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bby-bo · 1 year

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When The Boss Comes Knocking

the following is a CEO!Sakusa fic that landed somewhere between sfw and sorta nsfw, but its kiyoomi and he just makes my brain go buzz in every situation so i just couldn’t help it

Part 2

Summary: You dated Sakusa in high school but went your separate ways after graduation. Turns out he missed you much more than he let on.

Warnings: none, just kiyoomi being hot. use of “sweetheart” and “baby”

Sakusa Kiyoomi always has been and will always be the man of your dreams. Tall and broad shouldered, even in his high school years he was the pinnacle of your existence, and all you wanted was to be near him. Your wishes were granted for only a brief period of time when you finally dated in your junior year, but your Kiyoomi was ripped away from you when his family decided he needed to start preparing to take over the business.

The Sakusa Group was well known and respected for their acquisition of many successful start-ups, but details of their business dealings were always very secretive. And the company had only grown and expanded since Kiyoomi became CEO at just a mere 25 years old- not that you were stalking the Sakusa Group’s movements in your free time or anything.

When the two of you broke up he had encouraged you to “follow your own dreams”, and made sure to mention he would be extremely busy in the years after graduating high school. You had received the underlying message loud and clear. He wanted to be left alone and didn’t want a girl from a regular family ruining his image when he entered the executive world. Your heart was shattered, but that didn’t stop you from missing Kiyoomi dearly even years later. The hugs that completely enveloped your frame and the scent of his light cologne, the one he brought you to pick out for him on his birthday. The rasp of his deep voice and how its sound had burrowed into the back of your brain, the memories of random things he once said to you popping to the forefront of your mind haphazardly throughout your days.

You had done as he said, and moved to the city to become an author as you always dreamed. Actually, you were pretty successful in the romance industry and even though you only had a handful of books published, your fanbase was so dedicated and charismatic. In your single year of dating Kiyoomi you had amassed a lifetime’s worth of romantic material, and between your real life experiences with him and the melancholy fantasies that kept you up at night nowadays, you had lots of inspiration. Although, even you were prone to the classically dreaded writer’s block.

Today was just a regular Tuesday morning in the office, where you preferred to write when you were stuck in a rut. Unfortunately, the coffee mug on your desk was not bringing the inspiration that you wanted and you glared at the last sip, willing some piece of creativity to be hiding inside as you downed it. Nothing. Loosening a sigh, you dropped your head into your hands just as a knock rapped on the door. Without lifting your head you greeted the visitor, already knowing who was on the other side.

“Come in!”

“How’s it coming? Anything I can get you right now?” It was the sweet front desk girl, Josie, checking in on you. Again.

“Unless you can write in my place, there’s not much you can do for me i'm afraid” Josie meant well, but her insistent interruptions certainly were not helping your workflow, and this was the third time within 30 minutes she’s asked if you needed anything.

“Okie dokie, I’ll check back later then! Keep at it! ”

“Oh, you don’t have to-” She was off with a wave without hearing your response, the door slamming behind her. With another sigh, your head dropped back into your hands, frustration building.

Not 5 minutes later, there was another knock at the door. But this time the door opened before you could respond.

“Holy shit, Josie i’m really fine I swear- K-Kiyoomi???” You burst from your seat in surprise, your eyes all but popping out of your head.

And there he was, like a fever dream come to life, standing in the doorframe. His handsome face tilted to the side slightly, a smirk pulling across his lips.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you” His voice had gotten deeper since the last time you spoke. His hair a little longer, his chest a bit stronger. But his eyes remained the same, that dark gaze enticing you and melting you down with just a look.

“W-what are you doing here? How did you-? What is this??”

As much as you wanted to cave and run straight into his arms, you vividly recalled your last conversation with Sakusa. Not Kiyoomi. He had corrected you so coldly before parting, saying “you should call me by last name from now on, otherwise people may get confused”. As if it would be bad if people mistakenly thought you were still dating. As if to push you that much further away. Your confusion only grew as you looked at him now, unsure of his motives for being here.

“Came to scope out a new prospect. I sent an executive to meet with your publishing house’s CEO last week” His smirk widened as he took deliberately slow steps into the room, sleek confidence dripping from him.

That's right, your boss had mentioned that your little publishing house had been recently approached by a huge parent company with an amazing offer, but as far as you knew nothing had been made official. And you certainly had no clue that said parent company was the Sakusa Group. The realization settled in, and the frustration you felt earlier was starting to bubble up again.

