#kiyoomi x y/n
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do you guys ever think about streamer!sakusa because i do
cw: swearing
sakusasbigtits👑👑: wait wtf are they in the room ???
hinatashoyolover: ASHDSFKAJSDFHG
ellawantsaran👑: PARTNER REVEAL
violetvolley2012: mOVE YOUR FUCKNIG WEBCAM
oikawamilkbox7: SHWO PARTNER SHOW FPARTNER
miya_osamu: what the fuck is going on
"what the hell is a miya doing in my chat? i could've sworn you guys just finished a charity stream," he dodges, leaning back in his chair as chaotic messages urging him to show his partner flew by. "look, i don't know what you guys are talking about. there's no one in the room but me." cross-legged on his bed and wearing his jersey, you stifle a laugh into your fist just out of sight. his eyes flicker over to you for a moment and soften before he goes back to manipulating his chat.
miyarearrangemyinsides👑: YOU FUCKING LIAR
sakusasbigtits👑👑: WHY ARE YOU GASLIGHTING US
"i'm serious." more messages of indignancy light up his screen. "i don't think you guys even know what gaslighting means." a smirk spreads across his face as chat explodes, taking the bait and continuing to argue with their favorite man through a screen. "thank you kuroobella7 for the five gifted-"
stop being a big baby and show us your partner, deadpans the automatic voice reading out his donations. you can't help it, that time, and the laugh that slips out is definitely picked up by kiyoomi's mic.
sakusasbigtits👑👑: WHO WAS THAT
oikawamilkbox7: WE HEARD THAT OMI
tinygianttwo: hi sakusa!!
"hey, shoyo. welcome back to the hellhole that is my chat," he says, continuing to ignore the outrage rising in his stream. "hop in vc one, i'm gonna see if bokuto wants to play phasmophobia." your attention returns to your laptop and you continue with typing out the rest of your assignment.
you vaguely register kiyoomi saying something about grabbing another drink, forcing an ad onscreen before creeping over to you. his hands rest on the edge of the bed as he leans forward, pressing his lips softly to yours and smiling against your mouth. "i love you a lot."
"i love you more. when are you gonna stop convincing chat that i don't exist?"
"when they earn it," he answers simply, kissing the corner of your mouth and the tip of your nose. if lovesickness were a disease, he wouldn't mind being ill. "which i think will take a very long time."
"you are not making my stream debut a sub-goal," you chuckle, tilting your neck up to kiss the moles above his eyebrow. "i will not let you."
"how else are they gonna earn it?"
"i am not letting you monetize showing my face on your stream, omi," you reiterate with a delirious smile. he continues to push, nudging his nose against yours like a needy cat.
"you're cute when in my jersey. what if i end stream right now and just lay here with you?"
"okay, lover boy," you say, gently pushing his face away. "go back to--huh?" both of your attentions shoot to your phone, where the beaming face of bokuto's contact photo illuminated your screen. you swipe down on the sudden influx of notifications and feel your heart stop.
Less Tolerable Miya👎🏐: CHECK CHAT HAHAHA THERES NO FUCKIGN WAY
Better Miya🍙🏐: oi check your volume stupid
Bokuhoe Kotaro🦉✨🏐: BABE YOUR BOYFRIEND ISNT MTUED
Less Tolerable Miya👎🏐: wait is my name in your phone still less tolerable miya
Sunshine Shoyo🧡☀️🏐: SAKUSA'S STREAM SOUND IS ON
"oh...shit," he mutters, pressing one more kiss to your forehead before running to his computer and throwing his headphones on, face bright pink and tripping over his words. his chat is a wildfire, persistent and absolutely uncontrollable. at some point, kiyoomi just gives up and leans back in his chair, looking for you to help.
you raise your eyebrows in question.
he tilts his head to beckon you over.
you appear in the frame of his webcam, wearing his jersey. kiyoomi looks at you like you are the only thing that matters in his entire world.
"alright fuckers, you happy now that you've seen 'em? good, because if we reach subgoal, i'm gonna make them play fnaf with me."
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you’re housing a glass of something brown.
it’s definitely alcohol and it’s definitely strong. which isn’t surprising, since it’s kiyoomi’s.
kiyoomi is tall amongst his team mates. black slacks and a black shirt loosely tucked in to his frame; he looks vampiric as his skin glows in the shitty house-party lights.
his waist is slimmer than the other’s around him. the curve of his shoulders into his stomach and down to his hip bones are perfect.
you watch him snort and cover his mouth as he laughs at something, quickly waving it off as shoyo asks to do a shot with him. kiyoomi rolls his eyes, and they take the shot.
it’s maybe half an hour later when you see kiyoomi stumble his way back to you and your couch. his hair is sticking to his face, and his shirt looks like it’s been untucked in places.
the sunken-in brown leather couch dips when kiyoomi slides into your side.
“you having fun?” you ask as kiyoomi presses his nose into your cheek, you giggle a bit as his breath tickles your skin.
“so much fun,” he says as he’s pressing open mouthed kisses on the side of your face, his lips moving towards the base of your neck, and all the way up to the bottom of your ear.
“you’re so cute over here, jus’ sittin’ by yourself,” he mumbles, “holdin’ my drink for me.. so sweet and kind,” he’s talking nonsense.
you nod along because what do you even say to that? it’s hard to argue with him as he’s sliding his hand up and down your thigh, teeth nibbling at your ear.
“can’t stop touching you,” you squirm as his hand sinks higher up your thigh, “i want you so badly baby, please.” he’s practically begging you, with his hand moving towards your inner thigh you can’t help but inch closer to him— he’s so close.
“not here omi,” you turn to try and return his kisses but he just whines.
“no, no you don’t— you can’t say that,” he presses his hand in further, all whiny, “please just— baby just let me do this, i can’t help myself.”
there’s an insatiable feeling coiling in your stomach.
“people are looking.” you try to calm down, slightly pushing against kiyoomi’s hands.
“i don’t care,”
you can see his cock hardening in his slacks, and he looks so good.
there’s a distant whoop and cheer in the distance and you have half a mind to think it was aimed at the two of you.
“kiyoomi..” you sigh.
“don’t. just stop talking— please,” he grabs your hand and slowly places it on his clothed cock. his hips immediately buck up into you. you’ve never seen him so needy before.
“you’re so hard,”
“yeah? you feel it?” he’s mouthing against you, “it’s all for you. you know that, yeah?”
and no. you didn’t really know that. kiyoomi has never been so vulnerable. usually the quiet and stern type during these moments, this is the first time he’s ever been so open.
you slowly rub your hand up and down, enough for kiyoomi to whine his way to your lips, pressing light kisses in a way that can only be seen as desperate.
“i love when you touch me. so much. shit,” he mumbles, “i don’t say it enough. i swear,” his lips are so warm.
“kiyoomi, let me take you home,”
he shakes his head no against you, “no. need you now.”
“i cant give you what you need here,” you mutter, embarrassed at even saying anything like that in public.
“you don’t need to,” his slender fingers move over your underwear, slowly touching you. your chest gets caught in your throat and you’re suddenly aware of everything in the room, “feel good?” he kisses your jaw.
he slips his hand under your clothes, his fingers tracing over you and your thighs. your hand covers your mouth as kiyoomi feels you.
“guys?”
you jerk back into the seat as shoyo approaches the two of you. to your horror, omi doesn’t even pretend to stop, his fingers moving over you like it was his job.
“yes?” he sounds bored.
and at that point their voices are gone. all you can feel are his fingers and his breath and his body. it’s just him him him.
and then it’s not.
kiyoomi’s stroking your cheek slowly, “gonna get another drink,”
“wait. what? kiyoomi? why did—”
he looks devilish as he presses a small kiss on your forehead.
“i’ll be back.” voice full of sweetness as you’re writhing on the couch, “i’ll take care of you at home.”
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when they think you're going on a date with someone else
a/n: I NEED A REVIVAL OF THE HAIKYUU FANDOM PLS. I NEED HAIKYUU MOOTS TO HELP W THIS BRAINROT.
tw // jealousy, possessiveness, nsfw-ish (no explicit scenes), fwb to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, exes to lovers, mutual pining
part 2 (iwaizumi, kunimi)
ATSUMU
classic fwb to lovers
you and atsumu have been messing around for about a year now, and in the beginning, neither of you wanted anything serious
but over time, you learned each others quirks and habits
he would make you coffee when you woke up and you'd make breakfast and with a chaste kiss to the cheek, you would start your days
you would spend most of your day after work in his apartment just hanging out, watching movies, making dinner, playing board games really anything to spend more time with each other
totally normal fwb behavior!
but one day he noticed that you were a little more dressed up than usual and he couldn't help but ask
"why're you all dolled up tonight sweetheart?" "oh a co-worker asked me out!"
he had never really considered the status of your relationship, but something about you going out with another man rubbed him the wrong way but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was
you were on your way out when you thought he was going in for his usual kiss on the cheek
what you weren't expecting was him to go for your neck, leaving a trail of hickies that had you gripping his shirt and when he looked down your dress, he caught a glimpse of his favorite lingerie set, his
"wouldn't want someone to get the wrong idea, you're mine sweetheart, don't you ever forget that"
you could hear the silent desperation in his voice despite his arrogant facade
needless to say you didn't go anywhere that night
what he didn't know was that you had no intention of going on this non-existent date in the first place but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him
RINTARO
childhood friends to lovers! (personally my favorite trope)
you'd known rin since elementary school, somehow making it all the way to college together
you were inseparable and everyone around you thought you were together
with all the people both of you had rejected in the two decades of being friends, everyone had backed off of both of you after a while
lately you were busy with school and rin was also getting busy with his plans on going pro
over the past six months, you guys hadn't really spend that much time together and while you had missed spending time together you both knew there would always be time in the future for each other
or so you thought
because you had spent so much time apart, people thought that the both of you had become fair game
up until that point, you had both chalked up your lack of love lives to general disinterest in romance
but after you had saw rin at a cafe, your favorite cafe, on a date with his new manager, you came to the realization that you were in love with your best friend
but you thought it was too late, so you had entirely ceased contact with him which hurt him but he wanted to respect your boundaries so he let you be
what he didn't expect was to see you three months later during his practice but before he could reach you, he saw you waving past him, right at one of his teammates
he watched as the man jogged up to you, pulling you into a hug and talking with you animatedly
he was usually a pretty chill guy, but in that moment something lit in his chest that he had never felt before
was that jealousy? he knew he had no right to be jealous, seeing as how he'd gone on his fair share of dates in the past few months but no one caught his interest long enough to last anyways so it wasn't the same as what you were doing to him now
before you realized it, you felt someone loop their arms around your waist from behind
"hey princess, been a while. who's this?" "y/n you never told me this was the infamous rin!"
