on the toilet, trying not to cry. There wasn't much she could do, she didn't even get rejected after all.
No. She was too scared to do anything, and now she's dealing with the consequences. And boy were her thoughts reminding her of all that.
Two girls walked into the bathroom laughing.
"I mean, did you see her? Like wow he could do so much better."
There was a *bang* as something like a bag was set on the counter.
"Let me guess, someone like you?"
"Ok normally I would say yes, but I'd rather his brother."
"Oh my god. Of course you would."
"I'm serious! He's got this mysterious vibe about him that I love."
"You're so bad for him!"
"Oh, I know. I'm kicking myself in the ass for not asking him out."
Y/n sat there listening. It was easier to listen to a pointless conversation than cry. And besides, who doesn't like a little bit of girl drama?
Though she was wondering who they were talking about. Especially the girl at the beginning of the conversation. The only new couple she's heard of was Atsumu, but the girl he was dating was gorgeous.
She was everything Y/n wished she was.
There was a loud laugh that broke Y/n out of her thoughts.
"Did you see her face when Y/n walked away? She looked pissed!"
"And poor Atsumu looked like his life walked away. But it's his fault. I don't know why Y/n was so upset. It's his loss, not hers!"
Y/n froze. She forgot how fast drama traveled at this school. She was expecting it, but why were these girls defending her? Y/n was the one who was stupid for thinking someone like Atsumu would like her.
The girls were talking again, and this time Y/n made sure to tune in.
"Exactly! I've seen her around, but Atsumu has a glare that could freeze hell, so I never approached her! Although now I regret it."
"Same. I kinda wanna punch the other girl. Did you see how basic she looked?"
"Oh my god, I bet she goes on Pinterest everyday to look up "popular outfits"."
"And that shirt? C'mon! Have some style."
*Another laugh, then a door opens and shuts.*
"Hey bitches."
"Hey! We've been waiting for you! Ready to go?"
"Let's go!"
*The door opens again then shuts.* Y/n sits there in disbelief. Those girls were on her side? And what did they mean by Atsumu's look? There's no way she affected him that much. He barely looked at her, even when she almost started crying.
And she's just "an old friend". He wouldn't call her that if it wasn't true.
Her alarm rang before her thoughts could continue, signaling it was time to go home.
*TIME SKIP TO LUNCH THE NEXT DAY*
Yea, Y/n was back in the bathroom. On the same toilet. With the same misery.
But she can't get that conversation out of her head.
Maybe she should be a "boss bitch" as some people say, and approach Atsumu head on. Just admit her feelings, get rejected, and be done.
"Easier said than done", an annoying voice said in her head.
But it shouldn't be. They've known each other forever, know everything about one another, this should be easy!
She sighed. It definitely wasn't.
Y/n looked around. Getting rejected sounded better than locking herself in the bathroom though. It was gross in here, it smelled, and yea it was pretty lonely. She missed the Volleyball team. The loudness, the laughing, the smiles.
A flicker of anger went through her mind thinking back to the pitiful faces of the team. She may have been best friends with Atsumu, but she still considered them friends. Why didn't they warn her, or better yet back her up? Like Osamu. She texts him at least once a week! He could've said something, texted her a warning, anything.
But no, instead they let her make a fool of herself in front of the entire school.
That was enough to get her to walk to the cafeteria and slam her hand on the table in front of Atsumu. He glanced up in surprise.
Y/n glared down at him. "Can we talk?"
His "girlfriend" had the audacity to pipe up. "Sorry honey, is there anything you need? We're a little busy", she said while looking at her nails.
Y/n didn't even glace at her. "Oh shut your basic ass up. I wasn't talking to you." Y/n kinda felt bad, she wasn't used to being this up front with people. She was used to sticking to herself, letting Atsumu do the talking.
But the girl opened her mouth again, and Y/n let those feeling go up in flames. "Listen, Atsumu dropped you. Just move on. If you were important, I would at least know your name."
The table was now dead silent. Even Suna was watching, no phone in sight.
Y/n smirked at her. "I would rather people not know my name than girls calling me, and i quote, a "basic ass bitch who gets her clothing ideas from Pinterest". Because honestly? That's just lame." Y/n shook her head in embarrassment.
The girl's eyes widened. Kita looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't bring himself to. Suna now had a camera out.
Even Atsumu was chuckling quietly.
"Oh C'mon, we all know she's copying you. Look at her skirt. I KNOW I've seen you wear that." Y/n looked at Osamu in surprise. He just winked at her.
The whole table laughed. "I think I have a picture of it even!" Suna said before Kita glared at him. There was a sparkle of amusement in Kita's eyes though. Y/n joined in the laughing.
The girl sputtered. "Babe! Aren't you going to back me up?!"
Atsumu sighed. "Y/n, please stop."
Y/n looked back down at him. "No."
Atsumu looked back up in surprise. "What?"
