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Firsts with Sakusa Kiyoomi

A collections of firsts with Sakusa Kiyoomi

A/N:

I’ve had the idea of this story in my drafts forever now, but I sat down yesterday and finally brought it to life! I have never wrote for Sakusa before, but I hope that you guys enjoy my personification of him!

word count: 7.2k!

warnings: vomiting, nsfw content that will be italicized, swearing?

Please interact with this story! I’m restarting my blog back up and I lost a lot of moots! Send me asks and whatnot!

The first time you saw Sakusa Kiyoomi was when he silently strolled down the hallway in elementary school. He had a blank stare at all times. Never strayed too close to any of the other children. A gloomy looking child that you did not particularly want to approach. His hands remained glued to his side and looked to be sulking. He blended into the crowd but if you paid enough attention, he barely stood out. He crossed your mind for the slightest second before you were sucked back into conversation with your friends.

The first time you heard his voice was when he was talking to another boy in your grade level. Who you found out was his cousin. Their interaction was quiet and somewhat dull. His cousin, Motoya, asked if he wanted to go to an after school activity with him. Sakusa nodded briefly and said “sure”. His voice was quiet and bored. You wondered as you walked past the boys what they were talking about, however, you were quickly distracted yet again and proceeded to move forward without a second thought.

The first interaction between the two of you was your third year of middle school. Sakusa Kiyoomi was nothing but a background character in your life. You ever so often saw him since the two of you were in different classes. However, you shared a class with Motoya so it wasn’t too rare to see the boy.

You walked out of class upon dismissal, but hung around campus with your friends, knowing that your parents were at work and it was redundant to return so early. It was an unanimous decision to go to the convenience store outside of campus to grab a quick bite with the chore money that took a few weeks to rack up.

Walking outside of the gym a volleyball rolled to your feet. You picked it up before looking to your right to see who it belonged to. Sakusa Kiyoomi walked calmly over to you with his hands at his side. There was no one else in the gym. He was playing by himself.

He came to a halt, looking at you expectedly. You fidgeted the ball in your palms before asking. “Are you practicing all alone?” He nodded curtly with a deadpan expression that said give me the ball.

“I see.” You tossed him the ball gently before following your friends that have already walked ahead.

At the convenience store you grabbed things you thought Sakusa may have liked.

“Why are you grabbing so much? Also, I thought you didn’t like daifuku.” Aya commented as she browsed the shelf next to you. Your nose scrunched up. “I’m just craving it.” You shrugged her off. She didn’t reply as she grabbed a carton of apple juice.

All of you checked out and parted ways in front of the store. It wasn’t long before you peeked your head into the gym to see Sakusa slamming the ball against the wall continuously. He was roughly the same height as you, but each time he struck the ball, there was an undeniable force behind it.

You took your shoes off, outside of the gym before clearing your throat nervously.

The boy caught the ball as it ricocheted off the wall. His black curls stuck messily to his forehead and he turned to you with a confused expression. Holding up the plastic bag with one hand, you offered him a small smile.

“Looked like you were working hard, so I brought this for you.”

He blinked at you. Not a word.

“I can just leave it somewhere if you’d like. I just have to-”

“I was actually getting kind of hungry.” He said quietly. He walked to the edge of the gym and sat down. You followed his lead quietly. Upon sitting down, you opened the bag, preparing to dump everything on the floor before he raised a hand to stop you.

“The floor is rather dirty, I would prefer you not to do that.” He said plainly “Please.” he added. You nodded and opened the bag towards him so he could get his pick. Luckily for you he went straight for the daifuku. He meticulously unwrapped it and began to munch silently. You followed suit and you began to eat a custard-filled bread roll.

“Sakusa, right?” You turned your head to the boy. “Kyosuke?” You faltered.

He shook his head. “Kiyoomi. And you?”

“L/N F/N.” You answered. He dipped his head in acknowledgement.

“What high school are you going to try to go to?”

“Itachiyama.”

“Really? I want to go there as well. Maybe we can study together for the entrance exams together.”

“I’m going to get in on a sports recommendation since I’m on the volleyball team here.” He said nonchalantly as he flattened the snack’s wrapper on his thigh. You nodded. His curtness didn’t particularly bother you.

“Fair enough.” You brushed off your skirt and began to make an exit towards the gym. You began to slip your shoes on outside of the door before waving over to him. “Let me know if you change your mind about studying. I’m in the same class as your cousin. Keep the rest of the snacks. Work hard.”

Roughly two weeks later Sakusa Kiyoomi was waiting outside of class 3-B. Ignoring Motoya he approached you. “Let’s study for entrance exams.” Motoya looked at you oddly and tailed the two of you as Sakusa lead you to the library in silence.

You sat in front of the curly haired boy, pulling out your journals and folders excitedly sliding them towards Sakusa. Motoya sat beside him, earning a subtle glare from Kiyoomi.

“I looked at everything they’ve made available for students who are applying, organized it, and color coded it. I have a plan to get in.

Sakusa carefully eyed over your notes as he skimmed the pages. Your handwriting was incredibly neat. Everything was so organized that even an idiot could get into Itachiyama. Not that he was thinking that you were stupid by any means.

That was the first time you saw Sakusa smile because of you.

It was now your first year at Itachiyama Academy. You walked through the gates of the school sandwiched between Sakusa and Motoya. Somehow the three of you managed to be in the same class.

As the semester progressed, you began to settle in a routine with the boys. You would sit at practices, reading books. After they finished, you would all study at someone’s house and part ways.

It was dipping into the summer. Tokyo subtly rose in temperature as the rainy season commenced.

Sakusa stood outside of your home with an umbrella since he was fully aware that you refused to bring one to school any time that it rained. He looked down to his cellphone. You were always punctual so it didn’t make sense to him that you weren’t outside yet. He knocked on the front door to your family home. No answer.

He used the spare key under the plant to go inside. He propped the umbrella against the door and took his shoes off before making his way upstairs. You weren’t in your bed but he could hear someone gagging in the bathroom.

His face contorted into disgust at the thought, but proceeded towards the room. He opened the bathroom door to see you hunched over the toilet. Your hair pooled over your shoulders going forward as you choked on your own vomit. Sobs quietly echoed the room.

He cautiously moved forward and gathered your hair in his hand. He turned his head away from your body to cover his distaste for the situation that he found himself in. You jumped startled in place before you started vomiting again.