there was a petty satisfaction in knowing that you had talked about him to other men, especially to men that you were seemingly dating
"rin, this is my cousin, haven't you met before?"
he had a vague memory of meeting someone similar in appearance during high school at your 18th birthday party, but he was too enraptured on how you looked that night to really care about all the people you were introducing him to
his cheeks immediately took on a dark pink hue and he released you with a nervous chuckle
"oh hahah yeah, of course I remember I'm just.. not wearing my glasses today!" "rin, you don't wear glasses"
needless to say you still teased him about that incident to this day, your daughter finding it especially amusing that her stoic father could get flustered so easily, but only for his wife
KIYOOMI
exes to lovers, my second favorite trope!
you and kiyoomi had dated during high school, but neither of you were really ready for what being in a full blown committed relationship meant
kiyoomi had a relatively hard time expressing himself and while you tried your best to encourage him to be more open with his feelings, he genuinely couldn't and so after graduation you had broken up
once you parted ways, he realized his mistake but didn't want to disrupt the life that you were planning on building for yourself, one that he thought would be radically different than the life of a pro athlete
a few years passed and while he occasionally thought of you, it hurt less over time and eventually he had gotten over you
until he saw you with his team one day, well he had heard about you first
"have you guys seen our new athletic trainer? she's so fine, wanna bet who could get with her first?"
he was never one to entertain silly games like that, so he brushed off atsumu's words not really thinking about it
he watched in slow motion as you walked in, waving at atsumu first before turning your head and making eye contact with him before waving at him too, albeit a little less enthusiastically and that hurt him just a little
atsumu sprinted up to you, overhearing him talk about the guy that he saw you with the night before and whining about how you wouldn't give him a chance
"'tsumu he was just a friend, pinky promise!"
he couldn't control himself as he marched straight up to you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you across the gym
"well hello to you too kiyoomi, nice to see you after five years, how are you doing?"
he ignored the sarcasm
"hi y/n, nice to see you after five years too, how are you doing? who's this new guy you're with?"
to say you were surprised was an understatement, his mocking tone catching you off guard
"why do you care? he really was just a friend"
he still wasn't buying it, but after looking into your eyes after five years he couldn't help but spill out all the words that he's wanted to tell you since you had broken up
"and can you please call me omi again?"
his meek tone threw you off, but you would be lying if you didn't say that you were overjoyed at the prospect of finally being able to make things work
"omi, the guy I was meeting with the other night was komori. he needed help planning his proposal so we went out to dinner together. and by the way, I know you didn't ask but yes, I would love to hang out with you after practice"
after all these years you could still read his mind and that thought made his heart flutter in a way that it hadn't since high school
"promise I'll treat you right this time around baby, you aren't going anywhere"
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8 with sakusa please🧎🏻♀️
You could get used to the sight of your boyfriend lying on the bed holding his legs for you, with your fingers in his puckered hole, opening him up as you watch his red, sensitive cock drip onto his abdomen.
"Hah god, this is killing me"
"Killing you s´ good, I guess" yes, it's killing you too; the expression on his face hidden under his arm, as he struggles for some air every time you spread your fingers in his hole.
"Keep it up…please" you lean in the direction of his cock to trace a wet line with your tongue from base to tip and back down again, feeling near his balls how he shrinks as it passes through your mouth. "Nggh—don't do that"
"Why? ya don't like it?"
"It's not that, it's th— ahh… 'm so fucking sensitive that if you lick me one more time, I'll cum" you smile pulling away from him, not losing sight of how his abdomen contracts and his cock bounces as your fingers reach his weak spot. You can't help but bite your lip and melt with pleasure as you watch your boyfriend moan for more when you reach the rough spot.
"Ya look like yar enjoying it"
"Goddamn it yes! right ther— hahh… don’t stop, please" and there he was, Kiyoomi Sakusa being a fucking submissive, writhing on the sheets as you left his hole empty before replacing your fingers with the silicone cock you strapped to your hip, lubricating the tip and spreading the leftover liquid on your boy's asshole.
"Now I need you to be a good boy for mommy, yes?" -Fuck-. If he heard that fucking word one more time, his brain would send the immediate order to cum nonstop as he heard it leave your lips again. You couldn't do this to him, not now.
You grabbed his leg and bent it towards him to make it easier to enter, and even though you weren't born with a cock between your legs, fucking your boyfriend made you feel like one. You could feel his hole pucker as you came out of him, and then when you went in harder. You couldn't stop hurting your lower lip every time you saw the fake cock lose itself in Sakusa, and even less if it made your boyfriend give you moans and whimpers.
"I need more, whole, but…"
"But?" Your hand flew to his cock, straight to pumping it with slow, circular motions at the tip.
"It's too much"
"But you can take it, you've done it before, remember?" He nodded enthusiastically. "My pretty boy… Now keep moaning for me while mommy takes care of you, yes?" Your hand on his cock squeezes tighter than before, leaving him to be the one desperately masturbating with your hand, with no control over his hips.
"S`close... oh my god, need to cum please— please let me cum, I´ve been a good boy... I beg you" begging like a dog in heat, with his clenched fists clinging to the sheets, his incessant gasping and dripping cock, seeing everything you need to see to give your good boy everything he wants.
"You have no idea how much I love to see you losing your mind for me, baby. Now I wanna see you cum all over you, do it for me"
“Thanks, oh my— yeah!” hearing to his guttural moans, you watch his cock spit strands of cum onto his abdomen, slipping under your hand, leaving trails of the warm liquid on your fingers as he relaxes.
But it doesn't end there, not until he gets his flabby cock start up again to fuck you raw for letting him be so nice to you.
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contains 18+ content, brief mentions of oral (f receiving), unprotected sex
you knew sakusa kiyoomi to be one to keep to himself. unless something (or someone, in the case of miya atsumu) was truly bothering him, disturbing his thoughts, his schedule, there wouldn’t be much of anything, any voicing of inner feelings or thoughts.
with sakusa kiyoomi you had to learn to take in and take note of the little things. every so often, from the corner of you eye, you would notice how his posture became rigid as he entered a crowded room, how his jaw clenched and he gripped the steering wheel tight when traffic was making you late for an event, and how he would wring his hands and fidget with his fingers when he didn’t know what to say. as much as sakusa tried to hide by keeping his thoughts to himself, there was always something about his composure that gave him away.
this was also how you came to realize that sakusa kiyoomi had feelings for you. while he would scowl at the large crowds gathered in clubs and parties, at sweaty people getting too close to him, he never pulled away from your sticky touch and hot breath as you whispered to his ear that you wanted to go home. he was never one to touch, but you could tell, in the way that his eyes would glaze over your face, your skin, your lips and figure, that he wanted to tuck your hair behind you ear, that he itched to gently brush alway a stray eyelash from your cheek and hold it close to your lips as you made a wish, that the twitch of his mouth contained a million and one unspoken words he so much wished to utter.
and last night, well, you’re not real sure what was it that finally had him break free from his self-imposed shackles and cell— maybe it was wine, or maybe it was the goodbye kiss you had lovingly planted on his cheek as you prepared to leave his home— but something within kiyoomi urged him to reach out, to take ahold of your wrist and quietly, shyly, ask you not to leave.
“please,” he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes, couldn’t control the slight quiver of his arm as he gently pulled you close to him and hid your face in his chest so he could finally speak, “stay with me tonight.”
and, really, who were you to deny him of yourself? because as much as you could read kiyoomi, you realized he could also read you. he took note of how your breath hitched when he pulled you close, of how you stopped breathing all together when he kissed you, and how his hands on your hips seemed to spark the flame of your heart into a wildfire.
he was attentive to every single twitch and throb of your body as he took you to his bed— the way you’d sigh, deeply and contently, with each kiss he placed on your skin, the taste of you still on his tongue, the breathy whimpers and pitched moans when he’d brought your knee up and over his shoulder, and the way the sweet squeeze of your hole seemed to pull him even deeper into you as he finally allowed himself release once he knew you had been satisfied.
for the first time, sakusa kiyoomi allowed himself to fully express the fullness of his heart, the devotedness of his existence to you. he hummed, hummed, the next morning as he cooked you breakfast and brewed your coffee.
“hello, dear,” he’d quietly but surely called to you.
he chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his bare chest from behind, and he could see how the sleeves of his hoodie pooled in excess fabric at your wrists.
“i love you,” his voice comes out raw and unpracticed. you keep the sound of it in a little box within your heart.
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Boyfriend!Kiyoomi who looms over you when you talk to his teammates, saying that he’s just making sure they don’t infect you with their germs and swore he’s not actually just jealous about you hanging out with them, no way!
#lumi:post!#hq#haikyuu#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu x reader#sakusa hcs#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader#sakusa x y/n#sakusa x you#sakusa fluff#kiyoomi fluff#kiyoomi x y/n#sakusa headcanons
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Chapters: 16/16
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sakusa Kiyoomi/Reader, Sakusa Kiyoomi & Reader
Characters: Sakusa Kiyoomi, Hinata Shouyou, Miya Atsumu, Reader, Bokuto Koutarou, Komori Motoya
Additional Tags: Post-Time Skip, Roommates, Mutual Pining, Smut, Suggestive Themes, Reader-Insert, MSBY Black Jackals - Freeform, Slow Burn
Summary:
Being roommates with Sakusa Kiyoomi is easy. Nothing happens between you two besides occasional dinner chats, but when Sakusa needs to tell you about a particularly hard practice, his day gets even harder.