Y/n stood up straight. "I said no. I'm done hiding in your shadow. I don't know why you decided to replace me, but I'm not going to let that get me down. Because you know what? I had a major crush on you, but now I'm seeing that it was pointless. All you care about is yourself and your image. You could never care about anyone else! So, fuck off and enjoy your new play thing." She flipped him off and the whole table erupted in cheers. Kita was trying not to laugh and was for once failing. Osamu and Suna were laughing so hard they had tears.
Atsumu on the other hand, looked like he got slapped. Or like his heart got broken. But before Y/n could let that worm of doubt in, she walked away.
And damn did she feel powerful.
As she walked out of the Cafeteria though, she bumped into someone. A big someone.
"OH, sorry I didn't mean to bump into you! I was distracted, sorry!" Y/n starting rambling, but was promptly cut off but a deep and very attractive voice.
"It's ok."
This made her look up, and maybe her face was red, because holy SHIT. This man was created by the gods themselves. Was this the man of her dreams? She just wished she could pull that mask off and see his whole face.
She squeaked another "Sorry!", not knowing what to say.
He chuckled lightly. "It's all good. No harm done. I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi."
Y/n got her thoughts in control just enough to say, "I'm Y/n L/n."
Sakusa smiled at her. "I'm here for a volleyball match, could you show me around so I don't get lost?"
Y/n, now calmed down fully, replied with an "Of course!", before taking his hand and leading him around.
Yea, Atsumu was the last thing on her mind.
"Now all of my friends are missing again" - Atsumu
Inspired by the song Tv by Billie Eilish
I'm very obsessed with this song rn and I wanted to write something inspired by it. The whole line is actually "Now all my friends are missing again, 'Cause that's what happens when you fall in love". I chose this line specifically cause it's my favorite line hehe :)
Characters: Bestfriend!Reader x Atsumu
Reader is forgotten by her best friend when he falls in love :/
Warnings: angst, neglect, no comfort
Soulmates
It wasn't a concept y/n really believed in. She wasn't into any of that sappy soulmates stuff. She believed that if you found the one then you found the one. Your soul wasn't bound to another, you just had to find the right person. Though her beliefs were quickly thrown to the side once she met Atsumu. She thought herself silly once she heard his laugh for the first time. She thought herself pathetic when she had first seen his smile. She thought herself stupid when he first touched her, 'cause lord knows she died on the inside. God, she instantly felt a flutter of happiness consume her whenever he was present. Some higher power must've been playing a sick joke on her, because once she met Atsumu "Soulmate" was the first thing she thought of. She could just feel it. Her heart thumping out of her chest, her face redder than ever, and her voice so shaky she could barely get a proper sentence out without stuttering. Atsumu thought it was just normal. Y/n being so skittish. From day one she had been this way. If only he knew.
Y/n and Atsumu would hang out all the time. They'd have movie nights every Friday. They'd build small pillow forts and play fight in the lounge, having to clean up spilled food later.
She'd visit him during volleyball practice. She always brought small baked treats for the team that her and Tsumu had made the night before.
He'd walk her home from school everyday and they'd sleep over at each others houses. They'd fall asleep on each other, tangled up in blankets with their heads so close together anyone who walked in would think they were together. In fac, everyone thought it was weird that they weren't dating already. They were so close. But alas, they were just friends. Much to y/n's dismay. She loved this man, in more ways than "just a friend" should.
So you could imagine how heartbroken she felt when one day he just disappeared. Not in literal sense, he just stopped talking to her. Something was up and she didn't know what. She was concerned for her friend. Was he okay? did something happen? At first she assumed he was just busy. With volleyball tournaments coming up and all. But even when he was free, she'd never see him. She'd ask to hang out, only to be met with a simple "I'm busy rn, sorry"
This went on for weeks. She'd text, he wouldn't reply. She'd visit him, he was never home. She thought she had done something wrong, it tore her up inside thinking of all the possibly ways that she may have hurt the one person she actually cared for. "What did I do?". Maybe she said something? Maybe she forgot his birthday? No that's not until October. She blamed her self constantly until one day, she finally got her answer.
On her way out of school, she bumped into the volleyball team. They were a nice group of people, she used to love interacting with them when she visited Atsumu. They'd greet her with big smiles and a loud shout of her name. It made her day, aside from seeing Atsumu. But today, she was met with pitiful frowns and sad smiles. Were they for her? What happened?
They walked past her whispering small hellos before leaving to practice. Through the small crowd of players she could see a head of golden hair. A smile found its way onto her face "Atsumu!" she yelled hoping to grab his attention and finally speak to him. But as she got closer, she could see him holding someone's hand. The smile on her face slowly faded away. Who was this? A perfectly manicured had clutched his in the way that she always wanted. A head of long dark hair rested on his shoulder like she had always wished hers would. Y/n finally understood his lack of presence in her life. He was with another girl. But she wasn't even "another girl" because all y/n was to Atsumu was a friend.