“Sorry, I didn’t text you. I’ve been here for hours.” Your voice was incredibly weak.

“I wish you took care of yourself. Then things like this wouldn’t happen. Where are your parents?”

“I don’t know.” Your voice croaked. Sakusa flinched at that. He knew the feeling all too well.

“You know if you used an umbrella in the rain you wouldn’t get sick. Plus you’ve been pulling all nighters with school for no reason. Stop overexerting yourself.”

“Shut up.” You groaned. “Go to school. I’ll take care of myself.”

He rolled his eyes. He grabbed a hair tie from under your sink and tied your hair back to the best of his ability before leaving the room. Going downstairs he began to make hot green tea with honey, a glass of water, and cut up an apple, your favorite fruit, and grabbed a mask out of his backpack and put it on before returning to the bathroom. You were leaning against the wall, your features were flushed as beads of sweat developed along your forehead.

Sakusa sighed as he squatted in front of you.

“Drink this. Rehydrate. Put some food in your stomach.”

“Go to school Sakusa.” You muttered as you placed the cup to your lips gently.

Sakusa began washing his hands into the sink, ignoring you.

“You ought to go lie down so your body can repair itself.” He turned around before gathering the cups and the bowl of fruit from you. He placed it on your bedside table before he felt a weight collide with his back. He turned suddenly to catch your body.

“Sorry, I must be really weak right now.” A laugh barely escaped your lips. You were face to face with him as he supported you up. All he did was nod before he gently lowered you onto the bed, placing you under the sheets.

He walked over to the bathroom and found a small towel. A sigh of exasperation escaped his lips. He already had known that you were overdoing it academically, but now it finally showed physically. He didn’t understand you sometimes.

He returned to your room once more to see that you were out cold. He used the cloth to gently dab the sweat off of your face before folding it inside out and resting it on your forehead entirely. Sakusa supposed that it would be alright to skip school that day to help his friend out.

“Thanks, Kiyoomi.” The words poured quietly from your lips. His head jerked up suddenly

That was the first time you didn’t call him by his surname.

“Okay hear me out. Yes, you’re insanely talented at volleyball. No, I am not telling you how to play, BUT I think that if you approach the AB attack that you guys have been working on this way, I think that you can achieve it somewhat better.” You shoved your diagram that you drew out to Kiyoomi. His eyes scanned over everything. You flipped the page in front of him.

“This is the way that you’ve been doing it, but I think that with your spiking range, you wouldn’t have to exert yourself and overextend yourself from this side of the court.”

Sakusa laughed pulling your notebook closer to himself.

“This is actually genius. How did you know I couldn’t get it?”

“You’ve been spending more time practicing solo than normal so I just paid a little more attention when I’ve been able to come in and watch.”

“I really appreciate this! Do you mind?” You shook your head. “It’s all yours. I have some other ideas in there as well since nationals are coming up.”

He giddily slid it into his backpack before checking his phone.

“Shit. I didn’t realize how late it was. The subways are probably packed by now.” He groaned.

You slung your bag over your shoulder. The crowds outside were moving meticulously outside. A sigh escaped your lips. You turned to Sakusa as he hooked a mask over each ear with a gloomy expression.

The two of you walked out of the cafe and headed towards the JR line. The crowd was astonishingly hard to walk through. Well, it was easy for Saksua since he could see over the sea of people. You reached out for his sleeve and managed to grab his hand. He looked back and gave you a weary acknowledgement and continued to tread forward. You barely managed to get into the train car with him. Your fingers tangled with his as you were shoved into his side. You looked up to see his eyebrows furrowed and expression darkened.. This definitely isn’t the first time that Saksusa had been unfortunate enough to get on the trains with rush hour.

“You good, Kiyoomi?” You tugged on his arm gently as you whispered. He nodded looking down at you. A man beside you accidentally shoved you forward. Sakusa quickly laced his fingers in yours before he anchored you back to his side. You squeeze his hand gently as a quiet thanks.

In roughly ten minutes the doors opened to your stop. Sakusa led the way, weaseling the two of you outside of the train station. He let out a sigh of relief as he climbed the stairs onto the open street.

“Much better.” he mumbled. You absentmindedly followed him to his house as he continued to hold your hand.

“Kiyoomi, you know you can go ahead and let go now.” He froze in his tracks and looked down to your hands and returned his gaze to your face.

“Apologies.” He said before he let go. His hand returned to his side.

“I think I’m going to call it a night here. I’m going to Motoya’s to study the notes. I’ll text you if I have any questions.” He raised a hand to bid farewell and walked to the direction of his home.

Your eyes traveled down to the palm of your hand. You studied it. Each finger as you rotated it. With a subtle shrug, you turned to the opposite direction and made your way home.

That was the first time you held hands with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“What do you mean I can’t braid your hair for a game? It’s getting longer and it would look adorable. Right, Motoya?” You twirled one of Sakusa’s curls gently in your finger. Motoya glanced up from his phone laughing.

“I don’t see why not.”

“ Don’t support her. You’re going to make her think that she’s unstoppable.” Sakusa groaned and thudded his head against the table.

“Can I do it for fun though?” You whined as your ran your hands through his hair.

He sunk in his chair in defeat. “Fine.”

You excitedly stood up and got to work.

After a few minutes you were finished. His hair was barely short enough for it to stick into a little poof in the back. You quickly took out your phone and snapped a quick selfie with your back camera. You laughed at the photo as Sakusa grabbed at it.

“I didn’t know that you were going to take a picture of me, you ass! Delete it!”

“Nah, this is too good! Kiyoomi I really think you should do this for a game! You look precious!”

You quickly ran over to the couch next to Motoya, showing him the off guard picture you got of the two of them. The two of you were in hysterics. Sakusa ran over to the couch to join the two of you. Placing an arm around your shoulder he broke into laughter as well.

Lose hair flowed on the sides of his face. His eyes squinted shut as his laughs filled the room.

“You ought to delete that picture though, seriously.”

You shook your head at him.

“This is too good. I might just send it to your whole team.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

After some time, the three of you settled down and watched a movie. You rested your head on his shoulder. His arm never left your side. The three of you passed out cold.