All of a sudden he was in your space, sleek black button-up shirt in your direct line of sight. What was his goal here? Certainly this has nothing to do with you? Right. Exactly. He claimed he was here for business. Then why..??

Long fingers gripped your chin, thumb tugging your bottom lip from between your teeth where you nervously chewed it.

“Where did you pick up this bad habit? And when are you planning on acknowledging me properly?” Your heart dropped to your stomach. His firm grip brought your face to look up at his, a little too close for comfort. Kiyoomi’s smirk tilted into a small frown, an admonishing look starting to grow.

“Of course sir, I apologize. Good morning Mr. Sakusa.” Backing out of his hold, you bowed in respect. Of course he was here for just business.

This only seemed to irritate him further though, and when you rose from your greeting he took another step closer. You may as well have been toe to toe now.

“Since when do you address me that way?” His eyes were too intense, and you could feel the memories of your past relationship coming up in your mind, emotion nearly overwhelming you before you swallowed it down.

“I’m not sure what you mean sir, it would be improper for me to address you otherwise”

If he was irritated before, then he was surely pissed off now.

His hands gripped your shoulders, roughly pushing you back against your desk before planting his palms on either side, caging you in.

“Why won’t you look at me, hm? It’s disrespectful to ignore your superior sweetheart” Shit. That voice had you in a vice grip and he knew it. He was using it to his advantage.

“I was unaware you would be my business superior until a minute ago, forgive me sir” How long will your legs hold up before melting completely?

“Seems like something is bothering you. You don’t like the idea of working with me? Or maybe you don’t like the idea of me being your boss? Sweetheart, I hope you realize I know you’ve been writing about me.”

“No! No thats not-!” Your head shot up in a rush to disagree, or maybe to explain. Either way, you immediately realized your mistake and you were silenced once more. The tip of your nose brushed his, and his breath brushed your lips in an intimate greeting, as if to say “hey, i missed you”.

His mock irritation melted away, the smirk returning once more. You fell into the trap too easily.

Most people knew Sakusa to be the cool and straightforward man he showed to the world, but when you dated in high school he quickly shattered this image. Though he certainly preferred to stay away from crowds and strangers, he was still human after all, and loved to be in your personal space whenever he got you alone. He had always enjoyed making you blush and stutter, thriving off the knowledge that he could affect you so deeply. Clearly, he still enjoyed that feeling.

But you were not a toy, and he was interrupting your work day. And how dare he just come back into your life after throwing you aside for so many years?! Absolutely not, you refused to be disrespected this way. Your hands came to his chest, giving him a solid (and completely ineffective) shove.

“No. This is not professional Mr. Sakusa-!”

Sakusa didn’t back up a single inch. Instead he gripped your face, long fingers pinching into your cheeks slightly. Your breath caught in your throat, previous arguments completely obliterated.

“Stop. Saying. No. Now answer me. Since when do you call me by my last name? You’re purposely not answering my question”

When you took a breath in you caught the scent of his cologne, and it was the same one you picked out for him in high school. He still wore it. Every single thought emptied out of your head, except for the recognition of how close he was to you, and where he was touching you.

“Say it.”

“K-Kiyoomi...”

“Say it like you mean it, baby.”

“Kiyoomi.” A smile broke out as his name fell from your mouth a second time.

“That’s my girl, just as pretty as ever. I missed you so bad sweetheart, I’ve been looking for you in the city for some time now. And don't worry, I’ll make up for lost time, so don’t push me away.”

His second hand came up to the back of your head, tugging you back by your hair and bringing your mouth to his. But he didn’t kiss you, he denied you the pleasure, only speaking against your lips. You let him do as he pleased, no longer able to deny how much you missed him. Missed this.

“Look at you with your hair so grown out now.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love everything about you.” He moved to plant a firm kiss to both of your cheeks, and to your disappointment he slowly released his hands from your face and hair.

“The Sakusa Group will officially be in ownership of your publisher by the end of the week. You’ll be seeing a lot more of me, so get used to it sweetheart.” He offered no further explanations or goodbyes, and he left your office with only your disheveled and flustered state to prove that he had really been there at all.

You made absolutely zero progress on your writing the rest of the morning and afternoon, but when you returned the next day ready for another day of failure, you opened the door to see your office transformed into a florist.