Omg?? Who do I think I am updating after a 2 year hiatus? Idk. I doubt anyone even cares about this anymore but I think that it deserved an ending at least. (by ending I mean it deserved a final sex scene bye)
#haikyuu smut#haikyu smut#haikyu x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x y/n#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa fanfiction#sakusa#sakusa smut#kiyoomi x y/n#sakusa x reader#sakusa x y/n#haikyuu atsumu#bokuto koutarou#hinata shoyuo
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Accidents happen.
[ kiyoomi x reader. angst / vent. unrequited love. w
you have always loved omi. he has always been your omi, at least…in your mind. he hasn’t ever really been yours and you were never his. his subtle grazes and the way he talks about you with such love and adoration may show otherwise but, he’s an accidental flirt. he doesn’t mean to make it seem like he loves you, like that. you’re just…easy. easy when it comes to him. every word and action he does, is when you start to overthink.
you’re always wondering if him calling you cute means something more, or if him cuddling you meant something more because to you..it meant the universe. you longed for whenever he held you, because to you it meant something. you loved the way you mistook his silence for when you mentioned other men for jealousy…when it was really just was a lull in the conversation. you longed to mean anything to him.
but you don’t. and you never will. he may be your best friend. your crush. your omi. but he’s hers. he won’t ever be your omi, no shooting star and 11:11 will ever change that. he is just an accidental flirt, even when it comes to you.
you arent anything to him. and forever that will be.
#haikyuu angst#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic#haikyuu x reader#kiyoomi x you#kiyoomi sakusa x reader#kiyoomi x y/n
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hello…………..kiyoomi crumbs pls
ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE
*patting the hood of a car* this bad boy can hold so much bf!sakusa
cw: swearing and the msby jackals being idiots
you checked your phone again and prayed you weren't keeping him waiting for a long time.
"hi, is omi still in there?"
"he should be just about finishing up, but you can go ahead. you know your way around the place by now," the security guard states warmly, giving you the go-ahead to navigate the back halls of the gym to the men's locker room. even if you did find yourself lost, it'd be easy to get to your destination by simply following the banter of your boyfriend's three very spirited teammates. their voices grow louder with every step and you have to stifle a laugh when you start to pick up the bits and pieces of their conversations.
"and then she told me i was being delusional! can you imagine? me? delusional?"
"remind us all when you met this girl, atsumu?"
"...last week."
"dare i say, she has a point," deadpans the smooth, low voice of your boyfriend. he always knew the best ways to press atsumu's buttons, making it very difficult to invite his friends over for dinner without harmless arguing occurring at the kitchen table. "it's okay; i'm sure you'll find another 'love of your life' next week."
"shoyo, the fuck are you doin' with my shirt?"
"can you all please put clothes on? if sakusa's partner walks in here and all of you are naked-"
"i'm not naked!"
"we know you're not, bokuto, but atsumu needs to put his tits away before i cut them off with scissors," kiyoomi quips and you fail to muffle your snort from around the corner. the room quiets in an instant and you hear a faint fuck before he finally comes to find you. he's still slightly sweaty from practice, all toned muscle and messy hair and bright eyes that only twinkle for you. "hi, beautiful."
"hey, handsome. you done threatening physical violence in there?" your eyebrow quirks in question and he shakes his head tiredly, tugging you into him by the belt loops of your pants. your arms rest on his shoulders, brushing stray curls from his forehead.
"not yet. i still have some unfinished business."
"mmm, with razors, i hear." you nod in solemn understanding and his mouth quirks into a half-smile, another expression of his that was reserved only for you. his lips press a kiss to your temple in a rare show of public affection, inhaling your presence with his eyes shut contentedly. "i could be wrong, but a federal offense will probably screw up your olympic prospects."
"if you tell me to do it, i'll do it," he murmurs absentmindedly and you chuckle under your breath.
"what, murder atsumu or not murder atsumu?"
"dealer's choice." he places one more kiss on your nose before resting his forehead against yours like he'd been away from you for decades. to you, it was a few hours; but, to him, it felt like a century. "i missed you a lot."
"i can tell. you're very affectionate tonight." his forehead scrunches in confusion at the implication of your statement.
"what am i, a cat?" the incredulity in his voice makes you giggle and, despite his best efforts to remain stoic, you can tell he's fighting back a smile too.
"in some ways, yes. you do tend to leave hair all over our couch, and you make a lot of noise when you're hungry." he makes a proud noise in the back of his throat and lightly pinches the flesh of your sides in defiance.
"i'll buy us a new one if you want me to," he promises. you stopped sharing product ads with omi on instagram because he tended to buy you anything that you sent him, even if it was just a funny little trinket you saw on an etsy shop. these items included but were not limited to stationary, plushies, athleticwear, and, of course, furniture.
"you don't need to do that."
"maybe i already have."
"thanks for letting me know that your newest love language is buying me a sofa."
"my love language is doing whatever you want me to do, angel." you both jump when a loud crash comes from the locker room around the corner, followed by hinata's panicked rambling and bokuto saying "that was fucking epic!" atsumu, you'd guess, is either the culprit or the object that caused the crash. you gently push omi's sturdy shoulders away and he groans in protest. "do i have to?"
"wrangle your team, put some proper clothes on, and take me to dinner, lover boy."
"as you wish."
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Thank you, Universe 🌌
A Kiyoomi Sakusa Fanfiction
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Sakusa noticed that Y/N had been quieter than usual in class. Her usual lively and enthusiastic demeanor was replaced with a somber and sullen expression. He couldn't help but feel concerned for her.
During recess, instead of heading to the courtyard to practice volleyball like he usually did, Sakusa found Y/N sitting alone in the library. She was staring blankly at a book, not even turning the pages. He approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her.
"Hey," he said softly, "Is everything okay?"
Y/N shook her head slowly. "Not really," she whispered. "My friends have turned against me, and I'm failing my classes. I feel like a disappointment to everyone."
Sakusa didn't know what to say at first. He was not good with words, but he knew he had to do something to comfort her. So he suggested playing poker together.
Y/N looked at him incredulously. "Poker? But we don't even have cards."
Sakusa reached into his bag and pulled out a deck of cards. "I always carry them with me," he said with a small smile.
They played for a while, and Y/N found herself enjoying the game. She laughed when Sakusa's poker face slipped and he gave away a tell.
As they played, Sakusa noticed that Y/N's mood had improved. She seemed more relaxed and at ease. He took a chance and spoke up.
"You know," he said, "I don't really believe in a higher power or anything like that. But I do believe that everything happens for a reason. Maybe this is just a tough time for you, but it will make you stronger in the end."
Y/N looked at him, surprised. She had never heard him speak so openly before. But she found his words comforting, and she felt grateful for his support.
As they packed up the cards, Sakusa pulled out a bookmark from his bag and handed it to Y/N. "Here," he said, "I thought this might help you feel better."
Y/N looked at the bookmark, which had a beautiful illustration of a night sky with the words "Trust yourself. You can do this." written on it. She felt a warmth spread through her heart and tears prickled at the corners of her eyes.
"Thank you," she said softly, "I really needed this."
Y/N smiled, feeling touched by Sakusa's gesture. She realized that despite his cold exterior, he was a caring person who always carried a little bit of positivity with him.
She looked up at the sky and whispered, "Thank you, universe."
As they parted ways, Y/N couldn't help but think about Sakusa's words. Maybe everything that had been happening to her was just leading her to something better. And maybe, just maybe, the universe was conspiring to help her achieve her goals.
With renewed hope and determination, Y/N walked out of the library and into the world, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
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Winners and Losers
CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1
CHARACTERS: Sakusa Kiyoomi X You | Haikyuu Characters (mentioned)
WORD COUNT: 8,600+
GENRE: enemies to lovers | university au | fluff | you/reader fic
CONTENT WARNING: strong language | some suggestive language | mentions of sickness
SPOILERS: n/a
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You stared at the piece of white paper posted on the bulletin board in disbelief. Your eyes could see and read what was written on it, but your brain refused to register the words.
The results were out and the paper you were reading contained the ranking in the project funding audition the school held recently. There were only five names listed. You saw yours. However, it wasn't written on the blank where you hoped it would be. Instead, the name of the person you wished wouldn't make the cut was there.
That's quite stupid. Why did you ever think you'll be in the number one spot? Why did you ever think that person wouldn't make the cut? WHY DID YOU THINK YOU WOULD EVER WIN AGAINST THAT PERSON?
His name was written in bold letters like a slap to your face. And then there was your name on the next line. Again.
"I won," that familiar, quiet, deep yet irritating voice said from behind you, casting a shadow that loomed over you and the board. He clucked his tongue, the sound muffled by the black facemask he was wearing, and then you felt his hand on your shoulder, applying quite some pressure.
"Second place. L/N Y/N." He chuckled briefly, the sound seeming uncharacteristic to his person. "You seem to have a deep-rooted love for being second best."
You side-stepped and inched away from him, regarding him with a dramatic eye roll. You can't argue with him this time. The two of you had a deal. It wasn't a big thing when you decided to strike it with him but now that you’ve lost, it's a different story altogether.
You sighed. You’re actually confident you'll win this round's auditions, but after overhearing the comments of the judges about his number, you knew you’ve fail miserably. Hell, one of the best in the panel of professors appointed by the academe you were both aiming for called his performance 'mentally orgasmic'. What did you have against that when all you heard was 'exceptional' from them?
Ninety nine to ninety eight percent. Crazy, but that one point made all the difference. He won, you lost.
"Congratulations," you said, admitting defeat and also inwardly praying he'd spare you from your deal. You’ve got to do the former because he really is a monster when it comes to academics, not just in that but in almost everything he does. However, out of all the things that he does, studying is what embodies his passion. It's like seeing an extension of the real him, separate from the archetypal image everyone knew him with – silent, brooding, hiding his utter ruthlessness behind that mask which you thought he only uses to fend others off as opposed to the impression that he was a hypochondriac. It makes you want to puke rainbows and cry blood at the same time whenever you witness him dishing his brains out.
He narrowed his eyes at you, those cold, dark vortices making you freeze especially so when he brought his mask down. For some reason, when he spoke to you, he always did that but spoke through it even when he was talking to teachers.