Motoya’s mother laughed at the view she had of the three of you as she took her shoes out of the door. Her own son was sprawled out on the end of the couch, snoring the night away. Kiyoomi’s head rested on the couch. Tufts of hair were popping out of the braid. His arms loosely wrapped around you. Your head rested against his chest and your arms rested around his stomach.

She laughed quietly to herself, leaving the kids to sleep.

This was the first time that you fell asleep on Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“What do you mean that you didn’t have a good time at the camp? It’s literally for the Olympics!” You had your hands on your hips as you stared at Saksua. He sulked in your kitchen chair. He came over as soon as he had gotten back from camp.

“I do not understand how Shiratorizawa lost. Kageyama Tobio wasn’t necessarily an extraordinary feat to watch-”

“You do understand that there’s a reason why he got invited there as well, right?”

“I’m trying to be realistic here.”

“Well since both schools are going to nationals, maybe you can play them in the bracket. You’re the number two ace in the country because you worked hard Kiyoomi. I don’t care if some brat from Miyagi rubbed you the wrong way. You need to get over it and do your best. You and Motoya leave in two weeks.”

The two of you had spent the last hour bickering of his experience. Sakusa had a negative thing to say about almost every player that was there.

“If I want to analyze my potential opponent then I think you should allow me to. You’re not playing on the court whatsoever so I think you should keep your opinions to yourself about this situation.”

“Kiyomi, I’m literally the one who has helped you get to where you are now. I’ve spent hours of my own freetime, even getting physically ill coming up with ways to help you and Motoya improve your skills to be better players-”

“But nobody asked you to do that.” He glared at you. You falter at what to say next.

“I did it because you two are my friends. And I want you to succeed.” Each word articulated from your mouth excruciatingly slow. As if you were questioning yourself.

“You have a lot to say for someone who has never played the game before.” Sakusa snapped at you.

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out of my house. You do not talk to me like that here.” You made your way to the front door, holding it open.

“Out Kiyoomi.”

“I think we’re having a little miscommunication.” He rose from his chair. He hands beared out to you as he stepped towards you cautiously.

“No. Grab your bag. Put your shoes on and leave. I understood with clarity everything you just said to me. Now I’m asking you to leave. You said everything you wanted to.”

Sakusa’s head did not hang low as your gaze pierced through him. He slung his back over his shoulder and walked towards you. His height towered over you before he bent down, slipping his shoes over his heels.

He walked out without another word.

That was the first fight you had with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

In the next two weeks you didn’t walk to school with the boys, you did not study with them, you did not watch practice, you didn’t use breaks at school to visit their classrooms. Anytime Motoya had reached out, you politely avoided him. If Sakusa did it was like he wasn’t even there.

Nationals were now upon the boy’s volleyball team. You followed the group solemnly to the bus. You had signed up as an official volunteer and there wasn’t any way to necessarily get out of it since you had already been excused from the school days.

You sat alone on the bus. Far away from your two friends. The ride was short. Upon arrival, you carried the medical bag to the team’s designated area for the day.

It was a clash of teams mingling at the entrance of the arena. Not one member of the team had made it to the area yet. You turned to see Sakusa’s standing in the corner of the room. His forehead creased and his chin tucked towards his chest. There were too many people for him. Motoya was mingling with random teams. You let out a small sigh and made your way to the designated area.

A hand gently rested on your shoulder.

“Can we talk?” Kiyoomi asked. He towered over you in height. You couldn’t see his face due to the mask, but he radiated stress. You nodded and sat next to him in the hallway.

The apology was quick, sweet, and straight to the point. You graciously accepted and it wasn’t any worry at all.

You could never truly be mad at him.

You continued to help the boy’s volleyball team until they lost the tournament.

You waited on the side of the court for the boys to come off. However, Sakusa was approached by fans and reporters.

You stood patiently on the other side of the toom. The opposing team’s captain approached you. He shyly flirted with you. Sakusa watched from afar as he continued to chat with the reporter.

This was the first time Sakusa Kiyoomi felt jealousy.

You, Kiyoomi, and Motoya stood side by side posing for pictures for your families. High school diplomas proudly in hand.

Kiyoomi graciously slipped away from everyone for a brief moment. His parents were fawning over the fact that he got accepted into college on a sports scholarship. Same with Motoya. Your parents were openly wondering what college you would choose to go to. You got accepted to five different ones, one of them the same as Kiyoomi.

You and Motoya bid your parents a farewell and began to leave the school together for one last time. Kiyoomi stood at the gates waiting patiently for the two of you. His blazer now slung over one shoulder, he used his other arm to gently rest around your shoulder.

“I’ll see you at the dinner, Motoya. I’m going to walk Y/N home.”

Motoya dipped his head in acknowledgement before parting ways.

You and Kiyoomi laughed and reminisced over the last three years. The late nights studying. Hanging around each other's houses. Him keeping you company as you read your books at cafes. The cat you two found outside of the school your first year. The god awful game of telephone pictionary that almost got the three of you suspended your second year of school. The failed attempts of learning how to play volleyball in third year. It seemed that all of the memories so precious to your heart were coming to a cease.

Your laughs faltered as you approached the gate of your home.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave for Osaka.” You laughed nervously as his arm slid off of your shoulder. He unconsciously moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Easy. Just go to the same school as me. It’s not that difficult of a decision.”

You laughed. “You know I haven’t even begun to choose the college I want to go to yet. I haven’t weighed the pros and cons of each school. Plus you got a full ride.” You sighed.

“Well a pro is that I’m there. I think that’s enough.” He tilted his head at you.

You let out a short laugh before turning your head away from him. “If only it was that simple.” You wondered aloud.

“I have to see how good the program is for what I want to do. I know that they’re the top in the country for it but will it really benefit me? What if financial aid doesn't end up coming through and I have student loans out the ass? What if housing is full? If I don’t have anywhere to live?”

Your thoughts were cut off by Kiyoomi stifling a laugh. He used a single hand to cover his mouth as he looked down at you. You shoved his chest playfully.

“What’s so funny?”

“You worry too much for someone who’s so smart.”

You rolled your eyes at him. He ran his hand through his hair before he rested it on his neck, his gaze never leaving yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how pretty I think you are.” He reached over and cupped your face. His long slender fingers gently tucked the rest of your hair behind your ear. He felt your skin heat up below his hand and laughed.

“Are you trying to be funny because you’re really bad at it.”