There were flowers on every single surface, completely covering your desk and the floor. There were roses of every shade, along with tulips, orchids, and other kinds of flowers you had never even seen before. Each bouquet was bursting with color and life, wrapped in silk ribbons and set in gorgeous porcelain vases that looked absolutely priceless. There was only a small path left open for you to walk to your desk seat, and on your keyboard was a note.

“A flower for every occasion I missed. And more just because.”

Your hand came up to your mouth, tears already welling up in your eyes. You looked to the bottom, and saw he signed the note,

“Always Yours, Kiyoomi”

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sexyandcringe · 1 year

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[04:25 PM]

Your boyfriend got you a bouquet.

Today is not Valentines day, nor is it your birthday. Why did he get you a bouquet then?

You're confused, you ask him what's the special occasion. "Just because." he replies.

"What do you mean "just because"?"

"Because i love you, so giving you stuff and seeing you happy makes me happy."

You stare at him, a little shocked, mouth slightly open as you rethink of your ex who, in the three years of dating, got you exactly 2 plastic roses only for every Valentines day (he didn't get them in your last year of dating because that night he was out drinking with his friends while you were crying in your miserable home).

"I'm- i, thank you so much, my love." you hug him tight as you feel your eyes watering. "Really, you have no idea how much this means for me."

Finding your boyfriend in this generation was a miracle for you, since you didn't really expect anyone to like you other than your ex, but you were so wrong. Your boyfriend told you his heart skipped a beat the day he met you and sometimes it still does because he can't comprehend how someone as gorgeous as you came into his life and made it hundred times better.

"I love you." you say. You mean it with your whole soul.

"I love you more." he says, and your inner child, the child who grew up without love - or with a fake love - who was never enough, starts to feel safe.

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kiwanopie · 1 year

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What happens if crime lord!Kiyoomi actually thinks you’re dead?

went off the deep end with this one, but hey! there’s a happy ending at least <3

cw: death, murder, actual bad guy kiyoomi, grief, graphic descriptors of death (not reader), happy ending but a lot of kiyoomi turning into the worst guy ever

wc: 3.5k

He’d kill you if it didn’t mean winding up in the same predicament again. For all the suffering you’ve caused he’d be due a severed finger. - Lucky you he doesn’t regularly keep anything sharp on him.

Atsumu’s never quite been the caring type. Faithful? Sure. But never compassionate. ~ Never quite felt bad for the wounded paw or attached himself to temporary things and temporary pleasures, never really formed a dependency on people in a way that ever mattered. Don’t get him wrong, he’s not heartless. There are people he loves. His brother, his mother, maybe a few of his cousins. But he’s never quite had the capacity to feel bad for someone. It’s never clicked. He supposes that’s why he’s so valued in his profession.

But over the past three years, watching a man who owns everything, who controls everything, grieve and become the worst version of himself - the worst version of anyone, sour and harden into a crust and get worse every day… Well, he might say he feels a little sore about it. Experiencing grief from a bird’s eye view, that’d be easy, if it weren't for his position as the guy’s right hand man.

When news of your death broke out the first thing Kiyoomi did was lock himself in his office. He wasn’t there when the guy who told him did, didn’t see the look on his face or the initial reaction that came at finding out the woman he loved had been murdered in cold blood. Well not quite cold. The car they rigged blew you to bits. But he was there for the aftermath. He saw the nauseated look on his face when walking into his office. Pallid and silent. Kiyoomi’s always been a quiet guy but the stillness that followed him was a vacuum. If he stood too close he’d all but stop breathing, even the acoustic in the hall seemed to have left with him.

He stayed in that office for three days. Didn’t leave for food or water, didn’t pick up the phone or address any of his constituents. Didn’t even move a muscle when one of the guys started a fire a few rooms over. Lucky him they put it out but those shadows under the door never moved. - By day three, Atsumu had almost figured he’d killed himself. But there wasn’t a smell, and by closing, his door had been left open. Torn papers and broken glass, toppled over furniture left as any indication he was ever there.

But that was just denial.

Atsumu isn't the kind of guy to go out of his way to do something cruel. Well… that’s a lie. He doesn’t do it often. Sure he’s laughed in the faces of groveling women, sneered at broken men and maybe even kept a bastard alive a little longer than he had to but that’s kind of his schtick? He’s supposed to be a loose cannon! What’s an aloof domineering big boss without one?

