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date headcanons
eita semi, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi and kiyoomi sakusa
eita semi
⭑ dates with semi are just vibing !!!
⭑ ideal date would probably be just to peruse around a record shop discus your fave albums and songs
⭑ coffee break after shopping and you’d take cute pictures with your sweet treats and your silly trinkets
⭑ i think peoples posts with their snacks and their sonny angels or calico critters or smiskis are so cute
⭑ he’d repost it on his story if you posted your date with your trinkets on insta !!!
⭑ song on story is from the album you bought too !!
⭑ n then you’d go home n listen to whatever album you bought at the record shop and just chat while holding hands and being silly <3
hajime iwaizumi
⭑ proud filo iwa believer !!!!!!!
⭑ he’d take you out to get filipino food !!! loves eating his childhood favorites with you <3
⭑ he’d let you eat the last piece of lumpia 🙏
⭑ i see him wanting to take a walk around a local park either in a comfortable silence as you just enjoy the others company or just mindlessly chatting about each others days
⭑ he makes sure you get home safe !! asks you to text him when you get home and then responds with how much fun he’s had today with you <3
keiji akaashi
⭑ bookstore frequenter !!!!!!
⭑ if you’re not a reader he gets it!! he’ll prolly ask if you find certain books interesting and get them and read them and let you know if he liked it
⭑ definitely reads out his favorite books to you if you’d allow it !!!!
⭑ per bookstore date tradition you always get coffee and a snack to fuel you for your walk around the bookstore !!!
⭑ very relaxing, feels like it’s just the two of you there, which it probably is but… what more could a man ask for !!? books, coffee and his lovely partner !!
kiyoomi sakusa
⭑ locking pinkies > hand holding
⭑ or at least it’s like that to sakusa !!
⭑ this would be like at least once a month type of date !!
⭑ you both wake up early enough for you to go the farmers market and pick yo stuff to make lunch or dinner together!!!
⭑ very domestic and cute <3
⭑ sakusa likes the farmers market because he likes knowing where his food comes from and supporting local businesses !!!
⭑ it’s okay if you can’t cook, he’ll help even if it turns into him doing most of the work, he’s making a meal with you and fits for the both of you !!! it’s made with love <3
⭑ short but i think it’s cute !!! i was struck with inspiration at practice and was madly typing at my phone during my water break !!
⭑ sorry for the inactivity!!! i will find a healthy balance soon i just needed to get into the groove of school and figure out when i have downtime to wire <3
⭑ might do a pt.2 of this just lmk who you want in it !!!
A/N: I know in the manga that Kiyoomi says that dogs are cute and way more hygienic than humans because they sweat through their paws and tongue unlike humans who sweat through the skin, so in this little os he doesn’t like animals in general. :]
„What. Is. that?“
Kiyoomi opens the door to your shared apartment, stopping immediately in his tracks when he sees a small German Shepherd puppy with floppy ears laying on the floor, chewing on what seems to be on of his spare volleyballs.
As the tall man enters, he keeps a wildly bewildered look on his face, scooching himself to the wall, calling your name loudly with a mix of fear and irritation in his eyes.
Hearing your boyfriend‘s name in distress, you almost run into the entrance hallway of where you hear him, trying really hard to control yourself not to laugh.
Seems like he found your little surprise.
The black curly-haired 6‘3 man almost presses himself into a corner, looking terrified and dare you say disgusted at the little fluffy creature that you picked up from the shelter earlier in the morning.
When you saw those eyes in a post on Facebook, how could you not pick him up to give him a loving home?
Loki is wagging his little thin tail like crazy, yapping and barking, trying to get close to Kiyoomi, who is keeping the puppy away with his foot, blocking him off.
With each bark, Kiyoomi visibly flinches.
„(Y/N). Take it away from me, please.“ He almost begs.
Giggling softly, you pick up Loki and you see the ravenette take a relieving breath.
Walking past you with big distance, he really tries to control himself not to run out of this apartment and get a hotel room for the night.