Before you could even react, Kiyoomi quickly closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were soft as he gently pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rose up quickly against his sides. Slightly panicking. He tilted your chin up slightly and you finally kissed him back.

You felt him smile against your lips as he pulled you closer.

He pulled away. Grinning like an idiot.

“I think you should go to that school in Osaka with me. I’m going to have an apartment and everything.”

You placed your arms around his shoulders and his slinked down to your waist.

“We’ll see.”

Kiyoomi’s body sunk into itself.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for quite some time now and that’s all you say? ‘We’ll see?’ It’s really not enough.”

“I mean who said I haven’t been waiting to kiss you too?”

He raised an eyebrow at you as you leaned up to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“For how long?”

“After nationals in our second year when I saw a horde of fan girls for one of the best aces in Japan.” You reached up and pinched his cheek. “I thought to myself that I wasn’t jealous or anything, but I think I’ve thought about you romantically for a while now.” He narrowed his eyes at you before shaking his head for you to let go of his face.

“But you’re right. You’ve never told me I was pretty before, Kiyoomi.” You used your hands to bring his face down to yours.

That was the first time you and Sakusa Kiyoomi had ever kissed.

Sakusa Kiyoomi was disappointed to say the least that you did not follow him to college in Osaka.

Or so he thought.

Two weeks after his move there was a knock on his apartment door at 7am in the morning. Kiyoomi was a morning person, but he had no clue who it could possibly be. He pulled a sweatshirt over his body and pulled on sweatpants over his boxers.

There you stood with a suitcase in each hand.

“I chose Osaka because I don’t think I can handle being away from you for four years.”

Kiyoomi enveloped you in a hug, making you drop your luggage. He pressed your body against his chest and buried his head into the crook of your neck. He peppered kisses on your cheekbone until you turned to face him. He held your hands and kissed you sweetly before pulling you inside.

“Kiyo, you need to grab my bags.” You mumbled into his mouth. He gently put you down. Grabbed your bags and placed them inside and turned to face you. You looked at him expectantly with your arms open towards him. Without missing a beat he picked you up and spun you around.

“Are you sure you want to go to school out here?” He pressed a kiss to your temple. You nodded against his chest.

“One exception though.” You pulled away from him.

“Will you be my boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

“Yes.”

This was the first day you spent as an official couple.

The semester was beginning to take a toll on the both of you. Fortunately enough, the both of you managed to be taking the same courses for your basics and had a basic study regiment in the evenings. Kiyoomi’s volleyball practice ran from ungodly hours of the morning and the fatigue was catching up to him as finals week set upon the two of you.

You returned from the library and walked into the bedroom to see Kiyoomi sound asleep, laying on his side snuggling a pillow. Quiet snores spread through the room as his mouth was slightly agape.

You quickly showered and changed into a shirt of his before snuggling into bed beside him. You ran your fingers through his hair causing him to lean into your touch.

“Y/N” He groaned into the pillow.

“Hm?”

“C’mere.” He lifted up his arm as an invitation. You quickly obliged as his arm encased you into his chest.

“How was studying? Sorry I left so early.” He yawned.

Your arm wrapped around his side as your fingernails began to graze his bare back.

“It’s fine, Kiyo. I know how tired you’ve been lately. Being a student athlete is tough enough as it is.”

“I don’t want you to be stressed out because of my incapabilities.”

“You’re only human. And I’m stressed out because college is tough, not because you’re incapable of things.”

“I know.”

“Your voice is cute when you’re tired.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Nevermind.”

“I beg your pardon?.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re super handsome when you’re dead quiet. I know I can’t see you right now, but the whole brooding thing you usually have going on is usually pretty nice in my opinion.”

“Shut up.”

“Okay, Kiyo.”

“Y/N I’ll literally make you do all of the cleaning next week.”

“But Kiyo-”

“Shut up.”

“Anyways. I’ve missed you.”

“We live together. And study together. And go to school together.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah.”

“Remember that one time that you fell down the stairs in our second year? In front of the entire class?”

“I hate you.”

“I love you.”

“What?”

You sat up abruptly staring down at your boyfriend. He sat up, propping his hands on either side of his body. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes.

“I love you, Kiyoomi.”

A lazy smile graced the black-haired man’s features.

“I mean it!”

“I know you do. That’s why I’m smiling.”

“I really mean it, Kiyoomi. You’ve been my best friend since middle school. We spent every waking moment together. I got to grow with you as friends. I had the opportunity to watch you bloom into your passion by bringing you daifuku one day because I saw a quiet boy practicing all by himself. I’m so lucky for that moment of time. Even though we’re busy now, we get to hold each other at night and see each other’s achievements during the day. I think it’s so amazing that we have each other. I just want to cherish you.”

“I love you too.” He clasped his hand over yours.

“And I mean it too.”

That was the first time you and Sakusa exchanged ‘I love yous’.

The semester had come to an end. Kiyoomi rested his head on your lap as you watched TV and he watched volleyball highlights on his phone. You played with his curls absentmindedly.

“I can’t believe that Kageyama Tobio is playing on the Olympic team this year.”

“Who?”

“The kid who beat Wakatoshi our second year.”

“Oh that one.”

“I want to play in the Olympics.”

“I know Kiyo you just need to keep doing what you're doing and you’ll be on that stage in 2020.”

You pulled out your cell phone and took a picture of the two of you. Managing to get his glare and everything. You shoved the photo you just took in his face.

“Look! Do you know who that is?”

“Me. Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

“Correct!” You exclaimed. “He’s also my boyfriend and a future Olympian! A future representative of Japan’s men's volleyball team!”

Kiyoomi laughed. He locked his phone and just kept on laughing.

“You’re so precious.” He managed between laughs. He pulled his head from your lap and squeezed your cheeks with both of his hands.

“My girlfriend believes in me!” He sang song.

You placed your hands over his and pulled him forward into a quick kiss.

“Am I not supposed to?”

“I never said that.”

“You’re kind of suggesting it. Do you not like me anymore?”

He leaned forward, putting his lips on yours once more.

“You know I don’t like you, I love you.”

(nsfw)

Butterflies rose in your chest at his words. You gave him the dopiest grin before you leaned into him once more. Your body leaned into his. Kiyoomi’s hands rose under your shirt as he pulled you on top of his lap. Your legs fell on either side of him as your fingers ran through his hair. As your hands reached the back of his head you fisted his curls, earning a quiet groan from the man underneath you. His hands pressed roughly into the skin of your hips. The surprise let Kiyoomi slip his tongue into your mouth.