But this - Makato hits the ground with a curdled groan. More pushed out by inertia than the bullet lodged in his brain, but even so, the way his face goes slack feels particularly disturbing. What shit luck. They just hired this kid not even a month ago.

Kiyoomi shuffles his feet until he’s standing in front of the next one. Same soured scowl on his face, same outstretched arm, same barrel burning scorch marks on the underling's forehead.

“Plea-“

This one falls on his back.

Atsumu grimaces at the blood splatter that reaches him from his place a little further behind. He’s making a mess. Which probably makes matters worse because Kiyoomi notoriously hates messes. He hates the smell of too much blood and too much gun powder. Guns create loud noises that are more grating than gratifying, and he doesn’t like presenting his business as a group that murders and nothing else.

Nushiba pisses himself when the boss cocks his pistol, the smell makes him kiss his teeth.

“You think you all deserve to be scared?” Kiyoomi speaks into the room. “Is that why you failed us so badly? Fear? You were afraid of what?”

Kiyoomi aims for his mouth this time, the force of the blast blows his teeth into bloody fragments. “There is nothing on this earth that warrants this kind of disobedience. Nothing. I should never expect to be let down this gravely by my own men.”

Kenji gets a few rounds in his stomach before he nails the killing blow in his head. He was the one who was supposed to check in with him before you left the venue. You weren't even supposed to be beyond the front doors let alone the back seat of the car. He’s still blinking when he hits the ground, bleeding out of the chunk missing out of his head but his breathing doesn’t stop for a few odd seconds. He’s cognizant enough to cry.

“Let this be a reminder to everyone in this room,” Kiyoomi announces. And he spits on Kenji’s body for good measure. “You don’t fear death. You don’t fear pain. You don’t fear God,”

“You fear me.”

Atsumu forces down a swallow as Sakusa shoots his colleague in the throat.

In just the next year and a half his boss and companion had become the boogie man.

If he wasn’t the most feared man in Asia already, you’d say he’d broken the scales and became the most feared in all of the Pacific. He had taken the entire underground industry and painted it red. Jobs they’d otherwise refused for morality sake were on the table now. And he was killing people with families, the families themselves. Selling witnesses into slavery and destroying the infrastructure of even some of their allies. But they could do nothing to stop him. Retaliating wouldn’t work, the guy had nothing to lose at this point. And with a show of chops like this who would even want to be on his bad side. He was killing people on his own team if they didn’t didn’t jump high enough. - The only thing you can do against a man like he’d become is roll over on your back and show your belly.

And obviously the guys responsible for the assanation were no more.

Jesus, just the thought of what he made them do to Onslaught’s people makes him a little queasy. “Ya’ called me in here, boss?”

Kiyoomi quietly nods.

Atsumu redistributes some of the weight on his feet as he waits for his boss to start. - Watches him stare into empty space with his hands folded over his chest, too far from his desk to reach for his pistol, but who's to say he doesn’t already got it on him.

He’s always had a habit for yapping when he’s anxious. “Something on yer mind, boss man?”

Kiyoomi pulls a piece of skin off his bottom lip.

“Do you think…” He starts flatly. “…That I’ve been overreacting?”

Atsumu hesitates. Not too noticeably. He doesn’t have a death wish. But he hesitates. Any sane man would tell him yes, obviously. But Atsumu’s not exactly sane, and he toys the line of what could be considered a “man” quite often.

Is he overreacting? If he were him, “No,” Atsumu says honestly. “No, I don’t think so at all.”

Kiyoomi takes the reassurance with a twitch of his brow.

“I’m not stupid, you know. I know how people are starting to look at me, and this organization,” He says thinly. “I know that she-“

It looks like it physically hurts him to say. “…I know that… she was scared. And she didn’t like the way I did things. Because she was good. She was a good person. And now… I’m worse.”

There are tears welling up in his eyes.

“Do you think…” Kiyoomi swallows. “… Do you think if I was better… If I could be better… she would still-“

“That girl loved ya, Omi.”

And even if talking out of turn could get him killed, nothing would be worse than what’ll happen if he lets him continue. “She loved you. Even if she could be a little twitchy about this… whole thing that we’re doin’ here, I could see it in tha way she waited for ya. She’d would sleep here all night if it meant you were going home with ‘er in the morning. It wasn't you that… It wasn’t you.”