She was finally face to face with Atsumu. She'd thought this moment would be more joyous, but all she felt was confusion, betrayal and heartbreak. She held back her tears and stood up straight. "Atsumu?" He looked down at her, and his smile faded. Ouch. Y/n winced and averted her eyes from his, because she knew if she looked him in the eyes, she'd lose herself completely. "oh um hey y/n...how have you been?" he spoke with such disinterest, it made her feel so small. Why was he like this? "Um, I- I'm good, a-and -you?" Y/n held her hands in front of her. She played with her fingers anxiously. Before she wanted nothing more than to see him, but now all she wanted to do was leave. "Um I've been good. yeah" y/n nodded her head slowly in response and stood in silence before the girl standing next to him spoke "Um who's this, Tsumie?" Tsumie? "Oh um no one important babe, just an old friend" No one important? Just an old friend? Y/n could feel her heart shatter.
Did she really mean that little?
THE END
Sorry for any grammar mistakes, and my horrible writing over all. I was cringing the whole time and decided that I didn't want to continue, so there will be no comfort. Just sad y/n :/
I WANT A OMI IN RL
A TANGLED MESS
Kiyoomi hates it when people touch his hair but when it's you, he hates it a little less.
Ft. : sakusa kiyoomi
This is a repost from my old blog so if you've read this before, it was me. But, it is my first post in this blog so pls be a bit kind also reblogs + feedbacks r appreciated!!
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"It's already been around half an hour y/n," kiyoomi grumbled.
He sat with his back against the bed and you sat on the bed, behind him, keeping him locked in his spot with your legs.
"But omi your hair is soft and you just washed it. It's extra soft!" You continued ruffling his hair, picking out sections and crossing them over one another, making a tangled mess.
"You are tangling it," he whined, trying to stop your hands.
"Oh! Oh! Wait here!" You got up from your previous position and ran to the vanity, grabbing a comb and looking frantically for something in your drawer.
"Ugh why can't I find them when I need them," you whined and kiyoomi sighed at that.
"What are you planning?" He leaned back on his palms, smiling a bit at your almsot stressed out self.
"Found it!" Not answering his question, you ran towards him with a box of hair ties.
"Now sit still for me okay?" And how could he ever say no to that radiant smile of yours. So he sighed and let out a chuckle.
"Incorrigible..." He closed his eyes and smiled as he felt the comb against his scalp.
"Shhh. I'm braiding your hair now," you left a small kiss on his cheek from the back and he hummed.
He felt you taking sections and crossing them, and then tying the little braid with a hair tie. He felt happy at that moment, it felt like where he was meant to be. He realised then that he was meant to be with you. He realised that he loved you so much that if he ever let that smile of yours go, he'd go absolutely insane. He realised that you were the only one he allowed to touch his hair and he remembers the time he had thrashed Atsumu whe he tried to pat kiyoomi's head.
Meian always used to say that Sakusa Kiyoomi is, what was the term again? Ah, whipped yes. He was a whipped man for you. If one told him to remember the last time he felt the way he felt about you, he'd have no memory of it because for him, it was always you and he hopes that it'll last forever. He might whine a little when you play with his hair or hug him suddenly from behind, shocking him but he himself along with you knows, that it's exactly what he craves.
"There there. All done. Ah wait here, I'll bring the hand mirror," and when you brought the little mirror and he saw the current state of his hair, he couldn't help but laugh. Braids were sticking out from random direction and strands of messy hair too.
Was his hair a total tangled mess? Yes. Would he probably wake up with knots that would take him several hours to untagle? Also yes. But he couldn't bring himself to care because it made you happy and maybe the knots were worth it if he saw you flash him that sweet smile of yours.
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Attention my tumblr loves…
I will be writing a fanfic on my Wattpad account. However, I will still be sure to post it on here so if something bad happens to my Wattpad account and it gets deleted it’ll be posted here.
It’ll be a Haikyuu fic. I want to make it a slow-burn angst piece. So, it’ll be a Suna x Reader x Sakusa x OC fic. So the concept will be, suna and the oc cheats on reader and sakusa. It’ll be a toxic relationship for both parties, but at the end of the story sakusa and reader ends up getting through their trauma together and ends up together.
So I have my ending together tbh. However, I also want to have someone do like a scratch for an OC for me. I can’t actually draw really well. It’s been a while tbh for me, and I know my skills are rough.
But let me know how that sounds because I’m only writing down my ideas for this book before I start.
Also, the name I came up with is, “You Had Me, Now You Lost Me”
boyfriends who looks unbothered and chill, but actually are nervous and questioning if they should make a move first or not. And gets thrown off when you take they're hand first.
But when they look down to see you soft smile greeting them, their heart softens as they now know they have nothing to be nervous about. Not with you.
—Iwaizumi, TSUKISHIMA, Suna, SAKUSA, Kita KYOUTANI, Semi, Kuroo, UKAI, Mattsun, KAGEYAMA, HOSHIUMI, Shirabu, Ushijima
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𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 :: 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒— FT. HAIKYUU
✾˚ft ::k. sakusa, s. kita,
✾˚summary :: haikyuu boys first interactions with you!
✾˚ description + notes :: meet cutes, just cute clumsy interactions, a little teasy in gn! reader, sorry for being gone for so long loves! I know I say i'll come back and I don't for some time please bear with me! I've have bit of writers block as of late. I'll try and atleast do to 1 post a week until I get back into it. Love you all 💕
part two .