"Did you… Hmm. I think I heard wrong. The L/N Y/N actually congratulated me," he said in that quiet, indifferent way that always set you on edge. He had this quiet, gentle air about him which always hid something sinister just beneath the surface. Yes, he looked so damn beautiful with that perfect head of raven curls and severe yet gorgeous looks, but underneath, he’s a demon who preys on people’s fears and weaknesses.
"Sakusa," you stated with a heavy sigh as if uttering just his name put an invisible weight on you. "Don't start."
Kiyoomi flashed that annoying smirk which seemed to be only known to you as your classmates and friends didn’t seem to think he was capable of any other expression apart from being bored which they chalked up to his higher brain capacity. He then took a step towards you. To anyone who wasn’t the wiser, it would look like he’s being nice, merely conversing with you. That’s how his image is to everyone – the ideal youth dream who could do no wrong, given his outstanding, full, blue-merit record even if he is a grade-A haughty prick.
"You're not trying to get away from our little agreement, are you?" he teased, gently running his fingers through the length of your hair. How his hand got there was a total mystery. All you knew is that you stopped breathing the moment he did so.
Damn you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.
The blood in your veins was boiling, but you concealed that fact by replying concisely without emotions. "Of course not. A deal’s a deal." In truth, you were dying to bail on him, but knowing him, you didn’t have a way out of it. It’s your fault for striking a deal with the devil himself.
He grinned, that slow smile spreading from one end of his mouth to the other, rendering you motionless, staring up at his face like an idiot and feeling like you swallowed whole chunks of ice. He blinked then, letting go of your hair, his left eyebrow rising slightly.
"Good. I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow." With that, he walked away, leaving you dumbfounded as always.
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How exactly do you go about with Sakusa Kiyoomi? You can summarize that human in three things, but it would only be an attempt as he had always been more than that, always more than what meets the eye, always more than what he lets on, but to you, he’s just these three things.
First, he’s that kid you knew since you were young but never really got directly involved with until the two of you went to high school where the pair of you had almost all of your classes together. Well, your parents were friends with his dad, you met each other in some occasions back then, but you never really spoke to each other. He wasn’t much of a talker or so you thought since he loves to torment you with his words, which brings you to your second definition of Sakusa Kiyoomi: he’s your arch rival.
He’s been your seeming nemesis from the beginning. He just used to stare at you all the time without the decency to look away when you catch him doing so. He would do it blatantly and when he knew you’re already squirming like an insect under a microscope, being pulled apart by the wings and legs, he’ll relent and smirk at you. It’s like you’re this little puzzle he can’t seem to figure out or maybe he’s just ridiculing you in his head. The latter is more likely. It wasn’t as obvious as now, but you do have the hunch that this competition has been going on since the moment you knew of each other’s existence. There’s always that same kind of tension whenever your eyes would meet. It’s crazy since you were both so young then, but in your heads, you were enemies, rivals in everything.
But… there’s a big BUT! You’ve realized that everything you can do, he can do much, much better and it always is the case. You’ve realized that when you entered the same middle school he studies at. He was a year older than you are, but you got accelerated to his grade, skipping seventh grade altogether.
You were quite smug about that to him, taking in the look of surprise on his face when he first saw you entering his class back then, but of course, he just smiled deviously at you from where he sat and never spared as much as a glance at your direction ever since.
You thought you were actually doing great being in the same ranks as him, but really, it just made things worse for you especially since he always comes out on top. Just when you thought you’re a step ahead of him, he’s ten steps away from you to the finish line.
And lastly, he was the person who instilled fear in you yet you can’t help but be drawn towards him. Sakusa Kiyoomi, you’re afraid of him in all sense of the word. It’s like everything he says to you is a threat. A simple word from him means a lot of things especially because he doesn’t speak much, but when he does, it’s always with a purpose. He speaks in that unnervingly gently manner and that heart-melting voice wasn’t helping at all. He wasn’t big on actions nor was he expressive. His face always has that same bored look as if he’s just about to pass out on everything, but those soft, lethargic eyes were made to deceive and seduce, expressing a lot and nothing at the same time even behind those stupid facemasks.
You really hated that habit of his, which you noticed he only does towards you. At times, when you attempt to do something and excel at it (which he’s already good at), he would give you that challenging look, his brows rising a fraction as if he’s silently saying, “Alright, people, let’s give the floor to L/N Y/N and watch her fail.”
He only talks a lot when he’s arguing with you and most of the time, you lose because of that relaxed look about his face that would sometimes escalate to a full-blown grin that plucked at your nerves one by one, either making you angry or just making you feel like a goddamn loser. There’s always that taunting look in his eyes, and when he sees you wavering, he’ll nod as if he was affirming your thoughts of failure. You, on the other hand, always lose your temper and always end up saying too much to him which he would then use against you when he finds it convenient.
When things are really serious or if he is on hyper drive to annoy the hell out of you, Kiyoomi would be towering over your form, curse his height, motioning to touch you with those beautiful, slender fingers with an unfathomable look about his face. You’d always flinch away whenever his cold fingers would make contact with your skin. That’s also when he would withdraw his hand and walk away after flashing your with what seems to be a pained look.
Those incidences are becoming more frequent recently and he would go all touchy-feely which would then freak the hell out of you enough to send you running for your life. You’ve come to realize that one time when you noted that he kept visiting the school infirmary which you avoided like the plague because of the university doctor, and one time, when you met there by accident, he motioned to touch your cheek but withdrew, then again, he flashed you that expression as if you’ve murdered his family.
Kiyoomi is very subtle, but he makes sure to leave a dent in everyone’s consciousness… especially yours.
You’re quite afraid of him, but you can’t help but be near him at the same time. It’s not your choice, but at the same time it is. Circumstances dictate that you should be with him, and volition also dictates that you should be around him because then, you didn’t think your day would be complete or that your achievements are validated enough if he wasn’t there to see it. It’s a weird relationship where you desire to prove yourself to him quite desperately while he torments the shit out of you.
Or maybe you’re a deranged masochist after all and an idiot who likes to court danger. You’ve always thought that Kiyoomi is that psychotic guy who would kill you brutally in the future after he’s done toying with you – you’ve had nightmares about that. But despite the uneasiness, you feel thrilled and alive whenever you’re around him. He’s always something you look forward to, beating him, that is. You guessed, despite the fact that he seems bored with you, you can never get bored of him until you actually win against him.
You’re probably obsessed with the notion of defeating him, while he’s telling you off subtly because his message can’t seem to make it through your unusually thick skull, well, based on his standards.
You were afraid it just got worse recently. He stepped his game up in this little act of intimidation he would play with just a slight change in the arrangement of his facial muscles as long as his eyes were on you. It was as if your brain would stop working once he locks eyes with you. You’re afraid the effect of those looks has become even more potent after that little incident at the library.
Honestly, you don’t know what the hell his deal was that day. It used to be that you were the one bugging him, not the other way around, but when you’ve got yourself convinced that you can never win against him and that you’re over it, he does what you did to him in the past – challenges you.
“I bet you can’t do it,” he said with that sarcastic smile of his.
You scoffed at him, thinking him ridiculous since he did not even tell you what his challenge was and he was already telling you that you are not able to do it. Wanting to prove yourself to him, of course, you jumped the trigger and said that whatever he tells you, you can do.
“Then kiss me,” he said out of the blue, pulling his mask down. “That’s my challenge. Can you do it?”
You blinked at him. There you were quietly sitting and doing your work, and he dishes out something like that. “Kiss you? What kind of challenge is that?” You snorted. It was stupid, really. “Are you that touch-starved?”
He stood up from his chair and stalked towards you then. The moment he was near enough, he turned your chair so it was facing him, trapping you between his arms. “So,” he arched a brow, again with that same taunting look. “Can you?”
“What the hell –”
“Because I can if you’re too much of a chicken to do it.” He smirked as he inched closer.
You leveled your expression to his. “Is that all? Seriously, Sakusa, what do you think of me?” Without warning, you turned tables on him, seizing his arm and pushing hos bigger form down the chair instead. With eyes wide open and all the guts you could muster, you leaned forward swiftly, touching your lips against his own.
He froze, probably not expecting you to do it at all, but his shock and your victory soon ebbed away and you felt him smile underneath your lips. Kiyoomi leered. “You call that a kiss?”
You straightened up, surprised that your emotions and thoughts were not a chaotic mess. You were pretty calm for someone who just gave your first kiss away to the person you hated the most. Idiot. “What do you think of yourself, a lucky bastard? What makes you think –”
He arched a brow at you, tilting his head to the side. “You’re incompetent in so many levels, L/N Y/N.” He also stood up and again, reached over with his fingers, leaning closer until your noses were nearly touching. His eyes strayed to your lips as he leaned even closer. That’s when you bolted out of the room.
He acted like nothing happened after that and challenged you again to another competition, the same one which brought you to the present – nervously staring at your phone, particularly at a message he sent telling you to get to his house on your own because he can’t come pick you up.
Kiyoomi did not live anywhere near your neighborhood. He lived in the suburbs and you weren’t really sure where the hell to find his house since you haven’t been there for ages, but then, he texted you the address and saw that it was located a few blocks from your place, an condominium complex to be precise. You didn’t know he moved out of his family house.
You found yourself standing in front of the door which had the number of the unit in gold inlays above it. It was a good hour and a half after your supposed meeting time, but you really couldn’t care less what he would think of the fact that you’re late. You’re too busy lamenting the fact that you’re spending a Saturday with him.
You knocked, but he did not answer. You tried again, but all you got was silence. Damn everything, if he was playing tricks on you, you would really kill him. You knocked again, but you got the same result. That’s when you decided to call him. You heard his phone ringing from inside the unit. You frowned, keeping the phone ringing.
“Sakusa!” you called then you heard a low groan from somewhere inside. Thinking that he was just sleeping, you knocked louder on the door, but you heard nothing after that. A sense of dread assaulted you as you reached for the doorknob, which was, surprisingly, unlocked. You went inside the unit, looking around the sterile white walls and grey carpet. It looked like an office. Very fitting to its owner.
You’re not even surprised to see that knowing Kiyoomi’s personality, but the dread you felt became worse when you saw an outstretched arm on the floor, sticking out from a door at the end of a short hallway. A few inches from it was Kiyoomi’s phone.