„Kiyo, stop saying it like it’s a piece of garbage or something. His name is Loki.“
„You named that thing already?“ He asked irritated while grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
„Well yeah, I am not planning on giving him back if that’s what you are wondering, that is just morally wrong.“
„It’s morally wrong to bring an animal into our apartment without telling me first. What if I have allergies?“
„Don’t be like that. I asked your sister if you had any allergies and she denied it.“ You smirk in victory.
He glares at you in annoyance, his eyes shifting to the little happy furball again that looks at Kiyoomi like he is his whole world.
Heaving a deep sigh, he hangs his head in defeat.
„I am not going to be able to convince you to bring it back, am I?“ Kiyoomi says in a tired voice.
„Nope.“ You grin proudly.
„Any more unsuspected surprises I should be aware of?“
„Nah. Hey, can we get a cat next?“
„Don’t push my patience.“
@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert
Meeting kid!Kiyoomi was an arranged meeting decided by the parents of Kiyoomi and your parents.
You were just a cute little eight year old, while Kiyoomi was already ten years old.
And to be honest, you have never seen a kid with that deep of a scowl before in your short life.
Honestly, his presence and his dark eyes gave off a highly intimidating aura that you wanted nothing to do with.
Your mum gently ushered you into his direction and you made hesitant steps towards him.
With each step you took, Kiyoomi‘s scowl grew even deeper and he almost looked like a cat hissing at you.
Seeing kid!Kiyoomi‘s mean face almost made you tear up and his mother scolded him to lose that face.
His frown softened just a bit and when you were both close enough, you introduce yourself first, bowing down a bit.
"Hello Sakusa-san, my name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). Nice to meet you."
The ravenette just looked at you with an undefined look on his face, not sure yet if you’re a friend or foe.
"Why don’t you show (Y/L/N) around a little bit? Maybe you can show her Tora?" His mother suggested.
Kid!Kiyoomi seems in thought before he asked you to follow him.
Not waiting for you follow, you quickly ran up next to him, trying to make conversation.
Yet whenever you talked about something or asked him anything, he would either hum, shrug or give very short answers.
"So… what do you like to do?" You ask him as you kick a few stones away on your walking path.
"I like volleyball." And it was so quiet, you barely heard it.
"Volleyball? How come?" You asked in return with big eyes and your curiosity made him blush a little bit.
"It’s a cool sport. I just like it. I play with my cousin sometimes."
You beamed at him and you got so close, that he backs away a little bit from your excitement, his blush only intensified.
"I am glad there is something you DO like Sakusa." You gave him a big grin and that cheeky grin of yours with one tooth on the side missing, made his heart beat a lot faster and he wondered, where that warm feeling suddenly came from.
Nonetheless, the two of you spent the day together, you got introduced to Tora, Sakusa‘s pet chick and it was the cutest damn thing you had laid your eyes on.
While you were holding the cute little chick, Sakusa kept his eyes on you intensely and without realizing it, a small smile grew on his face as well.
Now older, both of you did grow closer and Sakusa had introduced you to his Cousin Komori.
It’s still a mystery to you how those two are related to each other, the only two things they shared in common was their bloodline and their love and dedication for volleyball.
You did not enjoy playing volleyball with Sakusa due to his harsh spikes and his constant nitpicking on you, but when you played with Komori, that was a different story.
He was kind, gentle and he actually talked more than three words in an hour.
Seeing you get close to his cousin made kid!Kiyoomi‘s stomach twists in a very upset way.
Like if he ate something bad, someone didn’t wash their hands or someone didn’t cover their face when they sneezed.
Kid!Kiyoomi absolutely loathes this feeling.
Seeing his older sister doing homework on the table, Kiyoomi went home earlier without saying anything to you or Komori.
Stopping in front of her, he asks her something in a very upset voice that she is all too familiar with.
"Oneesan, whenever I see (Y/N) with Komori together, I have this very upset feeling in my stomach. What is that and how do I stop it?"
She looked with surprised eyes at him before giggling.
"That is not funny. I could be dying." The curly-haired ravenette frowned.