He began to place open mouth kisses down your neck as his hands traveled up to your breasts. You quickly slid your shirt off over your head to give him more access. His kisses continued across your collarbone and down to your breast.

“Kiyo-” Your breath hitched in your throat as he swirled his tongue.

“Hmm?” He mumbled into your chest.

“Let’s go to the bedroom.” You said firmly, as you slid your hands to his shoulders to get him to look at you.

His dark eyes sparkled at you and nodded.

You got off of his lap and made your way to your room. Dropping your shorts to the ground, you kicked them to the corner of the room. Before you could even reach the bed, you were enveloped in a hug from behind. Kiyoomi’s bare chest warmed your back as he began to kiss your neck, your shoulders. A hand firmly on your hip and a hang squeezing your breast. His hands traveled your body hungrily. You turned to meet his face. Caressing it with the back of your hand you placed a gentle kiss on his nose, making him smile at you.

Your hands draped over his boxers as you generously worked them down his legs. Placing, small, eager kisses on his lips.

“I don’t think we have condoms-”

“Yes we do. They’re in my nightstand, I bought them just in case we ever-”

“Mhmm”

You lured Kiyoomi over to the bed as you stroked him. He opened the bedside table and carefully tore the wrapper before rolling the condom on. He hovered over you as he lowered you onto the bed, his lips not leaving yours once. His fingers caressed you, slipping in and out slowly, you moaned into his mouth, making him speed up ever so slightly as he kissed all over your body. He wanted to show you physically how much he loves you.

He positioned himself between your legs before slipping himself in. The two of you gasped at the newfound sensation. He moaned into your neck as your hands failed to grab at his back. He kissed your cheek and smiled at you. He began to roll his hips into you repeatedly. He was weary of his actions as his hands roamed your entire body. He didn’t want to go too slow or two fast. He never asked, he just studied your reactions as he pressed deeper into you. He began to hold a steady rhythm as moans began to spill from your mouth. Each sound encouraging him to unconsciously move faster.

“Kiyoomi.” Your nails sunk into his back, your lips struggled to find his. He moaned your name into your neck. He was reaching his climax as he shuddered inside of you. He kissed your forehead gently.

“I love you. Forever. I cannot imagine anyone else I’d share this life with.”

You stared at your boyfriend. He was studying your face with great intent as if to check if he made a dent. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. You pushed it back making his curls bounce as they flopped back down. His body rose and fell steadily as he caught his breath over you. He gave you a small smile as he flattened your hair on your head, he gently pulled out of you before sitting on his knees and sliding the condom off of himself.

“Give me a second please.”

He walked to the bathroom and disposed of it and began to pick up the clothes from earlier and put them in the hamper. He returned to your side. He propped up his head on his hand as ran his fingers through your hair.

“I’m so lucky. Everyday.”

You smiled as he placed yet another tender kiss on your lips.

The night ended with Sakusa curled on your bare chest, fast asleep while you held him dearly through the night.

That was you and Sakusa Kiyoomi’s first time.

Today was Kiyoomi’s first V-League game.

You were never typically awake at the same times that he was. Ever.

You sleepily followed him around the apartment. He brushed his teeth first. You stifled a laugh as he began the skin care routine you taught him in high school. He ignored you, but followed suit. Next he fixed his bed head. Well you did. You sat on the counter with him between your legs as you gently raked product through his hair.

“Omi Omi.” You sang as he relaxed into your hands.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? I think Miya was onto something when he started calling you that.”

“No he wasn’t. He tainted the second half of my name when he started that shit.”

“Don’t be that way, Omi Omi!”

“Shut up!” He yawned.

“Or what, Omi?” You hopped off the sink and walked away from him.

“You’re gonna do what you did to me, last night? Right now?”

A sly grin rested on his lips before he pushed you to the bed.

“Good thing we woke up early.”

You stayed arm and arm with Kiyoomi at the bar where his teammates won. The Black Jackals won their very first game.

You glanced up at your mask-clad boyfriend as he glared at his teammates.

“Omi Omi! I didn’t know you were bringing your girlfriend!”

“Hi! You must be Atsumu!” You extended your hand to shake his, but Sakusa cut in front of you.

“Don’t touch him.” He rolled his eyes.

“It’s called being courteous, Kiyo. You ought to try it!” You shoved his chest.

“I can’t believe Omi Omi has a heart. He actually talks about us at home.” Bokuto bunched up his shirt on his chest, his eyes watering.

“You’re telling me.” Atsumu huffed.

“To be clear, the only person I respect on this team is Meian and I think it’s all valid.” Sakusa glared at the two men. His gaze lost it’s focus once he heard your laugh and reeled back into the conversation that you were having with Hinata.

His teammates smiled as they were watching a never before seen Sakusa Kiyoomi.

As the night progressed more and more drinks were spread amongst the team.

You and Kiyoomi balanced the drinks the best you could, but after all, it was your first time drinking. Ever.

Both of you, equally wasted, exited the bar and ordered a ride home. Laughing up the stairs the two of you tumbled into your bedroom. Kissing and everything in between.

Sakusa Kiyoomi looked at you like you were the light of his life and he made sure you knew it.

You studied his features as he drunkenly told you stories of when he was little. His dark brown eyes squinted at you as little laughs escaped his mouth. Anytime he smiled one corner of his mouth rose higher than the other. Anytime Kiyoomi reached for your hand, he always managed to be the most gentle with his spindly fingers. His kisses were so soft. Even now as he continuously reaches down to kiss you. Even though your own lips are numb from the alcohol rushing in your veins.

This is true love.

“I told you that you’d be in the Olympics.”

You wrapped your arms around him as you stood behind the couch, smothering his cheek with kisses.

“I know! I’m glad everything paid off!”

“Me too. Me too.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever dated an Olympian.” You stared at the phone in Kiyoomi’s hand. The congratulatory email.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you think about marrying an Olympian? Pretty practical, right?”

You grinned from ear to ear.

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had in a while.”

“I’d like you to know I’m full of great ideas. I mean we’ve been together for six years. And it’s because I kissed you since you wouldn’t kiss me. I think that it’s a fair assumption that I’m the brains of this relationship. I also made the idea for us moving into this city home. I also made the executive decision for us to buy a cat.”