“Sakusa!” You rushed breathlessly towards the room. As you were expecting, he was unconscious on the floor, looking pale. You kneeled beside him, feeling for a pulse. There was but he was out of it. On top of that, he was burning.
You raised his head to your lap, shaking him slightly. “Sakusa, are you with me? Hey, Kiyoomi?” You started muttering expletives under your breath when he didn’t respond quick enough, your brain already conjuring the worst.
He just groaned, his head lolling limply to the side. You had to hold him against you as you dialed for an ambulance, but then you felt his cold fingers closing around your wrist. His eyes were open and he was shaking his head.
“What the hell happened to you?” Your voice came out high-pitched.
“P-passed out…” He blinked, breathing shallowly. “I’m okay.”
You made a face at him, quite shaken by the fact that you thought him adorable just then than the fact that he looked almost dead with that pale complexion. You’ve got to admit you love seeing him weak, but you weren’t a sadist who reveled in the pain of others and he wasn’t an exception.
“No, you’re not. Let’s get you to the hospital.” You motioned to stand up, but he stopped you and shook his head no with that stubborn expression he always has whenever you are debating about something.
“It’s just a fever.”
“Which could be a symptom to something else.” You helped him up. The moment you were successful at wrapping his arm around your shoulder, you were met by that natural scent that lingered about him. It made you feel so at home for some reason, eliciting nostalgic memories from your childhood. It was another thing that probably drew you to him. He reminds you so much of good days. The irony of it.
You led him to his bed, which was tidy. In fact, it did not even look like he slept on it. You sat him down and he immediately collapsed on the mattress. Just then, your eyes fell on the desk at the far end of the room. The lamp was on with a thick book open under it.
“Did you even sleep?” you asked, not really expecting an answer as you shifted your narrowed eyes from the desk to his direction. You scoffed at that, knowing that he will not satisfy you with an answer.
He rolled his eyes and sported that bored look again before closing them. “Don’t dare call an ambulance or I swear I’m gonna make your life a living hell.”
“Funny. I thought you’re already at it.” You shook your head, suddenly feeling stupid that you had to blurt out your thoughts. You smirked at him and approached his nightstand, staring at his still figure on the bed, his head turned towards the other side, but your mind was focused on the landline. “Might as well.”
His head snapped to your direction when he heard you pull the receiver off of the cradle. “What –”
You dialed the emergency hotline and raised the receiver to your ear, satisfied to hear the first ring when suddenly, everything went silent after you heard the harsh sound of something being pulled and torn from the wall.
You turned to face Kiyoomi, his body bent off the edge of the bed as he held the wire connected to the phone itself. He slowly looked up and glared at you. He was that desperate not to get into an ambulance.
You dropped the receiver and took your phone out instead, but he lunged forward and seized the device from your hand, holding it away from you as he laid down on the bed, eye intent on you, his breath snagged and shallow after all his exertions.
“Seriously? You chose the wrong time to be arguing with me about getting into an ambulance, you annoying brat!”
“What did I tell you?” he whispered shakily, placing a hand over his eyes in frustration.
You smirked at him. “You have another phone outside.” You were about to make your way out of the room when he seized you by the waist, making you sit down on the bed just by his side. His arm was around you, firmly holding you into place. You struggled to get away from him, but he was strong despite his state.
“Sakusa Kiyoomi!”
He didn’t say anything, caging you in his arms.
“Let’s just call your dad.”
“No.”
“Then I’ll call our family doctor.”
“No!” He breathed out noisily, conveying his annoyance towards you. “You’re not getting me into such a stupid-looking car.”
“I’ll drive you if you want.”
“Don’t want to move…”
There was really no sense arguing with such an incorrigible person, especially not Sakusa Kiyoomi. You wonder why you even try, knowing for sure he couldn’t be swayed to do otherwise once he sets his mind on something. It was getting frustrating.
You took his arm off of you, but he tightened his grip, refusing to let go.
“Ugh! Clingy much?”
He leaned his head at the base of your neck without saying, his breath coming out in warm batches, making you nervous.
“Fine. You said you’re okay, right? I’ll just leave,” you told him, feeling guilty, but masking it well. To your surprise, his eyes widened and his grip on you started to resemble that of a boa constrictor securing its prey. Fear etched its way across his face, his eyes watering to the brim.
“NO! No…” He was hyperventilating after making an effort to get up and hold you down. “Please…Y/N…don’t leave me…”
Damn, is he even aware of what he is doing right now? Well, his state made you panic, too. It’s just so weird. “O…kay.”
His eyes were still on you as he hesitated to lie down again. He handed you the phone. “Call Iizuna instead.”
You arched a brow at him. “Iizuna Tsukasa? The school doctor?”
He nodded, closing his eyes. “He’ll come for sure.”
You frowned. You never really liked that person. You just stared at him even as he was handing you the phone until he opened his eyes and asked you if there was any problem. You shook your head and immediately dialed the doctor’s number.
After a few rings, the school physician answered the phone and told you he will come in a while after you’ve explained the situation. It puzzled you how he seemed to understand what was going on immediately without much questions.
Setting the phone down and removing your coat, you realizing that you were also still holding your bag. You preoccupied yourself by preparing the necessary things you would need to lower Kiyoomi’s fever, and of course, you had to assure him you weren’t leaving.
There were a plethora of pills in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, but thankfully, you found something that would help, including a cold pack already frozen in his freezer. You couldn’t help but wonder if he always got sick or if he already had a preexisting condition.
When you came back into his room, he was out cold, breathing shallowly and sweating profusely. His button up shirt which he wore over a white undershirt was soaked by the time you were done, so you decided to wake him up.
“You gotta get changed,” you told him, handing him a blue body-hugger you found inside his closet, which was, by the way, arranged by kind and color. Talk about being a neat freak.
He opened his eyes, staring blankly. “I c-can’t…”
You made a face at him. “You can stay up all night reading about quantum physics and you can’t change your shirt?” You scoffed. “Did you purposefully call me here to be your maidservant for the day?”
He nodded, holding his head down, his ears becoming red. “I’m sorry.”
“If you really are then you will change your shirt on your own.” You handed him said garment.
Kiyoomi motioned to take his upper garments off, starting with the black button-up he was wearing. He was successful albeit slow, but the moment he got to his undershirt, he struggled with just getting it over his chest and gave up, looking at you helplessly.
“I really –”
You glared at him for a moment and removed the shirt from him, taking over from that point on. All the while, you avoided looking at his face. You were in the middle of mopping off perspiration from his back when someone suddenly spoke from the direction of the door.
“You’re this weak, huh?” It was the doctor.
You merely glanced at the doctor who was eyeing you cheekily before putting Kiyoomi’s shirt on him before hurriedly helping properly tuck Kiyoomi in bed as you explained the circumstances to Tsukasa. You spoke without even looking at him once and he didn’t say anything about that. You guessed he just reminded you so much of your mother, and having a pair of eyes in school, and now at Sakusa’s house, on you that resembled her made you antsy. They were siblings anyway, the youngest child in the family to be precise, and he was that estranged uncle you did not really know or like even when you were younger. Your dad doesn’t like him either and you never knew why, but looking at matters now, you didn’t exactly hate him. He was just strange.
You bowed after that and prepared to leave the room, but Kiyoomi, curse him to the pits of hell, held you back and told you to stay to which you shook your head. “Doctor Iizuna will check on you now and it’s not like I’m going anywhere farther than your living room.” What’s with him and being all too clingy today?
The older male smiled at you then. “You may stay, Y/N.” He set his bag down by the bed. “We’re all family here anyway.”
You cringed inwardly.
The doctor chuckled then. “The patient wants you here.” He smirked at Kiyoomi then. “Let’s not make him snap, shall we?”
Kiyoomi glared at your uncle’s direction, but gave you instructions to sit on the chair in front of his desk nonetheless.
Tsukasa began a series of tests, asking this and that. Kiyoomi answered impatiently, showing covert hostility towards the former with clipped answers. Now that you’re watching them interact, you think they have the same personality. Just what did Kiyoomi have to do with your mother’s brother? Maybe your family ties were closer than you’ve expected.
“It’s the same case,” the doctor said after a while. “Fatigue and mild arrhythmia…but…”
Arrhythmia? Your eyes landed on Kiyoomi who pretended not to notice your questioning look as he addressed your uncle. “But what?”
“There are so many things I do not know about you as of late,” Tsukasa suddenly said as he was fixing things inside his bag. He glanced at you. “I didn’t realize how much my niece has grown.”
“You’re not exactly ten years, my senior, Doc,” you remarked off-handedly.
He took that good-naturedly then looked at Kiyoomi with an arched brow. “And I did not know you are dating my niece.”
You made sport of the way Tsukasa referred to you.
“I’m not,” Kiyoomi said reluctantly after flashing a hostile look at your direction.
“Then what’s with the insistence for her to stay?” He chuckled. “Quite desperately, too.”
“Uncle,” you interrupted rather firmly, arching a brow at him as you stood up, motioning with your head for him to follow you outside. Although he was annoying the hell out of you by implying that you had a relationship with Kiyoomi, you were keener on knowing what is wrong with him. The doctor was being careful when he said it was ‘the same case,’ and you did not miss how Kiyoomi looked at him.
After bidding Kiyoomi goodbye, Tsukasa followed you out of the room. You closed the door to the bedroom and walked him to the door, asking him about Kiyoomi’s real condition.
“He pretty much suffers from fatigue all the time, balancing his studies and training at his father’s company. He's also showing signs of an imminent cold on top of the usual suspects,” the doctor said.
“Arrhythmia? That concerns itself with the heart, right?”
“Yes, but nothing to worry about. It’s not bad. He’s just always on his toes these days.”
You almost laughed at that. Kiyoomi? On his toes? Why? Of course, you uncle did not fail to notice that and arched a brow at you. He works for the university and yet he doesn’t know what the hell is going on between you and his patient. Of all the things, he suspected that you were dating.
You cleared you throat. “He’s not sick, sick, is he?”