#— 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀
when kita first saw you he swore he could hear his heart beating outside of his chest.
At first he saw you in passing looking all scatterbrained trying to figure out where your homeroom class was, wandering the halls looking lost. "Need some help?" Seeing you turn around with a relieved smile on your face made him hold back a chuckle. "Oh yes! T-thank you so much I've been looking for class D-8 all day." The smile that crept it's way onto Kita's face this time is one he couldn't hold back when he found out you were in the same homeroom as him.
As you walked together, kita noticed more and more things about you by the second. You played with your necklace when you were slightly anxious, when you noticed that your bag would occasionally brush up against him you moved it to your other shoulder. And holy shit— your smile was the purest one he had ever seen. "This is it, if you need me to write down all the classes room numbers I can, I wouldn't mind." "Oh no, that's fine you've done enough for me already, thanks again."
As luck would have it by the time you both stepped in the class room there were only two seats available, right next to each other.
This was definitely going to be a good year, especially since he gets to see you every morning.
#—𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀
you were the first person that he saw who took germs as serious as him, always wearing a mask, sanitizing your hands even after using someone else's pencil. He found it almost humorous when he saw you face when you caught someone sneezing somewhat on his hand and then go to shake his friend with it.
It was only one day in passing when he saw you not wearing a mask, which allowed him to fully see your face. To say you took his breath away was an understatement, as much he enjoyed seeing your full face he also saw how much you hated not wearing a mask. Tapping your shoulder lightly, he asked if you wanted one. "Oh my gosh thank you! I left my pink one at home because I forgot to let it air dry after washing it."
After seeing your relieved expression as he handed you the mask, sakusa start to wonder how many times would he be lucky enough to see your smile again. You were about to turn back around in your seat when you stopped, "Hey uhm, Sakusa..you wouldn't mind being my partner for the project would you?"
Trying to hid his slight happiness from this, he just shook his head "Sure."
Maybe luck was on his side today.
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shying away after an argument
genre: angst to fluff ; hurt comfort with sakusa kiyoomi & ushijima wakatoshi
warnings: reader obviously gets emotionally hurt (resolved) but other than that there’s none! + kinda ooc sakusa.
notes: this was so rushed and idk what i feel about this since i haven’t written in SOOO LONG lmfao so enjoy ig even tho im rusty now :) also this request was months ago sorry it took so long haha.
sakusa kiyoomi.
sakusa came home extra exhausted, everyone in the team was getting on his nerves
and he wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and finally take some rest after hours of practice
so when he came home to see you waiting for him eagerly, it only made him more irritated
however, it seems that you didn't notice how tense he was considering you made your way towards him with a smile
and while you kept snuggling him and asking questions if he wanted to watch a movie after dinner
he was just too exhausted to entertain anything and anyone at the moment
“jesus can you stop clinging to me all the time? it makes me fucking uncomfortable.”
he slid into the bedroom before shutting the door close
you shifted a little in your feet, not expecting the sudden outburst.
looking back a few days, you havent realized how it was annoying for him and guilt creeps up to you for making him uncomfortable through your affection
taking a deep breath, you made your way to settle on the couch, deciding to give him some wanted space
it’s the next day and sakusa woke up feeling slightly better than yesterday. he reaches an arm over to your side of the bed almost as if it’s an instinct, hoping he could cuddle you for a while before heading to practice again, a frown across his face when he felt no trace of warmth
he drags his feet out of the bedroom, a subtle smile flashing across his lips when he finds you curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your figure
his heart tugs lightly as he remembers how he took out his frustration on you, he knows his words stung and he feels bad, but he hopes you know he doesn’t mean any of it
when he comes home from practice, you're cooking something up, maybe dinner for the two of you— but you seemed too busy to notice him so he decides to walk over himself
"y/n, hi.”
a sudden voice breaks you out of your trance as you look up to the man with his usual stoic face.
you smile at him softly, "hi kiyoomi, how was practice?"
"t' was fine" he replies and scratches his nape as he stands before you expectantly, waiting for you to give him his usual greeting hug but you immediately avert your gaze away from him and back to the pot in front of you
he tilts his head awkwardly, he thinks it’s a little strange but shrugs it off anyway, maybe you just forgot?
when you’re both eating dinner, he makes sure to send discreet glances in your way, hoping you would initiate some kind of conversation— you don’t though and his shoulders droops in defeat
after dinner, he invites you for a movie and he thinks luck was on his side when you agreed
however, he expected you to join him and settle on his lap like usual but instead, you situate yourself on the other side of the couch, leaving enough space between the two of you
now he's getting annoyed, fingers itching to just hold you and cradle you in his arms but you don’t seem to be in the mood to, did something happen?
he thinks he's being too dramatic and tries his best not to dwell on the silence too much, but he can't help but think of what he possibly might've done to make you act this way, and then his mind went back to yesterday.
he completely forgot about that as his mind was going miles away and he almost mentally beat himself up for not realizing how much his words had affected you.
trying to be subtle, he scoots over to your side, scooping you in one fluid motion onto his lap and trapping you between his arms
you jolt in surprise before trying to wriggle out of his hold, only to fail miserably, "kiy—"
"are you upset with me? i’m sorry i didn't mean it"
you stare at him in worry, suddenly feeling bad that he’s been blaming himself all along, “hey, i’m not upset with you, okay? i promise that but i do apologize for crossing the boundaries, i promise i’ll loosen myself up!” you continue with a smile, not wanting him to worry about you first.
but it appears he knows you too well for that.