“Kiyo. That’s not how that went. You know damn well I brought the cat home when you were done with practice and you hit me with the whole ‘I guess we can do it if we clean the litter box everyday’. I think you’re remembering things incorrectly. Per usual.”

“Dunno, but it took my decision making to allow her to stay in this home.”

“Uh huh. Now that I think about it, it would be my first time marrying an Olympian.”

“Well duh. I mean look at me.”

“ I was talking about Miya, you dolt.”

He let out a hearty laugh. “I guess you can take the role of the funny one.”

The first time Sakusa became a parent. He had almost passed out in the delivery room. He’ll never acknowledge it to you, however when friends asked he claimed that childbirth was ultimately disgusting.

His eyes shone the moment your son entered the world.

He held him delicately as if he could break. He was laughing as he gently brought him down to you.

You stared down at the baby you and your husband had brought into the world and you couldn’t help but think of the first time you saw Sakusa Kiyoomi and the blessings the boy brought into your life.

(A/N) the smut scene wasnt supposed to be good!!!!!!!!! It was their first time so it wasn’t supposed to be some god tier orgasming experience. It was supposed to be plain and about their connection!

thanks for reading (:

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iwas-baby · 2 years

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wicked crown ♛

—saksua kiyoomi x reader

genre: dark royalty au, drama

about: forced into an unwanted marriage, the prince and now princess must overcome their quarrels are there are bigger threats on the rise.

cw: blood, violence, mentions of death

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vii. trial and tribulation

When you watched Imperial Knights drag the Prince of Shiratorizawa into the cell across from yours, you knew Kiyoomi had truly gone insane. The Prince had suffered a small cut to his cheek while resisting arrest and was clearly dejected.

It was also then that you realized how to make use of the situation fate had put you in. You explained between guard shifts what had happened to the late king and your father while Wakatoshi eagerly listened. The two of you waited for Maeve to once again return to inform her of her role. She was awfully loyal and that would help you in many ways.

“When the guards come for me tomorrow, I need you to sneak past one of them and find a way to get the keys. Then, I need you to get Prince Wakatoshi out, okay?” She nodded and you smiled. “Next I need you to head to the library and look through all the floriculture books that are there and don’t stop until you find one depicting a flower similar to angel’s breath but the pedals are a dark indigo. There’s not enough money in the world for me to thank you, Maeve, but whatever you want after this fiasco is over, it’s yours.”

So you waited for that day, a nervous wreck wondering if the court would find you guilty as they’d already thrown you in the dungeon without a second thought. You paced the small quarters of your cell, tapping your finger to your lips.

“There’s nothing to be worried about,” said Prince Wakatoshi, his back against his cell’s brick wall. He had become quite disheveled in the few days he’d been imprisoned, looking very un-princely.

“They’ll have our heads cut off, and that feels like enough to worry about.” You stated, wiping your hands against the skirt of your dress.

“Kiyoomi and Hiroshi have no real evidence to support their claims,” Wakatoshi pointed out.

Although you continued to bicker with him, “they could easily forged documents, or paid off witnesses.”

Your conversation was cut off by the sounds of many footsteps, bracing yourself to be taken away for trial. Wakatoshi stood up at the noise, too, leaning on the cell bars and watching as Imperial Knights stood ready with the keys.

“Y/N L/N, you are accused of treason, and are being escorted to trial, do you understand?” Quickly, you nodded, verably replying in a soft voice as they jiggled the metal key in the lock and pulled you away. The knights placed heavy chains on your hands, causing you to wince as you tried keeping a proper posture.

As you were being dragged off, you saw from the corner of your eye Wakatoshi, who was giving you a reassuring nod. Taking a deep breath, you had complied your own case within the three days of being locked up, you only hoped that the judge would believe you.

At the top of the stairs, you felt warmer, there was finally sunlight and it was literally a breath of fresh air. You also spotted Maeve in the distance, a stern look on her face as she readied herself for your plan.

The servant girl came rushing up, screaming slightly as she fell into the arms of the knight in charge of the dungeon keys.

“I think there’s a rat in the palace, please, Knight, do something!” She cried out helplessly, shaken by fear as she pointed. The knight looked back at his brethren, who gave him the okay to go trap it. What they had failed to notice as they brought their attention back onto escorting you to the trail was that the redhead had stolen the keys and was making her way back down to the dungeon.

You smiled internally knowing the hardest step in your plan had been successfully completed.

After walking through the whole palace, the knights had brought you to the courtroom where all of the high society members would face punishment for their crimes. You shivered, stepping in, as all eyes turned to you. Clearly, this was also the biggest social event of the decade as gossipers had poured in to see you possibly get beheaded.

You were taken to the defense, waiting for not only the king to show up, but the judge as well. There was a jury of five people, and typically, in Itachiyama jurors were only involved if it were a high profile case, to which this trial fit the bill.

From behind you, you heard people begin to shuffle around and murmur and as you turned your head to see, you were shocked to see the state that the king was in. At the same time, a certain spectator caught your eye; hidden in the crowd, you’d recognize that face anywhere… your own mother, there to see you get potentially executed.

Turning your focus back onto your husband– if you could still call him that– he seemed thinner than the last time you had seen him, as if he were the one in the jail cell. His skin was pasty, his lips cracked and his eyes were sunken. Sure, you could’ve written it off as paranoia-induced insomnia but knowing who his uncle was, there was a better chance of him being the victim of poisoning.

Everyone remained standing as the judge came in as well: an older man dressed the part. He stood the state, hitting his gavel against the wood, signaling for everyone to be seated.

There was an unknown man there as a prosecutor, he was introduced as Botan, a scholar. He opened with statements about all the bad things you’d done in your childhood, how you were a wild spirit, and even your affection towards your father, who was a high ranking Shiratorizawa noble.

When they finally called on you to make your opening remarks, you had no fancy scholar to defend you, so taking a deep breath, you stood and faced the jury.

“What he says is true,” you started, “I was an out of control child, but in the way any child looking for attention would be. I am not a traitor to the Itachiyama Empire, my father may have been of noble blood but I was born and raised in this Empire’s countryside.”

You turned your head slightly, catching a quick glance at Kiyoomi. “I’ve been falsely accused of treason, with zero evidence, only suspicion from a paranoid king who’s been under corrupt council since the passing of his father.” Your words caused the spectators to turn to each other and begin their whispering, along with catching the attention of the jury.