“No. He’s sick somewhere else.” He laughed, but cut himself short when you eyed him quizzically. Obviously, you did not get the joke. He also cleared his throat. “Look, Y/N, I do not know what my sister and your father told you about me, but I’m not so bad.”
“I know. I just don’t…” You sighed. “I’m sorry, Uncle.”
“Don’t call me that. Just Tsukasa is fine.”
You didn’t say anything, suddenly embarrassed about how you acted around him for the past decade.
“It’s obvious you don’t want to have anything to do with me.”
Shrugging, you met your uncle’s gaze for the first time. “That’s the thing. They didn’t tell me anything. I guess we’re just not close and nobody really talks about you.”
He chuckled then, putting on his coat. “You take after your father. Thank goodness you look like my sister.” He patted your head then, withdrawing his hand when you flinched. He eyed you apologetically. “Anyway, please stay with Kiyoomi. He’s not really going to be able to fend for himself today. Just lower his fever when it spikes and give him cold meds. He’s just tired.”
You nodded. “Will do.”
The doctor left after that and you found yourself silently making your way back to Kiyoomi’s room. You found him lying on his side, watching as you entered through the door. He didn't say anything even as you touched his forehead to check if he was still running a fever. He was, so you just took Tsukasa’s advice and decided to stay with him. It wouldn't hurt once. Besides, Kiyoomi owing you sounded beyond interesting.
"You still have fever.”
"You have a knack for pointing out the obvious, too," he commented, looking like he was about to laugh but then started coughing instead.
On instinct, you sat down beside him and started tapping his back. You honestly didn't know what to do so you just did what you know, but he held your hand away. "You might catch my germs," he said when he has calmed down.
"Right." You stood up then, keeping your distance.
"You don't have to be that far," he griped.
Your chuckled nervously. "For good measure?" He rolled his eyes at that. Normally, you would have thrown a shoe at him or something, but he's sick and you’re not that cruel. "Do you want anything?"
He shook his head as he adjusted his position to a more comfortable one.
"I guess you better rest then."
"I will on one condition."
Here we go again. "What condition?"
"When I wake up, you should still be here."
"Seriously?" you snickered at that. He's such a silly person right now.
"Just agree for once, will you?" he said breathlessly. "You're mine for the day, remember?"
That's a nice way to put it. You shrugged and pulled his swivel chair towards the bed then. "Alright. Just rest already."
For the first time that day, Kiyoomi smiled before closing his eyes.
***
For the rest of the day, you stayed by Kiyoomi's side, running here and there to get him whatever he wanted. It was oppressive. After he went to sleep, you called your mother and asked her what you should do with him, mentioning that her dearest brother had been rather vague about the instructions he had given you.
'Why are you obligated to care for some sick person? You should just leave whoever that is under the care of a professional. It's not like you're good at anything concerning the household anyway, much less taking care of a sick person.'
"Wow, thanks, Mom. It's not like you trained me to be actually good at anything else apart from academics!" you retorted, exasperated. "Sakusa and I are supposed to do something else, but he's sick."
'Kiyoomi? Our Omi-Omi?' Her tone suddenly changed. There was that, too. Your mother had nothing but good words to offer where Kiyoomi was concerned. If she doesn't keep pushing you towards the guy, you would have thought she had a huge crush on him. You can't go anywhere to have fun unless you tell her that Kiyoomi would be there.
“Yes, Mother.”
'Take good care of him. I'll e-mail you the instructions. My dear daughter, you should do your best to nurse my future son-in-law back to perfect health. Poor guy.'
"Mom!"
'Don't shout. You will upset him!'
"I'm not even in his room so I can shout all I want. What future son-in-law are you taking about? We're not even friends to begin with." You've had enough of your mother's silliness so you told her to just e-mail whatever she had to and hung up.
Ugh!
She, too, could be so irritating at times. You always lose to Kiyoomi and she wouldn't even take your side for it. 'Remember, it's okay for Kiyoomi to dominate you as long as you come as his close second,' she told you one time when you were so upset and about to throw the towel down. She's just too intent to have you marry the guy in the future like his own father was.
The instructions arrived quicker than what you've expected. It even included a recipe of porridge, but you had no intention to burn his kitchen down so you thought you should just go out and buy everything. He didn't have cooling patches either so you needed to run to the drugstore to get them. You checked on Kiyoomi and saw that he was awake, barely, but his eyes were open.
You stood by his bed and leaned down to check his temperature. He was still too warm. When you were sure that he was aware of your presence, you said, "Hey, I have to go out for a while to get some stuff for you."
As soon as the words left your mouth, he broke into a fit of panic, his dark eyes becoming wide as a mix of resentment and horror etched its way across his face. "No!" he wheezed and pulled you down on the bed. You fell right on top of him, about to get up, but he held you down.
"Ki – Sakusa! I c-can't breathe…" You struggled to get up from the rather awkward position since your face was technically buried against the crook of neck which was slightly moist with sweat. Surprisingly, he smelled so good, like mint and autumn leaves with a hint of rubbing alcohol. What were you thinking? You tried to get up again and only stopped struggling when he finally spoke.
"You can't leave me…" he all but whispered, his hold on you becoming a tad slack, but he was still applying force to keep you with him. "Y-you promised. We had a deal."
"Okay, I get it, Sakusa. Can I at least get up?" you asked, raising yourself slightly, but he shook his head. "You'll leave me if I do."
God, you couldn’t handle his stubbornness. He was worse than a kid throwing a tantrum. "You're being a pain right now. I won't leave you if you don't want me to."
"You're just saying that," he mumbled against your cheek, the way his mouth made contact with your skin making you panic. "You will leave me the moment you get the chance."
"What are you saying?"
"I heard you. You said we're not friends." He's actually sulking over that, but if there was something you couldn't do, it was to lie to him. You relaxed a bit, taking the liberty to ruffle his soft locks, smiling slightly when he leaned to your touch. "We aren't exactly friends, you know. Why would I say otherwise? Maybe you'd call me delusional if I even thought of it."
"You don't want to be with me," he accused.
That's a lie.
"After all the effort I've put in…even asking your annoying uncle for advice…"
"What?"
"Everyone wants us to be together except you."
You didn't know if he was shitting you again or if he was being serious with everything he was saying. If anything, it sounded like a confession, but given the fact that he loved to toy with you regardless of your feelings, you didn't assume anything. They weren't exactly nice words, but you somewhat felt like they were the most pleasant things he said to you.
You frowned at that and heaved yourself up to look at him, but when you did, he was already sleeping. Ah! He's in delirium, huh? You got off him and fixed his blankets, leaving him to sleep. You really had to go out and come back before he wakes up. God, he's such a pain!
You went out to pick up everything he needed when you’re sure he was asleep. Luckily, there were shops where you could get everything just a few blocks from his apartment. You returned after half an hour and prepared his food. You were in the middle of reheating the porridge when the alarm you’ve set for his meds went off. You hurriedly finished off in the kitchen and went to his room to wake him up.
Kiyoomi easily came to consciousness and obediently took the meds, but in the process, he spilled water all over his shirt and blankets. It's added work, but you took his soiled blanket and even gave him a change of clothes, but again, he needed you to dress him. You couldn't quite concentrate on the task, noticing how smooth his skin was and how he fit in the criteria of body built you wanted in your first boyfriend. You mentally smacked yourself for considering such things where he was concerned, but you couldn't help it when he's just too pretty even in his state.
"I'm sorry for making you do this," he said in frustration. "This isn't what I meant when I made that deal with you."
You snickered at that. "It's okay. Your health is more important. Besides, there's still next time," you assured him.
He arched a brow. "You mean that?"
You shrugged. "It's not like I have the power to kick you out of my house when you come unannounced, right?"
He smirked at you then. "Your parents adore me, probably more than you."
You laughed sarcastically at that. "Funny, Sakusa." You stood up and walked out of the room to get the porridge and brought it back to his room. "You have to eat."
He nodded and motioned to sit up, but he was too weak to do even that. You had to hoist him up so he could lean against the pillows and the headboard, oferring him the lap table so he could eat. He did try to lift his arm, but they fell on his sides like limp noodles as quickly as he attempted it.
"Do you need me to feed you?" you asked with a pained expression you tried very much to hide. He's sick and you didn't want him to be upset, too, because of your reluctance, but you couldn't help it after what he said earlier. He didn't seem to have a clue about the matter, too. You hated how composed he is even in such a moment while you’re just losing it all the time.
He nodded then. "Please?"
"Okay." You lifted the spoon and fed him the porridge when it was no longer too hot. It was comical. You’ve never imagined you would be in such a situation with him. He always looked capable of doing whatever by himself and yet there you were.
"How was it?" you asked as he was chewing on the last spoonful.
"Just fine," he answered, his brows knitting together. You hated it when he does that. "You're on edge," he commented then.
You dropped the spoon in the bowl with a disgusting sloppy noise. "I'm fine."
"Are you?" He grinned evilly at you then. He seemed better. "Is my presence that overwhelming?"
You glowered at nothing in particular. "You're this weak and yet you have the guts to say those things."
"I'm just physically ill. It doesn't change anything."
"Yeah, you're still an ass." You shoved the spoon into his mouth, making some porridge drip at the side of his mouth.
He grimaced then. "Look what you did!"
"Look what you made me do!" You reached for some napkin on his bedside table and wiped his mouth with it. "I'm trying my best here. Can you at least be nice to me?"
At that, he laughed weakly. "I'm always nice to you."
"Yeah, if insulting me all the time is nice."
"I don't mean to be mean all the time," he said to you and lifted his hand to touch your hair. "You're just too adorable when you're irritated. I can't help it."
You felt your face heating up. Did he just call me cute? You stared at him in disbelief when that voice in your head said yes. "You're really sick, huh?"
"I'm feeling better."
"So you say."
He rolled his eyes then. "I'm full."
You stood up and took the lap table, putting it on the floor. You gave him water then, not forgetting to hold the glass for him this time. When he was done drinking, you placed it on the tray and brought it to the kitchen, returning to his room right after to find him wrapping the blanket over his back as he sat straight against the headboard.
"Are you cold?" You rummaged through the shopping bags on the floor where you've put the cooling patches and the disposable hand warmers you’ve picked up as well.