"Kiyo, you’re not dying. You’re just jealous." She explained and went back to doing her homework, and she explained it as if it was the easiest answer in the universe.
"Of what?" His frown deepened.
She perched up an eyebrow and looked back at him.
"Because of Motoya. You like (Y/N) and you don’t want Motoya near her."
His frown turned into a deep scowl and it made his sister laugh even harder.
"I do not like (Y/N) in that way."
"Sure if you say so. Your googly-eyes at her tell me otherwise." She teased him.
Without any replies, Kiyoomi padded back into his room and slammed the door a bit when he closed it.
Sakusa did start to realize he might have feelings for you when you’re both in High School, attending Itachiyama High.
You were in the Equestrian Club and Sakusa attended the volleyball club.
When your school had a competition with Shiratorizawa, Iizuna Tsukasa, the captain of the volleyball team took an interest in you.
Your determination, kindness and passion gave Tsukasa heart eyes whenever you were near.
And it made teen!Kiyoomi furious.
Unfortunately the Outside Hitter couldn’t do anything but watch as his Captain tried to ask you out at least twice and was rejected both times.
Why, teen!Kiyoomi never found out.
6 years later~
Sitting on a bench swing, you hear the glass door being opened behind you.
Nonetheless, you keep your eyes on the stars.
A presence sits down next to you, wrapping his muscular arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to his side.
Leaning your head against his comfortable shoulder, you sigh out in bliss, your breath being visible in the cold night.
"What are you thinking about my love?" Kiyoomi asks you in a gentle voice.
"Your mean face when I met you the first time. Your scowl scarred eight year old me."
He scoffs at that and pinches your shoulder very slightly.
"Well I hated you back then but now you’re the love of my life."
"Hated me?! Excuse me Mr.I-Hate-Everyone but I was just trying to be nice and you blocked everything off like Grumpy from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves."
"Thanks love, I appreciate it the comparison to an old bearded grumpy guy."
"Well I mean the only thing that is missing is the white beard."
After that, Kiyoomi tickles your sides, your cheerful laughter filling the cold night air with warmth that reaches the Outside Hitter‘s heart and as long as he is the only one who can hear your laughter, he wouldn’t trade it for anything in this world.
And even though, both of your bodies have changed and matured over the years, adult!Kiyoomi‘s love for you has not changed since kid!Kiyoomi fell in love with you.
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.
It’s a beautiful day during the fall season, the different pretty colors of the leaves that have been changed after summer was over, fall into the cold ground.
Two individuals, one man, with hair as dark as the midnight sky and a woman, drop-dead gorgeous, rest underneath a Japanese Maple tree. But they are not just any individuals.
The 6'3 tall man named Kiyoomi Sakusa, is secretly a yakuza member of the Jackals, one of the most feared mafia groups in Japan. The woman however, is a mere citizen but also the lover of said man. Sakusa took some time off his job to spend it with you instead, Meian thankfully granting him the request.
Collecting bounties and income, smashing a few heads and breaking some bones here and there, Sakusa is a ruthless, cold-blooded hunter when it comes to his position in the yakuza. To you however, he is the most sweet and softest puppy dog.
Sakusa is just relaxing with his head on your lap with his eyes closed, when he felt a very light weight on his head.
Opening one of his dark orbs, he sees that you placed something upon his dark curls, adjusting it as you focus highly on your task.
"What did you put on my head, my love?" He asks you, opening his other eye now as he looks at you with a breathtaking smile.
You’re quiet for a few seconds, when you gaze back into his dark eyes.
"A gift. Now you look even more handsome." You gush at him, blushing slightly at seeing his one-in-a-million-smile that just you get to see.
Sakusa chuckles lightly at your words, reaching up to find out what you placed on his dark curls only to get his tattooed hand slapped away from you.
"Ow. Why did you slap my hand away?" He pouts as he rubs his hand over the one you slapped, even though it barely hurt him.
"I just spent an eternity making you a magnificent flower crown and placed it on your unruly, complicated black curls, if you even move a single millimeter you will ruin my perfect placement." You scold him while waving a finger in his face.