"no, my love, don’t do that, please? i want you here with me and i shouldn’t have talked to you like that so let me make it up to you.. yeah?”
and finally— finally, you nestle yourself on his lap, taking in the warmth you’ve been craving as you speak up about your own feelings
“of course omi”
ushijima wakatoshi.
you knew volleyball will always be ushijima’s top priority and that he spends all of his time practicing for upcoming matches
you've supported him through and attended all of his games whenever you had a chance to and of course you were more than proud of him
but today, you wanted to spend time with him especially since you hadn't spend some time alone together for almost a month due to his schedule
the rest of the shiratorizawa team had said that their coach gave them a free day to make up for all their hard work
and you were looking forward to have a movie date which he suprisingly agreed into (he was half asleep when you asked him to)
getting ready, you dressed in comfy pjs and prepared the snacks, and warm blankets.
you waited patiently on the couch for a few minutes
but those minutes turned into hours and he still wasn't home so you texted him with worriedly, asking him if he was almost home
after an hour, he finally called you, “i can’t come. i’ve already told you that i have to spend my time on practice and not on useless things, y/n.”
your eyes pricked as his words registered in your brain
you wanted to spend some time with him, and yet he only thinks it’s a waste.
you were used to this, basing from your past relationships so you weren't that surprised although you won’t deny that you were disappointed
because maybe you thought it was going to be different this time
why did you even expect?
understanding where this was coming from, you quickly gathered yourself and replied as you tried to keep your voice steady: “ah i’m sorry toshi. i’ll see you at home. love you.”
you ended the called not long before he can even answer, not trusting yourself enough to even hear his voice after what he just said without breaking down
you shut off your phone, dragged yourself in the bedroom and drifted off to sleep
it's been a week since and today was sunday, another one of his free days and though you wanted to ask him once again if he could stay in, you knew that he was still going to the gym despite that, so you opted to keeping it to yourself, saving yourself from further heartbreak.
your prediction was soon confirmed when you checked the time, it was already 8 PM. usually at this time, ushijima had already arrived home but ever since he’s been charged as a captain, he'd always arrive around quarter to eleven or even later.
you were completely understanding and didn't bother him as much since you didn't want him to feel like you're holding him back from doing what he likes to do
shaking your head off the thought, you scrolled through the list of movies, trying to find something to entertain you for the rest of the night as you slowly munched on the chips you bought from the grocery store earlier
but what you didn’t know is that a certain male kept all his attention on his phone, taking glances from time to time as he waited for you to spam his notifications like you usually do
but you don’t and he takes this as the aftermath of the harsh words he threw at you last week and his heart sinks to his stomach at the thought of you not being your usual self
so before heading back, he quickly stopped by a small bakery shop near the apartment to buy some of your favorite pastries and cookies, hoping you would appreciate his small gift
when he got home, the lights were off and you weren't anywhere in sight. worried, he quickly strode through the living room, only to see you sitting in the couch with a bag of chip on your hand
you stare at the sudden intrusion, not expecting the certain man to be home so early “ toshi? are you okay? did something happen at pra—“
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it”
you blinked as you tried to keep your tears at bay, not wanting to lower your guard down so easily, knowing what exactly he was apologizing for
“i apologize for my words last week, y/n. i promise you i do not mean it and i love spending my time with you, in fact i found myself enjoying it more than practice, which is quite unbelievable.”
you laugh a little at his words, suddenly feeling a huge weight being lifted off your shoulders “you know i’m only worried about you, right?”
“i know, i’m sorry.”
“and that i love you?”
“yes, i know that. i love you too.”
smiling, you usher him to sit beside you and he stumbles as he buries his face on your chest, finally having the rest he’s been missing the whole time.
© all works belong to @prodshima — do not plagiarize, copy, modify, or claim my works as your own.
I just recently started liking Sakusa fics and this one touched my heart ☺️
Touch-Averse | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader
✧ Summary: Physical affection was something you loved, and while Sakusa was not exactly the biggest fan, you didn’t want to encroach on him. You weren’t expecting your boyfriend to get jealous!
➳ A/N: Hey! This has been waiting around for so long; I think I steered a little too into the angst with this one asfdgfhj ;-; ➳ Tags: Angst with a happy ending, komori is a lil shit; ➳ Masterlist
—xXxXxXxXxXx—
By all intents and purposes, Sakusa was the perfect boyfriend.
You were friends before through Komori since junior high and one thing led to another before the wing-spiker finally asked you out. You knew long before as his friend that he was averse to physical contact — even if it was under two layers of gloves.