Kiyoomi nodded, shivering slightly as he wrapped the blanket tighter around him. You took the bag and sat down before him, giving him the warmers before fixing the blanket around him. He patted the space near him, telling you to move closer. You sat beside him on the bed, tensing up when he suddenly leaned his head on your shoulder, his soft hair brushing against your cheek.
"Thank you, YL/N."
"It's not a big deal.”
"It is to me."
You glanced at him. "Why is that?"
"Because I know you care enough to stay."
That got you to arch a brow at him. What the hell was he talking about? It wasn't as if you didn't care about him. He has been a part of your life for as long as you can remember and you are not insensitive to his presence or anything about him. If anything, your senses seemed to be turned up to eleven where he is concerned, and not that he is sick, I couldn't just be indifferent to him.
"I-it's not that…" You shook your head, unable to focus on what you should say with the way he was staring as if he was seeing right through you. The cocktail of nervousness and excitement as well as the need to prove yourself to him came rushing back again. There was just no winning against this guy even if he was just looking at you. "Do you think I don't care enough for you?"
"I annoy you, that's a sure thing. I don't necessarily see you caring for me except today."
"That's because you never gave me the chance to do that," you retorted. "Look, Sakusa, you always piss me off, and I might actually care if you just tone down a bit on that. Besides, if I didn't care, I wouldn't be here in the first place."
"So you do care for me?" he asked again, looking like he was suppressing a smile.
"Yes. What do you take me for?"
"Do you want an answer to that?" He chuckled then, but you didn't find anything funny.
You pushed him lightly, narrowing your eyes at him. You were getting frustrated. "Yes, actually I do. How exactly do you see me? God, I just want to open your skull and see what is going on inside that brain of yours!"
"You're my rival. Nobody comes close to that, but at the same time…" He sighed then and looked at you intently. "You don't really get it, do you? I mean, I actually said things to you earlier and you still don't get it."
"What?"
"Well, not every person has it all like me."
You chuckled without humor. "Yeah? You're full of yourself as always. What don't I get, huh?"
He ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up. "What am I to you?"
You didn’t know what to say then. You didn't know how to answer his question. What is Sakusa Kiyoomi to you? "You're not my friend."
"No, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm not. I don't want to be your friend." He stared intently at you as he spoke as if he was making you understand something that he is not saying.
"Wow. Okay." That stung.
"What else?"
Your face heated up when you thought of it. "You're my purpose…”
“Huh?” It was his turn to be stunned.
“At least with regard to my studies." You sighed. "I can't explain it, but even if you are not my friend or anything, you give me the drive to do better. I can't deny the fact that I look forward to seeing you all the time because I know I would be able to exceed my expectations of myself by going against you. In the end, it's not enough, but you see, I like where I am now and some credit goes to you for pushing me all the time."
"I don't get it."
You shrugged. "I'm being honest here. It's not like I'm the one confusing people all the time."
"You actually do. At times you smile at me like I can do no wrong, but you would also glare at me as if you want to kill me. There are times when you say things to me but you don't mean them, or maybe you do but you make it seem like you don't. You react to me the way I want you to, but you shoot me down just as quickly. What is it really, YL/N?"
You met his gaze then. He really is handsome even if he looked sallow with sickness. "What do you want it to be?"
"I'll give that decision to you."
"It depends."
"On what?" He seemed to be vexed.
"I don't know."
His eyes turned to slits, but his words were rather contradictory. "What if I tell you I like you?"
Your ears started to get warm and that weird ringing sound invaded your thoughts as you tried to process what he said. "This is hypothetical, right?"
"No."
Your eyes almost bugged out when he said that.
"I like you, YL/N. I don't want to be your friend because I like you more than that. I liked you from the moment I saw you. You just don't see it."
"Kiyoomi, I…"
"You said my name." He smiled then, the lightest tinge of rose touching his cheeks. "You usually don't."
"I don't know why I said it either." You blinked at him. "I think I'm going to freak out now…"
You chuckled nervously when suddenly, you were pushed down on the bed, landing on his pillows which smelled so much like him. Mint and autumn leaves. The sight of the ceiling disappeared, replaced by his face dominating your line of vision as he hovered over you. You flashed him a pained look, feeling your face getting hotter like that time you ran away from him when he tried to kiss you.
"I'm asking you now, YL/N. I like you. Do you like me back?"
"No – yes, er…I don't know." You covered your face with your hands, but he pried it off. You closed your eyes but then peeked at him. "If you're not sick anymore, I'm leaving."
Kiyoomi shrugged, flexing his jaw as if his manly ego was challenged. "I'm still sick. Now answer me properly. Do you like me or not? And if it comforts you, I'm asking if you like me as a man."
"That doesn't comfort me at all."
"L/N Y/N," he hissed. God, he's scary.
You looked at him then and nodded your head slowly. "What's not to like?" you offered.
"Yes or no. I need to hear it."
"Y…" You whined then, kicking your legs underneath him. "Do I have to?"
"Yes. I was honest. It's the least you could do."
Damn it! "Fine! Yes, I like you, Kiyoomi. I do. Are you happy? You won again!"
At that, he broke into that smile that made you feel like the heavens are opening to welcome you to paradise with the angels singing in the background. He sighed and brushed away some locks of hair from your face. "Great. I don't have to go see your blasted uncle to ask for advice."
You made a face at that. "You what?"
"Lame, I know."
"Beyond that, actually."
He pouted. "Hey now! I really wanted to know more about you. Turns out he’s even more clueless."
You giggled at that, poking him on the cheek. "You're silly, Sakusa Kiyoomi."
"Yeah?"
"Mhmm."
He leaned closer then, putting some of his weight on you, but before you could protest, he cupped your face with his hands and stared into your eyes then shifted his gaze lower to your lips. "Can I give you my germs?"
You froze. "N-no – "
"You hesitated." With that, he dipped his lips against yours, lightly pressing and watching your reaction. You couldn't fight it, and when he detected that, his lips started moving, coaxing you to respond. Your heart started pounding and your hands, with a mind of their own, held onto his hair, pulling him closer. His gentle manner and the taste of him made your toes curl and your mind to lose all sense of space and time. It was just Kiyoomi and you.
He pulled back before you were ready making you chase him, pressing your mouth against his, catching him off guard. He was surprised, but he responded to you in kind. This time, Kiyoomi kissed you harder, your breaths meshing until both of you couldn't breathe.
You chuckled at the dazed look about his face when you both pulled away for breath. Kiyoomi then buried his face against the junction of your neck. The tables have turned. You know you got him this time, and as if to confirm your thoughts, he said, "I've totally lost this time."
"I won, huh?"
"You always win where I am concerned, Y/N, but hey, congratulations, I guess?"
You feigned surprise at that. "I think I heard wrong," you said, imitating his tone the previous day. "The Sakusa Kiyoomi actually congratulated me."
He heaved himself up and smirked at you. "Do you want me to make you sicker?" he asked, his eyes fixated on your lips again.
You smirked at him in response, placing a hand on the side of his face. "Bring it on, Sakusa."
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Living With… Kiyoomi Sakusa
feat. ~ Kiyoomi Sakusa
about ~ literally just sharing a home with our favorite spiker
content warning ~ just fluff, with some NSFW
Living with Kiyoomi was a bit of a change when you moved into his apartment.
First of all he’s very competitive towards every single fucking thing even though it has nothing to do with volleyball. It’s like that light switch that stopped working completely when he comes home after practice because all he wants to do is compete over everything. Cooking and cleaning especially, are the two things he’ll make sure he’s better at not out of bitterness but playfully.
He enjoys seeing you pout because he beat you to making dinner or breakfast. In the morning, one of you would try to wake up before the other just to treat each other with food or if you both wake up at the same time, you’ll literally push each other out of the way towards the kitchen. Then there was this one time where Kiyoomi took it to far that he pushed you so hard, it made you slip in the hallway of your apartment.
“Baby!” you remember him calling out to you a bit dramatically from his usual self.
You just groaned in pain a bit because you did land pretty hard. “Ow,” you complained.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he said as he helped you up but you took the chance to book it into the kitchen and grab the ingredients for whatever you were cooking. “You asshole,” he pouted as he watched you crack open the eggs with a giggle.
Then any sort of form of cleaning is the next thing you had to practically re-learn in life because of his minor mysophobia. Overtime you heard he’s grown to live around his phobia which you actually think is kinda cute because of his ritual-your words - that he religiously goes by every day.
Everyday when he come home from practice, he quickly greets you with a kiss then runs into the bathroom to take a bath. But what makes it cute is that he takes a shower in the locker rooms so he washes himself twice. Then sometimes he’ll call you in to join him if he doesn’t feel as nasty as he usually does. But he just doesn’t want you to sit in his funk.
He does like to clean daily throughout the week kinda like Ushijima Wakatoshi. But his is a lot more to handle. He’ll double clean things that are used the most so like the kitchen, the dining room, door handles so which is basically everything. And for you, he toned down a bit on deep cleaning to every 2 weeks exactly. He also gets on you a lot about leaving things open or leaving your clothes all over the floor when there’s a perfectly useful coat rack near the front door or when you leave you shoes in front of the shoes rack.
“Sweetheart, come on,” he groans, “The shoe rack is right there,” he says as he dramatically throws his arms towards the direction of the shoe rack.
You laugh as you throw yourself on the plush couch and sigh happily ignoring your boyfriend’s rambling about putting shoes on the rack. “You’re such a mom, ‘Omi,” you giggle as he walks over to you.
“Shut up,” he pouts as he lays himself on top of you.
He also like to be the small spoon when you guys cuddle at home but he’ll be the big spoon in public. He loves to lay on top of you despite you huffing about him being a whole cyclops compared to you but he ignores you as he buried his head in between your tits.
Kiyoomi is also very blunt but it never bothered you. If anything you liked it when he told you thing straight up in truth because it gave you a new perspective of things that you could adjust for him. And you do the same towards him as well. This leads to most of your arguments just playful bickering with a hint of seriousness thrown in there but it’s rare when voices are raised.
Even there are voices raised, both of you would just cool down for no longer than 20 minutes then come back to each other and talk about it properly. Then he also likes to add on some good rounds of him fucking you stupid with his cock.
