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#omi youre so dramatic but ily anyway
kyopmi · 2 years
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arguably, sakusa kiyoomi's worst habit is tsk-ing at any slight inconvenience.
when he thinks the team is being too rowdy at 7am in the morning. when he sees someone sneeze without covering the lower half of their face. when the pedestrian traffic light turns red right as he's about to cross.
he thinks he picked it up from his mother, from when she used to click her tongue disapprovingly whenever he comes home late after playing in the neighborhood with komori, or when he returns from volleyball practice with a noticeable bruise on his pale skin. most of the time, there's no lingering malice behind it – it's just something he's so used to doing and he fails to catch himself before he even realizes he's doing it.
in fact, the opposite is true when it comes to you.
he tsks at you when he sees you on your phone at ungodly hours of the night, snatching up your phone and pulling you to bed so he can snuggle you to sleep.
he tsks at you when he gets a text from you saying you missed breakfast because you had overslept, opening up the food delivery app on his phone to order a proper meal for you.
he tsks at you when he sees you scampering over to his parked car from your workplace much later than you should be, silently cursing your boss for assigning you with an extra shift and taking away his precious y/n time.
he tsks at you when he notices your stress taking a toll on you physically and mentally, pulling you away from the cold world and into his warm arms, if only for a moment, letting your tear stain the front of his t-shirt and holding you tight against him for as long as you need.
sakusa is aware he's never been good with words, choosing instead to show you what he can't put into words. yet despite the feigned annoyance behind the clicking of his tongue, you know his tsks have become a love language of their own, reserved specially for you.
take care of yourself. you deserve the world. i love you.
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kyopmi · 2 years
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♡ — when you start calling your sakusa kiyoomi by “omi”
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a few months into your relationship with sakusa kiyoomi, he finally, begrudgingly introduces you to his MSBY teammates and when you hear atsumu and bokuto refer to him as omi-omi, something in your brain just clicks — like a light bulb just went off.
omi.
that's the cutest fucking nickname for your boyfriend, ever.
later that day, after you bid your goodbyes and kiyoomi quickly ushers you out of the gym and into his car, you're buckled in the front passenger seat while kiyoomi is starting the car, your phone immediately connecting to the bluetooth stereo.
"wow, your teammates seem like a handful, but they're pretty great — right, omi?"
and kiyoomi whips towards you worryingly fast, eyes immediately narrowing and conveying his many emotions without a single word: irritation, regret, betrayal. meanwhile you blink back at him with an innocent smile, though the MSBY outside hitter can very clearly see the mischievous twinkle in your eyes.
"don't call me that," he snaps without any malice, one hand reaching over to you and delivering a light flick to your forehead. kiyoomi can only sigh deeply when you burst into a flurry of amused giggles as he pulls out of the parking lot.
to his despair, you easily disregard his warning and start habitually calling him by his dreaded nickname.
it begins with you proudly showing him the new contact name he's listed under on your phone — omi 🖤 — at which he huffs bitterly and proceeds to lunge at you, pinning you down on your couch with one hand and the other beginning an onslaught of tickling to the spots he knows are your weakest. amidst all the squirming, laughing and tears in your eyes, you can barely make out him grumbling something about damn miya and bokuto and never should've let you meet them.
you don't learn anything from that incident, of course. in fact, it spurs you on even more.
the next several times you call him omi, there's a playful lilt in your tone and you're always looking at him, lips upturned into a sly smile and expectantly waiting for his reaction (and ready to run away, too, in case he decides you need to be punished). however, neither of you can seem to pinpoint a moment when you start to actually, unironically call him omi. it just happened so naturally, from the way you call out his name when you greet him on your dates to the softly whispered good nights through the phone when the two of you can't seem to press the red end call button and wind up waiting until one of you fall asleep. when you're trying to grab his attention during a match, your familiar voice shouting words of encouragement from the stands always comes through from among the crowds of volleyball enthusiasts. even when the both of you are alone, spending time that he cherishes the most in your shared apartment, and you ask him what he would like for dinner as he holds you close in the kitchen and swaying you gently while pressing butterfly kisses on your forehead.
hi, omi. good night, omi. good luck, omi! do you want chicken, omi?
every time the name rolls off your tongue, kiyoomi hates it a little less and grows to favor it over any other pet name. he even finds his heart will involuntarily pound uneasily whenever you start a conversation with his full first name, wondering if you were feeling alright or if he'd done something wrong.
a whole year after you start calling him by the teasing-turned-term-of-endearment name, you’re slipping under the covers with sakusa kiyoomi, nestling under the warm blankets and into his side as his arms promptly circling around you to pull you closer, and he hears the four simple words he treasures the most from you.
“i love you, omi.”
“i love you, too, y/n.”
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kyopmi · 2 years
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jealous!sakusa kiyoomi sulks and stares at you from across the court, animatedly talking to bokuto about the newest episode of an anime that was just released yesterday. he doesn’t realize he’s pouting -- you’re supposed to come drop off lunch and spend time with him, not with his teammates. it’s not his fault he had a practice schedule last night and couldn’t watch the new episode with you, so why is he being punished like this. 
the coach yells out that the lunch break is over and practice is resuming in 5 minutes. finally, sakusa thinks. he stalks over to where you’re standing, chrome-coloured MSBY jacket in hand. you spot him approaching but before you can say anything, sakusa throws his jacket over your head, effectively blocking your vision (your whole face, really).
“hold onto this for me.” he instructs in a monotone voice and immediately walks back to his position on the court.
“if you wanted me to wear your jacket, you can just say so, y’know?” you tease.
sakusa pauses and turns, seeing you already slipping your arms into the sleeves. 
“and,” you continue, zipping the jacket up to your chest, “if you’re jealous, you can say so, too.”
sakusa doesn’t say anything and turns back, his steps quickening, but you can see the tips of his ears turning pink and the shy smile on him.
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