No, the germaphobe kept everyone at a distance further from arms length. He wanted to keep things neat and orderly and straying from that made him uncomfortable.
And it warmed your heart that, despite this life-long struggle, Sakusa still let you into his world in little ways.
He would hold your hand through the halls of school (of course, you had to thoroughly wash your hands first and then get his personal approval). And, on lucky days like when Itachiyama won their practice matches that week, Sakusa would kiss you on the forehead openly in public.
All you had to do was vocalize things, keep the roads of communication between you two and he would respond. If you wanted to come over to his family home or vice versa — just let him know ahead of time and he would be happy to accommodate you. You want to go on a date to the arcade? Sure, send him a text and he’ll pencil you in for a couple days from now. A part of you also liked wearing his sweaters, the ones that plastered his last-name across the back. And on request, Sakusa let you wear his own to school.
Sakusa was generally aware of your needs and was not against being vocal about your relationship. You knew all about this prior to being his official girlfriend and had even found it endearing how much he cared about your personal health.
All it took was a look.
A single look was enough to plant the seed of doubt and make it take root.
Keep reading
I just recently started liking Sakusa fics and this one touched my heart ☺️
Touch-Averse | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader
✧ Summary: Physical affection was something you loved, and while Sakusa was not exactly the biggest fan, you didn’t want to encroach on him. You weren’t expecting your boyfriend to get jealous!
➳ A/N: Hey! This has been waiting around for so long; I think I steered a little too into the angst with this one asfdgfhj ;-; ➳ Tags: Angst with a happy ending, komori is a lil shit; ➳ Masterlist
—xXxXxXxXxXx—
By all intents and purposes, Sakusa was the perfect boyfriend.
You were friends before through Komori since junior high and one thing led to another before the wing-spiker finally asked you out. You knew long before as his friend that he was averse to physical contact — even if it was under two layers of gloves.
No, the germaphobe kept everyone at a distance further from arms length. He wanted to keep things neat and orderly and straying from that made him uncomfortable.
And it warmed your heart that, despite this life-long struggle, Sakusa still let you into his world in little ways.
He would hold your hand through the halls of school (of course, you had to thoroughly wash your hands first and then get his personal approval). And, on lucky days like when Itachiyama won their practice matches that week, Sakusa would kiss you on the forehead openly in public.
All you had to do was vocalize things, keep the roads of communication between you two and he would respond. If you wanted to come over to his family home or vice versa — just let him know ahead of time and he would be happy to accommodate you. You want to go on a date to the arcade? Sure, send him a text and he’ll pencil you in for a couple days from now. A part of you also liked wearing his sweaters, the ones that plastered his last-name across the back. And on request, Sakusa let you wear his own to school.
Sakusa was generally aware of your needs and was not against being vocal about your relationship. You knew all about this prior to being his official girlfriend and had even found it endearing how much he cared about your personal health.
All it took was a look.
A single look was enough to plant the seed of doubt and make it take root.
Keep reading
I just recently started liking Sakusa fics and this one touched my heart ☺️
Touch-Averse | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader
✧ Summary: Physical affection was something you loved, and while Sakusa was not exactly the biggest fan, you didn’t want to encroach on him. You weren’t expecting your boyfriend to get jealous!
➳ A/N: Hey! This has been waiting around for so long; I think I steered a little too into the angst with this one asfdgfhj ;-; ➳ Tags: Angst with a happy ending, komori is a lil shit; ➳ Masterlist
—xXxXxXxXxXx—
By all intents and purposes, Sakusa was the perfect boyfriend.
You were friends before through Komori since junior high and one thing led to another before the wing-spiker finally asked you out. You knew long before as his friend that he was averse to physical contact — even if it was under two layers of gloves.
No, the germaphobe kept everyone at a distance further from arms length. He wanted to keep things neat and orderly and straying from that made him uncomfortable.
And it warmed your heart that, despite this life-long struggle, Sakusa still let you into his world in little ways.
He would hold your hand through the halls of school (of course, you had to thoroughly wash your hands first and then get his personal approval). And, on lucky days like when Itachiyama won their practice matches that week, Sakusa would kiss you on the forehead openly in public.
All you had to do was vocalize things, keep the roads of communication between you two and he would respond. If you wanted to come over to his family home or vice versa — just let him know ahead of time and he would be happy to accommodate you. You want to go on a date to the arcade? Sure, send him a text and he’ll pencil you in for a couple days from now. A part of you also liked wearing his sweaters, the ones that plastered his last-name across the back. And on request, Sakusa let you wear his own to school.
Sakusa was generally aware of your needs and was not against being vocal about your relationship. You knew all about this prior to being his official girlfriend and had even found it endearing how much he cared about your personal health.
All it took was a look.
A single look was enough to plant the seed of doubt and make it take root.
Keep reading
I just recently started liking Sakusa fics and this one touched my heart ☺️
Touch-Averse | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader
✧ Summary: Physical affection was something you loved, and while Sakusa was not exactly the biggest fan, you didn’t want to encroach on him. You weren’t expecting your boyfriend to get jealous!