"I didn’t know an eternity in your language means five minutes."
Sakusa snatches your hand and brings it to his face, pretending to bite it.
You screech in fear while quickly pulling your hand out of his and the ravenette chuckles darkly at your action.
"That’s what you get for trying to bark orders at me, you little germ." His hand finds yours again, intertwining your fingers with his big, slender ones. And you remember, that these fingers carry lots of blood on them, yet you don’t care. If anything, it makes Sakusa even hotter than he already is. And he is yours alone, as much as you are his.
"What? I can’t bark orders at you but Meian can?" You arch in eyebrow in annoyance.
"Yes." He bluntly states as he continues to look up at you.
"And why’s that?" You pry further.
"Because Meian pays my bills and he is my boss." Sakusa explains as if he’s talking to a toddler.
"What if I were your boss? Would you listen to me then?" You make a cute face, batting your eyelashes at him.
"No." Your lover disagrees.
"WHAT?!"
"I wouldn’t be able to take you seriously. And I don’t think any of the guys would. You’re too cute and you have the face of an angry wet kitten whenever you are mad at me." Sakusa explains with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.
"Also. I know that Miya and Joffe keep eyeing you whenever they think I am not looking. And I could smash their skulls through the nearest wall whenever I see them do that. You’re already a distraction to me. Imagine the chaos if you have more guys than me thirsting after you." Sakusa adds with a grumble, as he crosses his arms across his chest.
"Awww look at you, Mr.Big-Bad-I-Beat-Up-People-For-A-Living-Kiyoomi Sakusa. What will those poor people think of you when they find out you’re a big fat softie underneath all those tattoos and that mean scowl of yours?" You tease him, laughing at his scowl that’s directed at you.
"Don’t call me a big fat softie in front of the others. They won’t live to tell the tale." Sakusa closes his eyes again, snuggling more into your thighs.
"Not even Miya?" He can almost hear the grin in your voice.
"Especially not Miya." The man mumbles as he starts to drift off.
[ 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.’
ugh this was so good :((((
words can't describe how good it is
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.
interactions (comments and reblogs) are much appreciated! ♥︎
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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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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any sakusa fuckers… present…
i’m getting sleepy and ‘m just thinking abt cunny inspector sakusa nii… just being drowsy and him parting your legs to check your folds for anything, getting wet as he pumps his rough fingers inside, scraping your sensitive spots when he curls them and creaming with a blissful sigh, snuggling into your pillow comfily as if your cunt isn’t full of your nii-chan’s fingers <3 can sakusa rlly resist not filling up your pussy with his cum and cock :(((
HQ boys + Obsessed with you
when they think about you... brain go brrrrr
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.
Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.
Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”
Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.
Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you
Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.
Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.
Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
rbs v appreciated! <3
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
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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
Fool (Sakusa Kiyoomi x F! Reader/OC) Ch. 1
DISCLAIMER: This is my first proper fanfic here on Tumblr, so feedbacks are highly appreciated! :) Also, FEM Pronouns are used, so if that’s not your cup of tea, you can skip this. This hasn’t been properly proofread yet, so there are some errors.
CHAPTER 1 Giggles and chatters filled the room as the bride and her entourage get dolled up.
"You excited? Nervous?" One of the bride's maids asked the bride, simultaneously plucking her veil from the mannequin.
Before she could respond, the door opened, "Stop playing with that," they heard the bride's mother chide playfully.
"I wasn't," the bride's maid said shyly, putting down the veil.
Her mom went behind her, helping the stylists with the bride's gown.
"You look lovely, sweetie," Her mom said, smiling softly.
"Thanks, mom," she said, as loud as a breath, "I can't believe this is happening. It feels like a dream. Oh my God, what if something goes wrong? What if the flowers are all wrong? What if Omi decides getting married isn't for him? Or what if-"
"Hey! Stop. Nothing's going to go wrong," Her sister, the maid-of-honor, said as she stood behind her and gently held her shoulders, "I checked, everything's fine. And I assure you Omi will not change his mind last minute, he's not like that. So relax. Okay?"