“It’s true, why would I, a young woman, forcibly marry a man I had never met let alone loved in order to dismantle a kingdom? Frankly, from what Botan has described, I do not have the skill set of a true royal, so why would I try to overthrow a king?”

“That is enough from you, Queen Y/N, have a seat.” Following the judges orders, you sat, watching Kiyoomi keel over, coughing into his hands. It was a rough cough that reminded you of your father. You assumed if Hiroshi had started poisoning him, it was with a much higher dosage, meaning he would be six feet under at any time during the week.

Your breaths were shaky as you sat down, seeing how the scholar approached the jury with a sheet of paper in hand.

“This,” he waved the paper, “shows proof that the queen was using secret Shiratorizawa code to plot out a war based on greed for a mining village that once belonged to them before coming under the rule of our empire.”

The jurors kept emotionless faces, as Botan continued: “it is here in writing, you see, I myself translated it and as a scholar, my word is credible.”

Tapping your finger against your lap, you waited carefully for him to finish, taking a deep breath, knowing that with any moment, Wakatoshi and Maeve would come in. All you had to do was cause chaos in the court.

“Your Majesty, your rebuttal.” The Judge welcomed you to rise once more.

“Thank you, Your Honor. Now, I would just like to point out that all my schooling was done inside the borders of Itaichiyama and my father died when I was relatively young, leaving me with no knowledge of how to communicate in Shiratorizawa code.” The specters muttered at that too, the seeds of doubt being planted in their minds.

“So, Mr. Scholar, perhaps your word is not so credible.” You quickly turned to give him a sour look, sharing that look with Kiyoomi as well. “Secondly, the alliance that Itaichiyama has with Shiratoriawa benefits both parties. With trading of furs and spices, Shiratorizawa not only builds a strong economy but also gains many lumber and fish resources from Itachyiama. Which goes to show that no one from Shiratorizawa would threaten peace.”

Slowly, you could see them becoming convinced by your statements and as you smirked to yourself, feeling as though you won, the doors to the courthouse opened and there stood the servant girl and the disheveled prince. Maeve held onto the book you had asked her to find as well as the flower you had mentioned to her earlier. Wakatoshi was standing ready to fight, with a stolen Imperial Knight’s sword and a concentrated look on his face.

The guards that were in the room were also ready to attack but you saw as King Kiyoomi raised his hand, stopping them in their tracks.

“If you will allow it, Your Honor, I have evidence of my own to suggest that I am not a traitor to this empire.” The judge passively nodded as all eyes fell onto the redhead and the burnet as they walked down the aisle in an eerie silence.

“In fact, there is a real traitor among us, who's been staging a coup under our very noses.” As you finished your sentence, Maeve was there, handing you the flower and book. “It might sound absurd, but I have evidence to prove that Duke Hiroshi and Lady Marrianne caused the king’s death, and they are actively trying to poison our current king.”

There was a collective gasp but you were unfazed, moving away from the jury and centering yourself so that the spectators could see what you were showing them. Your mother gave you a disapproving look while the duke kept a solid face. Kiyoomi’s expression was the most telling: mixed with anger and fear, his eyebrows knit together and his eyes looked like a dark storm.

“Thanatoflos, is its scientific name, as it says here in the manual.” You stepped towards the judge, showing him the evidence, moving next towards the jury, “but it is often referred to as Devil’s Breath, for its extremely poisonous nature.”

The jurors nodded, as the scholar stood up, trying to object to your finding. “Let her finish, Botan,” the judge said, dismissing him.

“So, when crushed into a power and given over a length of time, it can mimic the symptoms of an incurable illness, isn’t that what it says in the book, Judge?” He scanned over the page nodding, “my father and the king presented similar symptoms before death and it is notable that Devil’s Breath grew not only at our house in the countryside but also in the royal garden.” You turned back to the judge to collect the book and show it to the jurors.

What happened next, you were not prepared for. You heard the sounds of swords being drawn, and a loud movement. It was quick and sudden, you felt a sharp pain on your upper arm, looking down to see a cut gushing blood.

Feeling lightheaded at the sight of such an injury, you saw that both Prince Wakatoshi and King Kiyoomi had swiftly moved forward to defend you from your attacker. It was Duke Hiroshi whose sword was coated in your blood, although he was being held off by Kiyoomi’s weapon. Wakatoshi had his swords drawn but quickly abandoned it as he saw you hurt.

He got to your side just in time and amidst the chaos, your hearing became muffled as black spots danced around your vision. The last thing you remembered was falling into Prince Wakatoshi’s arms.

“Is it true?” Kiyoomi asked his uncle, sword pointed at him, the last of his sanity finally gone. “You killed my father?”

“How could you accuse your own kin of such a thing?” Hiroshi tried defending himself but Kiyoomi only pounced forward with his sword, creating a long gash across the other man’s chest.

“You were the eldest brother, you couldn’t stand seeing my father take the crown!” Kiyoomi drew that conclusion himself, shocking everyone else in the room, “you had me throw my wife in a dungeon, betray my ally, for fuck’s sake, you’re tryingh to kill me!”

It was the king’s last straw, slicing his uncle’s skin until he fell to his knees, gasping for air. With a grunt, he knocked Duke Hiroshi out with the butt of his sword, turning to the knights and the rest of the spectators.

“The Queen and Prince Wakatoshi have been cleared of their charges, arrest Duke Hiroshi and Lady Marrianne for murder, attempted murder and treason, do you hear me?” He raised his voice, watching how they quickly collected both individuals.

Turning around to see you, he felt himself holding his breath, seeing how Prince Wakatoshi had cut off fabric from his shirt to try and subdue the bleeding. He rushed quickly to you, bending down to grab your body.

“I’ll take her,” he said with a serious expression, mustering his strength to carry you off, storming towards the palace’s infirmary. Watching your unconscious expression, he was plagued with guilt, reflecting on everything he’d done and feeling utterly disgusted with himself. All he wished was that the two of you would survive the ordeal.