➳ A/N: Hey! This has been waiting around for so long; I think I steered a little too into the angst with this one asfdgfhj ;-; ➳ Tags: Angst with a happy ending, komori is a lil shit; ➳ Masterlist
—xXxXxXxXxXx—
By all intents and purposes, Sakusa was the perfect boyfriend.
You were friends before through Komori since junior high and one thing led to another before the wing-spiker finally asked you out. You knew long before as his friend that he was averse to physical contact — even if it was under two layers of gloves.
No, the germaphobe kept everyone at a distance further from arms length. He wanted to keep things neat and orderly and straying from that made him uncomfortable.
And it warmed your heart that, despite this life-long struggle, Sakusa still let you into his world in little ways.
He would hold your hand through the halls of school (of course, you had to thoroughly wash your hands first and then get his personal approval). And, on lucky days like when Itachiyama won their practice matches that week, Sakusa would kiss you on the forehead openly in public.
All you had to do was vocalize things, keep the roads of communication between you two and he would respond. If you wanted to come over to his family home or vice versa — just let him know ahead of time and he would be happy to accommodate you. You want to go on a date to the arcade? Sure, send him a text and he’ll pencil you in for a couple days from now. A part of you also liked wearing his sweaters, the ones that plastered his last-name across the back. And on request, Sakusa let you wear his own to school.
Sakusa was generally aware of your needs and was not against being vocal about your relationship. You knew all about this prior to being his official girlfriend and had even found it endearing how much he cared about your personal health.
All it took was a look.
A single look was enough to plant the seed of doubt and make it take root.
Keep reading
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.
safe besides you (sakusa kiyoomi x sick reader)
genre : hurt/comfort
character : timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi, gender neutral reader
warnings : mention of throwing up, sickness, insomnia, crying, loneliness
plot (established relationship): as you feel like getting sick you can’t help but miss your boyfriend who is away with his volleyball team for a major encounter. you try to deal with it on your own, but you feel way more safe when Kiyoomi is besides you
You feel lightheaded as you make your way back home.
It was a long day at work and now you feel even worse. Before walking back home you made a quick stop at the nearest mall in order to buy groceries for tonight’s dinner and some medicine to relieve your pain.
Kiyoomi isn’t here tonight, like every other night this week. He is abroad with his volleyball team for the most important games of the season. He might come home during the dead night or maybe in the early morning.
You miss him, even though he called you every night during this week. Just when he’s about to begin his day and you to end yours. You miss his steady presence, his soft kisses when he thinks that you’re still asleep, his always so soft and genuine gestures toward you. You miss his soft smiles and loving eyes, his warm and comforting embrace, his dark and messy hair… Yeah you miss him.
Tonight isn’t an exception. You open the front door only to face the silence of your shared house… ugh, you just need to eat, take your medicine, and go straight to sleep.
As you make your way to the kitchen in order to put away your groceries, you feel like throwing up or fainting, maybe both at the same time.
Crap, this is worse than you were thinking. You do the rest of the chores, because you know that an exhausted Kiyoomi would prefer coming back to a clean home, and decide to skip dinner. You’re feeling too nauseous anyway.
As you make your way through your bedroom, after taking some medicine, your phone vibrates.
This is a message from Kiyoomi.
9:45 pm Kiyoomi : hi, how are you doing tonight ? how was your day ?
9:46 pm you : I’m fine honey thank you. Aren’t you on the plane already ?
9:51 pm Kiyoomi : good no, we will get on board in 10 minutes
9:58 pm you : oh okay then, I made dinner, it is in the fridge for you to heat up when you’ll come back
9:58pm Kiyoomi : thanks darling, you should go to sleep I won’t be home before late I love you
9:59 pm you : yes, don’t worry kiyo, I love you too
You put your phone on the bedside table and slide under your bed sheets, desperately trying to warm yourself up and to fall asleep. You need rest, you know that, but you can’t help yourself from feeling lonely in your king sized bed, without the warm body of Kiyoomi. You sound so pitiful right now, but you’re sad and you need the raven haired boy. Even though you know that being sick won’t be very appealing for him and his fear of germs.
Yes, through the years of dating him you grew accustomed to his fears and habits and he tried his very best to open up to you concerning those matters but that doesn’t mean he likes it when you’re sick. Because he loves you and seeing you in pain isn’t something he particularly appreciates and because who likes being near sick people anyway…
You toss and turn in the bed. It is almost midnight and you feel worse than before. Cold sweat runs along your back and your head is spinning like crazy. You get up from bed and go to the bathroom in order to freshen up a bit.
After splashing some cold water on your face, you go back to bed and decide to text Sakusa. Just because you can, and because you’re feeling very bad right now.
12:10 pm you : hey, love I hope your trip back home is doing ok so far and that you’re not too tired
No response… he’s either asleep on the plane, in a cab on his way home, or trying to deal with his loud teammates. Dejected and exhausted, you try to go back to your slumber.