"Okay," The bride said, willing herself to calm down.
"Besides, Sakusa would be a fool not to marry you."
Sakusa would be a fool not to marry you.
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In the other room, Kiyoomi Sakusa stood in front of the mirror, fixing his necktie and cuff links for what seemed like the millionth time. "If you don't stop, I will choke you with that," He heard his cousin, Komori said, walking up to him. Kiyoomi glared at him, opting to say nothing and went back to fiddling with his tie. "We asked him to stop, like, 30 minutes ago. Even told him we'd tie him to a chair. Eh, tough luck."
They heard someone, Bokuto, say, as he emerged from the room's en suite.
"Did you wash your hands?" Kiyoomi asked, well it sounded more like an accusation, "Can't have your germs ruining my wedding."
"Yes, your highness," Bokuto said teasingly, "I even put some of that fancy-looking hand sanitizer you brought with you. It's off brand for you though."
"It's hers. She told me it's her wedding gift for me. Told her she's the best gift I could ever have," Omi answered, a small smile appearing on his face.
"Kiyoomi Sakusa," A voice suddenly exclaimed, it was Atsumu Miya, "I never thought you'd be this sappy. Then again, I never thought you'd get married, but look at where you are."
"Shut your mouth before I shut it for you," Omi threatened, eyeing Atsumu from the mirror.
The boys continued to tease chat with each other, until a knock resounded in the room.
"You boys ready?" Omi's brother asked. They all looked at Kiyoomi, who seemed to have gone paler.
"Don't worry Omi, everything's going to be okay," Komori said, patting Omi on the back, "I'm sure she's just as excited as you are."
I'm sure she's just as excited as you are.
But it wasn't that Kiyoomi was worried about. Of course she was excited, he should be too, this was all they've been talking about for a year. But why did it feel like he wasn't? Like the bile coming up his throat was out of fear rather than excitement. His hands, usually calloused and dry from volleyball, started to feel cold and clammy. It was unsettling. At the back of his head, something's nagging at him. He just knew something was wrong.
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Looking at the sea of people from the altar, he felt a sense of déjà vu. He's seen this setting somewhere. His brother's wedding maybe? But the feeling was way too personal to it to be something he momentarily experienced. Dwelling on that thought didn't really help Kiyoomi's nerves. In fact, they appear get worse. Not even the giggles of his little cousins could distract him.
Dark eyes swam amongst the guests. What are you looking for? He asked himself. What was he looking for? Or who was we looking for.
He found his answer in the pair of warm grey eyes looking at him mournfully. Why does she look familiar? He questioned himself. Maybe she's a friend of his fiancée? Maybe someone he knew before the accident? He did lose quite a lot of his memories, and even after two years, some of it haven't returned.
Before he was able to turn to ask Komori, who was dutifully standing behind him, the wedding march began playing, signalling the entrance of his bride. Kiyoomi looked straight on, at the double doors, telling himself that all of these are just wedding jitters, and when he saw her, he knew everything will be fine.
Except it wasn't, because when she walked in, it wasn't her he saw, it was someone else. It was like a memory of his was being played right in from of him. The same warm grey eyes, looking at him with bashfulness and so full of love.
He blinked and it was gone.
His real bride now stood before him. He furrowed his brows, what just happened?
"Hi," She whispered, as her father gave handed her off to Kiyoomi, "You look nice."
He smiled, looking more uncomfortable than shy, "Yeah, you too."
Her smile faltered, she felt something was off. However, she shook it off as she heard the priest start speaking.
Things were going well, at least that's how it appeared to those watching. It was all good until it wasn't.
As the priest announced the exchanging of vows, Kiyoomi knew he made a mistake. He was already with someone else. Someone who wasn't the girl in front of him. His eyes darted around the room, dark eyes searching for warm grey ones. Amanai. Amanai Kanoka. That's her name. She was his girlfriend before the accident, before he lost his memories. He was supposed to be with her, not the one in front of him.