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milks-writings · 4 years

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You wrote an angst! So, I'm a Sakusa stan, and I see A LOT of fluffy&nsfw fics but never saw an angst about him, so I wanted to request Sakusa x f!reader to my fav blog where they're having a complicated moment and it's affecting the relationship (it can be stress, work, school, team...), so the reader decided to take a break and "avoid" Sakusa to think, and I wANT TO SEE THIS GUY CRY!! Y'know like those Bruno Mars can I just stay here, spend the rest of my days here vibes 😔✊🏼LMFAO! Thank you!

✿.｡.:*☆.:*:*:.☆*.:｡.✿.✿.｡.:*☆.:*:*:.☆*.:｡.✿.

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kiyoomi Sakusa x Fem!Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕥: You two start to drift apart, and from this second on Kiyoomi noticed how much he needed you in his life

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: angst, I made a fluff ending because he deserves the best 🥰

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: swearing

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕒/𝕟: Yes, more love for omi-omi 🥺 also, thank you so much for being your fave writer blog adojfyodf it means a lot to me 🥺❤

I recommend listening to sad songs about love while reading this

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

☆*.:｡.✿ Scenario:

It’ll be alright

How long did you stand there, in front of the gym to wait for him?

How long did you think about taking a break, because of him?

How long did you let your heart get broken, but never mention anything because you didn’t want to affect him and his career?

You knew about how much he wanted to get a professional volleyball player, you knew about how much volleyball meant to him, yet you were still jealous.

Was volleyball so much better than you?

Was volleyball more important to him than you were?

Honestly, you didn’t want to know the answer.

Honestly, you knew the answer already.

Of course, it was more important.

Every day, you faced the same things over and over again. You let the insecurities take over you, you let those feelings eat you out, all your happiness got eaten up by the only smallest insecurity.

Not only your insecurities were eating you up, but also those rumors about him not liking you. About him only being together with you so he wouldn’t be alone. You knew those weren’t true, but why did it hurt more and more every time you heard them?

You had to talk to him, to your boyfriend, you wanted to talk to him, but every time you tried, he would make a comment about how you should wash your hands or rinse them with antiseptic, or how you should stop being too clingy, because “You know that I am a germophobe and yet you still do anything to disgust me”

It hurt more than it should.

He was a germophobe, but that wasn’t your problem. Your problem was; Saksua Kiyoomi.

And this time, you decided to not face your problem.

This time, you had to think about everything that was happening around you.

Though, before you decided to leave the gym you had been waiting in front of every day, you stayed. Maybe, you hoped that he would suddenly run out and hug you, apologize for being too ignorant in the last days because of the nationals coming up soon, maybe some part of you hoped that suddenly everything would get fine, that he would clear you up, but you were smart enough to realize after a few more minutes than this would never happen.

So after finally, your legs started to move, even though it was reluctantly, you still walked away, to your house.

He never let you join the practice, because of ‘reasons’.

Was he embarrassed that he was together with you?

Maybe he should’ve told you that you would only distract him with your beauty.

Maybe he should’ve told you more often how much he loves you, but he always refused to do so since he would get teased by his classmates for that.

But he only now noticed, that it would’ve been worth it. All those teases would have been worth it if it would make you feel more loved and less insecure.

He only noticed that he should’ve treated you better after leaving the gym, expecting you to wait for him, and tell him about your day.

Tell him about how annoying some classmates had been, tell him how good he looked every day.

But no matter how much he wished for you to come back, for you to wait after practice, he never had seen you ever since that day.

He couldn’t even say goodbye to you.

Since you knew which classes he had, you could manage to avoid him pretty well, but he didn’t even try to text you, he didn’t try to call you, or to ask one of your friends where you had been.

Or did he?

One week passed, without you seeing him once. You needed time to think about this all, those rumors, those things which had been up in your head, everything.

It was Friday the day you passed on the gym, you wanted to stay, you wanted to hug him and tell him how much you missed him, yet you still walked away.

And there he caught you, suddenly coming out from the corner, and stared at you for a moment.

He skipped practice for the first time, and you were the reason for it.

“Were you avoiding me?” His voice was steady, and you had to admit, you missed his voice much more than you thought.

“No” You wanted to walk away, you wanted to be mad at him for being an asshole to you, yet you still stood there and hoped for him to make a move, for him to make things better between you two, to finally clean his mess up.

“I know you were” he frowned a little and pulled the mask down to his chin he had been wearing all the time while approaching you. This time, his voice wasn’t as steady as before.

He was crying.

The tears were flowing down his cheeks, so easily.

You had never seen him cry before, you thought you would never see him cry, not even at your wedding, not even if you die before him, but he was there, crying in front of you.

His arms wrapped around your figure, and he put his chin on your head “I am sorry” he sobbed quietly, his grip tightening around you.

Now, you really couldn’t resist this.

Your arms slowly wrapped around him, while taking in his scent, the scent you missed so much.

“I swear I will make up for what happened” he added, holding onto you like you would disappear every second like you would suddenly get dust every second, but you stayed.

He always wanted to keep his pride, but for you, he would give up everything to make you happy.

“Just please, stop avoiding me, I can make up everything I have done wrong” his sobs didn’t stop, so you started to gently rub his back.

“Kiyoomi” the was his name left your mouth was something special.

It sounded like music to his ears, and every time you would call him by his name, he would just get all soft for you. He could listen to it so often, but he would never get tired of it.

“If you want to you can stay from now on while practicing in the hall, if you want to I can tell you how I feel more often, just please stay with me”

“Kiyoomi, it’s okay please calm down” you started to rub his back a little more, and he seemed to have forgotten about everything.

About every germ, about his phobia, about that everyone could be watching you two, but right now, he didn’t care.

He just wanted to know that you two would get back into good terms again, maybe even better terms.

Cupping your face, he stared down at you. God damn, how much he missed your pouty face, how much he missed every single feature on your face. “I love you, y/n)”

He stopped crying, and after you cracked a smile, he felt so relieved, it was a way better feeling than winning a volleyball game.

“I love you too Kiyoomi”

And from this day on, you two started to finally talk things out.

He started to worship you more and more, and you did too.

He always made sure to make you feel loved and would try that his phobia, the rumors, or your insecurities wouldn’t get between them.

Whenever he would make a disgusted face though, because you touched something he would never, it didn’t affect you anymore.

Because you started to understand, and he started to understand too.

You both started to meet in the middle if you couldn’t agree onto something, but you would lie if you said that there hadn’t been any fights anymore.

Though, you would be also lying if you would say that they hadn’t gotten any better.

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