You wake up way later, the room is silent except for the background noises of the street. Besides you, to your delight, lay Kiyoomi. Your sweet Kiyoomi, fast asleep, looking exhausted but peaceful. You snuggle against him and sigh in delight.
Wait… your stomach turns up in an unpleasant twist and you feel the urge to throw up. You detangle yourself from Sakusa and get up from bed as fast and quietly as possible. You reach the bathroom just in time to close the door and empty your guts down the sink.
After some time you try to regain some composure in order to go back to bed, but you hear a faint knock on the bathroom door. Shit, you woke him up.
“y/n, darling, are you ok ?” says Kiyoomi in a faint voice, still tainted by sleep.
You feel guilty, you woke him up from his much needed sleep. He sounds exhausted, but most of all concerned.
“I’m fine Kiyoomi, go back to sleep honey, I’ll be here in a minute.” you sigh as you sit up from the bathroom floor.
He protests, “No, y/n you’re not. I heard you throwing up, can I come inside ?”
“Kiyoomi, I’m sick, I’m full of germs, you don’t wanna come near me I swear.” you respond on the verge of tears. Because you’re exhausted, you feel like shit and just want a warm hug from your lover. You try, unsuccessfully, to muffle back your sob but Kiyoomi doesn’t buy it.
“y/n, I’m going to enter okay ?” you hear from the other side of the door, as you hear the doorknob turning.
He’s here, in his pajamas, more like an old shirt and a boxer, standing right in front of you, closing his eyes as the sudden brightness of the bathroom light. His curls stick at odd angles and he looks as beautiful as ever.
You quickly wash your palms, to prevent him from touching your hands that have touched the sink full of vomit.
He makes his way towards you carefully, and takes your cheeks in his hands, examining your pale face.
“y/n darling, you’re sick” he locks his dark eyes in your tired ones as you scoff “yeah, no kidding.”
To your surprise, Kiyoomi tenderly kisses your forehead.
The tall man makes his way towards the bathroom closet and takes some medicine from it. He hands you a couple of pills and you swallow without questioning him, trusting him for those matters.
“I’m so sorry Kiyo, for waking you up and making you deal with this, I know you don’t like it and you must be exhausted.” you feel your eyes fill up again with tears as you try to steady yourself because of the lack of sleep.
“y/n, my love you’re sick, you needed me, I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your text, my phone is dead, but I’m here now” he says tenderly while pampering your face with kisses and as you sob uncontrollably.
This is so unlike him to come over his fear and approach you, even though you’re ill. It makes you cry even more as you feel him embrace you in a tight and warm hug and whispering
“I love you y/n and I don’t want you to deal with this alone, now come on you need to rest.” He leads you out of the bathroom which is connected to your bedroom and pushes you gently towards the bed.
As you lay down under the fresh sheets of your bed, Sakusa pulls you in a tight embrace and rests his lips on your forehead. There, in the warmth of your dear boyfriend, you finally feel at ease. You know that it’s where you belong to and that you’ll always feel safe beside him, in sickness and in health.
warnings: mentions of wine, no pronouns are used for the reader
you and sakusa kiyoomi wander to the kitchen whenever you can’t sleep. it’s a (now) usual habit that started around the second week of you living together — when you found him sitting on a kitchen stool, eating lucky charms while reading a magazine.
and of course, it’s not only the kitchen where you reside in the wee hours of the night — sometimes it’s out on your balcony that is crowded with plants, with bottles that once held wine, where you and sakusa sit with your legs dangling in between the rails, giggling about mundane things and observing as the people (insomniacs on a stroll, couples who are drunk in love, people who are heading to a party) pass by as you eat your favorite foods.
sometimes you’re in the living room — laughing as he paints your nails, quiet as he reads you his favorite books, loud as you both sing big fat mouth by arlie.
but tonight you’re in the kitchen — head resting on sakusa’s chest, feet bare and cold against the even colder kitchen’s floor. a thought on an autumn night by JANNABI is playing on his phone on the counter and his heart beat is calm against his rib cage.
“kiyoomi,” you start, lift your head up from his chest to stare up at him, unwrap your arm from around his waist to poke his cheek as a bashful smile spreads across your face. “kiyoomi i think i’m in love with you.” you giggle and he throws his head back, laughs.
“love of my life, the reason why i wake up every morning,” he laughs, “you think you’re in love? i put a ring on your finger and got so romantic with you — and you think you’re in love?!” he feigns anger before erupting into a fit of laughter. “okay, i think i’m in love with you too.” he smiles, plants a little kiss on your lips that tastes like cherry wine and boops your nose.
“actually,” you giggle and he giggles, “i know i’m in love with you. you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
he kisses you again. “i know i’m in love with you, too — and the way you wake up with a frown on your face before bursting into a smile because you see our cat,” he laughs and you laugh, too — turn over to look at your cat who’s resting on the couch. “and of course, i love the way you get excited over the smallest things, i love everything about you.” he kisses you again and again and it feels like all of your troubles melt, it feels like sakusa kiyoomi is pouring all of his love into your heart.