"Mr. Sakusa, I believe you've written your own vows?" The priest asked.
His hands started sweating and shaking.
"I-uh-" He started, feeling around his suit pocket for his vows, "Yeah, I-uh-"
His bride looked at him worriedly, "Omi, is everything alright?"
Kiyoomi sighed, "I can't."
Sakusa would be a fool not to marry you.
"What?" She said, thinking she misheard him.
"I can't marry you," He said, louder, allowing almost everyone to hear.
"W-what?" She stuttered, hands started shaking.
"I'm already with someone else," He said, looking on to the audience, straight at Amanai Kanoka.
"W-who...what...I-I don't understand," His bride, well ex-bride, said. She looked at him as saw his eyes weren't directed at her. She followed his eye sight and found him looking at, who she thought, was supposed to be his ex-girlfriend.
They never really broke up, you know? A voice in her head said. But she left him, because he can't remember. Another voice countered.
"What's there not to understand," He exclaimed, rather harshly, "I can't be with you when I'm obviously already with someone else."
He looked backed at her, his "supposed bride-to-be". Her eyes were welling up, and unfocused. He knew he hurt her, but can she blame him?
"I, I'm sorry," He started, "I hope there's another way, but..."
He tried to make things better, although obviously impossible. He can't say anything anymore. What are you supposed to say to someone when you broke their heart? On their wedding day no less?
He looked back at Amanai. She was gone. He heard the doors open and saw her walking out. Without a second thought, he followed her. He stepped down the altar, and ran towards the huge double doors, leaving his ex-fiancée to pick up her broken heart.
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CHAPTER 2
She felt her knees buckle. Had Atsumu been a second slower, she probably would have collapsed. The echoes of the huge doors being shut slashed at her heart, even worse when she saw him follow her.
"Tsumu..." She called softly, cling on his suit jacket, "This was supposed to be my day. Our day..."
"Shh, I know," Was all Atsumu could say. Because truthfully, what could you say to a girl who's been left by her fiancé at the altar. On their wedding day.
Everyone seemed to get over their shock and started to chatter amongst themselves.
The bride's parents, even Kiyoomi's, quickly rushed to the girl's aid.
"Oh dear, we're so sorry. We don't, we can't explain what happened," Kiyoomi's mother started, she didn't know what to do. Her son just up and left. His ex-fiancée was a crying mess on the church floor.
"It's okay," The girl's mother stated, "There's nothing we could've done."
With that, she helped her daughter up, and left the church, her husband and eldest daughter trailing behind.
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As fast as her legs could go, Kanoka ran. She knew she shouldn't have gone to the wedding. But she couldn't help but want see Kiyoomi one last time. At least before he was a married man. She didn't expect for him to remember her.
"Amanai, wait!" She heard him call.
She didn't stop, only willed herself to run faster. However, even with her volleyball training, Kiyoomi was faster. He caught up to her, and quickly grabbed her hand, pushing her to a halt.
"Please," She heard him say.
"What do you think you're doing, Sakusa?" She asked, trying to keep a strong facade, not looking at him.
She knew if she did, her resolve would break.
"What do you mean 'what am I doing?' I'm trying to get back with you? To you?" He answered, matter-of-factly, like all of this was a normal thing. Like he didn’t just leave a girl at the altar.
"Get back with me?!" Amanai parroted, now fully looking at Kiyoomi, "Sakusa, you were about to get married?!"
"Yeah, but..." He started, memories coming in waves, "I was with you, before the accident..."
He looked at her eyes, he felt at home. At peace. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself.
"We never really broke up."
"I mean, sure, but..." She said, confusion flooding her, "But this all seems so wrong."
They both stayed silent. Yes, logically, this was wrong. In his head, Kiyoomi knew this was wrong. His mind told him to go back to the church and finish that wedding. But in that moment, Kiyoomi felt like leaving was the right thing to do. I mean, how could he commit to someone else, when his heart was still with another, right?
"What are we going to do now?" Amanai asked, looking anywhere but at the man still holding her hand.