He actually hates binge watching tv shows. He never found the time to sit down properly and watch hours of whatever show is the most popular. But when you moved in with your obsessive need to binge watch whatever anime or chick flick movie, he sat down with you either cuddling next to him on the couch or with you sitting in his lap on the seat recliner.
He prefers the seat recliner because not only does he get to hold you in his arms with a weighted blanket covering you both but it also reminds him of how much he loves the quality time he gets to spend with you. Even if he hates whatever you put on the damn tv, he’ll sit through it then end up getting caught on a hook after two episodes.
“Wanna head to bed now, ‘Omi?” you mumble a bit with a sleepy haze over your eyes.
“Let’s watch one more episode. I hate being left on a cliffhanger,” he groans making you giggle and kiss his cheek.
“I love you. You know that,” you smiled softly at him.
“You know I do, baby. I’ll always love you,” he says with a soft kiss against your lips.
Living with you had given him more days to look forward too…
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not sure if you're taking requests but-
haikyuu character/s comforting you when you've had a bad day?
i don't really mind which character/s you choose, but i would prefer a sakusa please and thank you. <3
𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘? - kiyoomi sakusa.
hi love !! thank you for the request, i’m always taking them <3 i’ll make this just a sakusa one for you. though i’ll branch out and make some for the other boys, eventually.
warnings : it’s fluff :) post-timeskip sakusa , and semi-proofread !
wc : 0.8k
it felt like forever for the day to end when you got home. you seen better days, but today just wasn’t one of them.
by the time you set foot indoors, you dropped your handbag to the wooden floors, a glass breaking into fragments reverberated the hallway. wish you had the energy to care for the nameless article that had broke within the carrier—
something to worry about later you dismiss dragging your feet down the hall, to the nearby bathroom where you stepped foot into the tub, fully clothed, shoes and all.
sakusa had mentioned earlier that he’ll be arriving later than usual because of the boys need for practice for an upcoming game. to the both your dismay, meant seeing each other less. in the meantime, you lean on the white tiled of the bathroom wall using it as a guide on your way down, taking seat on the floor, the clear rubber mat creating a comfortable cushion for you.
tugging your legs to your chest with the aid of your jeans and the crescents of your fingers pressing gently on the inner part of your ankle while your head made a home on top of the curve. it’s been a while since you sat in the tub, fully clothed to reflect on your day being that you had sakusa there who let you play with his fascinating black coils of his hair.
now you listen to the sound of the water droplets of the sink faucet just feet above you, making a plink noise as each one hits the dark porcelain base, failing to hold at the ring. you didn’t mind the sound, though, it had given you a kind of tranquility overtime. the silence around the nearby rooms of the apartment was even better— nothing to interrupt your thoughts.
it was until the front door from the other side of the wall opened with the click of the lock, the voice you knew too well registered in your ears, “y/n?”
you would reply with a strained, ‘ in the bathroom ’ before he headed just that way.
and there you sat, work attire still attached to your person, he leaned against the frame, bag slung across his shoulder and rested at his hip. he could tell something was wrong with you, either you don’t know how to correctly take a bath or, of course, didn’t have that good of a day.
“ i don’t think that’s how you take a bath,” he conversed after the intervals of silence give him an unsetting feeling in the pit of his stomach. even so, he pulls off the bag setting it on the floor outside the bathroom and his shoes atop of the bag. he tracked up the upon entering, cringing at his shoe design that melted into your smaller ones, “bad day?”
“yep,”
you phrased popping the p at the end of your singled response. you lifted your head following his figure as he sat on the opposite side of the tub. he seemed as if he was stuck in that position from the limited room he has to extend his sore legs. though he didn’t seem to mind it, “would you like to talk about it?”
the shake of your head was enough for the corner of his lips to tug downwards. he would usually pester you into giving in, particularly how he would when the two of you initially got together a few years back. but over that time, he learned that can be overwhelming for some— for him even, “okay, but if you want to. i’ll listen.”
he wasn’t sure if he— or you wanted to be in his arms or the other way around. so he does what he always do,
“would you like to play with my hair?”
and it gets you every time. a little grin replacing the frown that sported on your lips, nodding your head with it. he stands up, with lead of the his hands pressed to his knees before turning around, his back back pressed gently against your chest. your fingers happily meshing with his soft strands that always captivated you to see the pretty inconsistent curls.
he tries to keep his curls soft and coiled for you, knowing how you find it oddly entertaining to make pigtails and random braids that he has to discover on his wash days.
the player never seemed to mind, regardless of the hassle it was to pick at his hair with the end of one of your pointy combs, or when you put an unnatural amount of gel in his hair to slick it down. it made you happy, and as did it make him.
“can you get the gel and colorful rubber bands— oh the brush and comb too!"
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a short one for sakusa kiyoomi ♡
fluff, sakusa kiyoomi x reader
~ 800 words
Usual dates be like, you’re going out with your boyfriend (or not yet one, you get me) and then everything’s romantic.
Holding hands, kissing, hugging, sharing things like snacks. I guess this is normal, right ?
But here’s the thing.. what if your boyfriend is slightly germophobic ?
Sakusa really tries though, but holding hands more than some seconds is hard. Kissing has never been one of his favorite thing either.
Dates ? Oof..
"no love, I prefer we go out on another day.. there seems to be.. a lot of people outside.."
Crowded places definitely aren’t his thing..
But you two do have dates though, that’s for sure. Not everyday of the week but you do, and they’re the best moments.
Sakusa tries to make things unforgettable for you from the beginning of you two. He really is adorable, also a little perfectionist, we must admit.
He gives you all his attention, looks at your gestures and listens to everything you’re saying. Even the 'one thought' things are heard, he never skips any of your words.
He loves it when you get shy from how fast his responding while you were just thinking out loud. He easily gets you flustered.
His eyes tell you everything about what he’s feeling, they’re just too expressive. Sakusa usually got his mask on or just tends to not smile that much, and expressing his feelings are hard for him.
But he loves you with all his being, you’re special to him, and you know it by the way his eyes always wander around your features.
He’s so down bad for you, but anyway-
That very special day was when you two went to this fancy place. You wanted to have a nice little cake for the afternoon walk, and Sakusa got your back again.
You two were walking, and looking around to find some place to pull Sakusa into and sit for a good little 'recovery'.
Suddenly, Sakusa takes out a hand from his pocket and tugs at your sleeve.
"this one, it looks clean and empty"
It doesn’t look only clean and empty actually.. but let’s say that’s what he saw first ?
It was actually pretty, the facade was black and the inside was classy and pretty much cozy.
Taking out a tissue, he opened the door and you were hit by a smell of coffee and.. and soap ? But it smelled good.
You two got to a table, things were done like they should and here you were waiting for your order while talking about the leaves decoration.
Sakusa preferred to look at you, knowing well he would feel things going up his spine if he began to think about whatever could hide between the leaves.
"can i take a picture of you?"
He asks, while you nod. He does as said and stares at the photo. 'you look pretty' that’s what it meant.
He cleans the little spoon you were about to eat with, with another tissue and then you two eat your cakes together.
He takes a bite, you too. Another one, and then you think.. why not?
"can i have a bite of yours, please?"
"mine?"
"yes, i want to taste how yours is"
"..okay"
Then he cuts a small part with his spoon and goes to put it on your plate. But nope, you gently grab his wrist and lead it to your mouth.
His eyes widen for a second, he slightly gasps as if he wanted to say something.. and then he tighten his lips and looks back at his cake.
The poker faced man has finally been defeated. It seems he stopped breathing for a split second, before his cheeks got pink.
He’s so stressed about whatever just happened. In a good way though, he’s just.. not used to this.
Your small giggle gets him out of his blank moment.
"how is it?"
"it tastes sweet"
And this was the beginning of a bunch of event that helped him out with his phobia, at least a little with you.
He isn’t confortable with everything yet, but kissing you more than before is something he feels more confortable doing.
He loves how your lips always taste sweet and soft, it never fails to make him blush. He sometimes smiles when the kiss gets a little longer than usual.
It just tickles. Tickles his sweet heart and brain.
And, every morning he stares at the post-its he leaves you on the fridge before he goes training.
The words that describe his feelings. Words that he never manages to tell you face-to-face.
His favorite ones has been..
"All I want is you with me, today, tomorrow, and every day until we both give our last breath away"
"Words can’t describe how I feel for you"
And.. "i love you"
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hope you liked it.
anyway, bye bye (=
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RUNAWAY || Chapter 1. Announcement
RUNAWAY
Main masterlist || Next
— they all hate the group name.
— 1kg feathers and 1kg steel are the same
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More than Enemies- Chapter One
My last job as an assassin was him, Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Would have thought the key to my freedom lay in the death of an underworld mob boss and not just any mob boss but the goddam heir to the Russian empire. Just my luck.
I marked him for months, my job clean with no slip-ups. This was supposed to be the perfect job, a record for the book so how did I end up blindfolded, cuffed, and wet in some storeroom that stank like broken dreams and missed freedom.
How did I get here? The last thing I remembered was being at the airport, Mr. Kiyoomi's plane was to land any minute and I was well prepared to nab my chance with his death. I had seen him through my dark shades as he strode with authority down to his waiting car where I had installed a bomb, I just needed him close, and boom! So close, with each step he took I held my breath but then nothing, I was here. . .
I didn't say a word and made effort not too move much in my attempt to feign still being unconscious. Try to assess my situation and know who in the world would court their end by taking me.
I heard heavy footsteps approach me and I steadied my breathing, almost to nothing. "Boss, she still sleeping."
"Is she now?" That voice, I know that voice. "Leave us." Sakusa bloody Kiyoomi.
He knew all along I was on his tail, played my game, and won like a master. Well, fuck me.
"Keep pretending girl and I will make it real_" in a low voice he said. "Permanently."
I raised my head, not that I could see him but I could tell where to look.
He may have seen through my plans and kidnapped me but he had nothing on a ghost, try as he may wondering who the stunning girl who rocked in everything black is, I didn't exist anywhere so he may have said his checkmate but the queen still has a role to play.
With a sweet smile on, I started a new game. "Hello,"
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