"Maybe we could, you know, try again?" Kiyoomi offered, "Pick up where we left off?" A second. Then two. Then three. And another.
Amanai held her breath. Was she really willing to break someone else's heart to save her own? The answer was simple.
"Okay." She said, finally looking at Kiyoomi's eyes, "Let's try this again."
Kiyoomi let out a breath, and smiled.
"Okay." He said, smile appearing to have gotten bigger.
They stayed in silence for a few seconds before, unexpectedly, Kiyoomi pulled Amanai in to a bone crushing hug.
"I missed you," He whispered.
I missed you, too. She said to herself. She knew she did, but she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. "I know."
Kiyoomi was back. In her arms. She was holding him, in person. Just like before. However, even the blindest of people could see that things weren't what they used to be.
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Although on the outside, things seemed to be back to normal, Kiyoomi knew they weren't. Atsumu and Bokuto glared at him every chance they got, and Hinata and Komori looked at him with pity when they make eye contact. Plus, his relationship with Amanai wasn't like what it was back then. They seemed to be fighting over the littlest of things, things he couldn't even remember them fighting about before. And with the Olympics nearing, practices have been doubled. Needless to say, Kiyoomi was tired. Not to mention, and a certain someone had been on his mind as of late.
"What?!" He shouted at Atsumu, tossing the ball to the side, hard.
Had Hinata not been fast enough, it would have hit his head.
The blond Miya had been glaring at Kiyoomi for the past 10 minutes, and purposefully flunking his sets so that the Outside Hitter would miss his spikes.
"What do you mean, 'what?!' ? You know what you did!" Atsumu exclaim, pushing at Kiyoomi.
"If you plan on talking about her, I suggest you shut it, before I shove a ball right at your ugly mug," Kiyoomi threatened, hard eyes focused on Atsumu.
"Do you even know what you did to her?! How broken she was?!" The setter continued, ignoring the other's threats.
"Tsumu, this isn't the time," Bokuto whispered from the side. Trying to diffuse the situation.
Fortunately, Atsumu heard, however it didn't have the desired effect.
"So when, huh? When are we going to tell this idiot how broken he left her that day?! How we had to watch the light in her eyes slowly die?! How we had to help her, for two longs years, pick up the broken pieces of herself he left behind?! When?!" Atsumu shouted, angry tears falling as he faced Kiyoomi.
Kiyoomi felt his chest tighten. He knew he broke her heart, but he never thought to what degree, or how much. He assumed she would've been okay after a few months.
Oh, how stupid he was to think that.
He was stupid for leaving someone who even after three years, unknowingly had his heart. Amanai never had it in the first place. Sure he thought that when his memories came back, but looking back on it, he realized, he only craved for Amanai because she was his past. Something he knew of, something he was certain.
She wasn't. She was new. A breath of fresh air in his polluted daydreams. He got scared. Scared of something new, because no one made him feel that way before. He didn't know what to do.
Now he did. He knew what he had to do.
However, staring at the elegant silver envelope resting in his hand, he knew he was too late. And as he sat there in his three-piece grey suit, he knew he could never have her back.
She started helping out at the restaurant a year after. It was a good way to distract herself.
Watching her smile, something that was used to be directed at him, as she danced with a certain dark-haired Miya, painfully tugged at his heart.
He told us she was a breath of fresh air. Something he really needed after looking at Tsum-Tsum's face all these years-Ow! It's true!
His hand clenched the champagne glass tighter. His head filling with "what if's" and "what could have been's".
I was surprised when he told me he asked her to marry him. He never really talked to me about it before. Guess she really has that charm, doesn't she?
Kiyoomi chugged his drink. That was supposed to be him. He was supposed to be the one dancing with her in front of their friends and family. He was supposed to be the one whispering sweet nothings and 'I love you's' in her ear as they listened to their friends share anecdotes about their love life.
He was supposed to be Osamu Miya. He, Kiyoomi Sakusa, was supposed to be her husband.
Looking at the pair, he knew he was way too late.
He knew, he was a fool to not have married her.
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.