“Yer grievin’.” He sighs. And for a moment it feels like he’s talking to his brother. Talking him out of doing something stupid cause he’s scared. - He’s scared and hurt. Whether that be from nearly losing a twin in a gun fight or finding out that someone you cared so deeply for has passed, it’s the same ballpark. It’s the same love. “We all become different people when we grieve. It’s a shitty fuckin’ feelin’ and it feels like dyin’ everyday.”

“Yer not overreacting.” Atsumu says, and then he chuckles under his breath. “Hell, if she were here she’d act like it was just Tuesday. ‘Girl could talk down a hurricane if you put ‘er to it.”

Kiyoomi lets out a humored breath.

“Yeah…” He sniffles. “…Thanks uh… Thank you, Miya. I appreciate that.”

“No problem, boss. Ya’ want me to round the boys up downstairs?”

“Yes, thank you.”

As much as he tried to get things back to normal, he couldn’t.

It was too much to lose you and by extension his happiness all at once. Thank the powers that be that he didn’t get any meaner, but a “nice” Kiyoomi had never quite been an option. With you around he was subdued, he had something to look forward to after work. Better days were the days you showed up and sat all cozied up near his desk. Sometimes he’d find you curled up on his lap - less common, the few times he’s barged in and found you bouncing on it. Repremandings aside, you kept him docile. Softened and genial, as much as a love drunk fool as any guy as reserved as him could be.

But now you’re gone.

Kiyoomi gets a little callous when he’s depressed.

There’s a civil servant in front of him. Not the first one he’s seen up close, not the first one he’s captured, but it’s the first one that cries so easily when he gets the tools out. She’s got a neat little suit and tie on that glows somewhat in the darkness of the cellar but he supposes that's a part of the gag. Justice. The fight against evil and the hand of the law, let it warm you over like the sun! Though regrettably, there ain’t too much sunlight for her to access fifty feet underground.

Atsumu checks his watch. The boys should be making some noise at the old courthouse about now. This little lady was supposed to be there around noon for the showcase, but he’s sure the big dogs won’t notice that their runner up has gone missing too soon. Big cases like this usually run an understudy anyway, and with the kind of shit they’ll be going against it’ll be a party.

So they can be comforted by the fact that no one’ll come looking. And the clear fear that that brings to the woman strapped to the ladder back, well he could go so far as to say it feels invigorating.

“Don’t play around with her too much, Miya. We need her lucid enough to talk.” Kiyoomi crosses his arms over his chest behind him. “This isn’t supposed to be for fun.”

Says the guy sitting in the splash zone. Even shrouded by shadows he can see the latent satisfaction in his face at seeing the official suffer. It’s the only time he sees him have any fun in this half year.

Atsumu exhales as he bounces the hammer drill in his hand. “A’right, I hear ya.”

He holds it to the bridge of her collar bone as she struggles. “You heard the boss. The fuck are you people doin’ with our money?”

“I already said I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Bullshit.” Kiyoomi asserts. “You work directly under Takuto. You of all people should know what goes on behind the scenes.”

“Shin doesn’t tell me anything…!” She sobs. “…He doesn’t tell me anything! I just write him his scripts and bring him his coffee!”

“So why does he cite you as an advisor?”

“I don’t fucking know!”

Kiyoomi kisses his teeth. “Miya.”

Her collarbone breaks with a nasty crack.

Her scream is enough to make his ears ring as he frowns to himself in his seat. It’s a pathetic display of the people who should be protecting the general public, let alone headlining our political infrastructure but it isn’t surprising. Half of the big wigs in the law game often pay off major criminals like him to send off small fries to further their laws and agendas, the other half, his people pay off to stay out of their dealings and territories. The Takuto firm has been a middleman of theirs for around two years now. They pay them to stage big cases with a few of their showmen, and Sakusa enterprises hands them a fat check to look the other way when his people pass by. Occasionally even, they do some of their handling for them.

But they’ve been doing a less than satisfactory job recently. And Kiyoomi’s just lost one of his best guys to the shithead with an angel scribbled on his business card. Nice guy he is, he only wants a refund and the head of the guy who did it. But they haven’t been exactly reciptible of his wishes.

Because they don’t have the money anymore. And Takuto’s too chicken shit to give himself up, even under threat of young uninvolved employees losing their lives in the process.

“You know something.” Kiyoomi says. “Your name is on everything. Not just our contracts but on the publicity deals. You’re a signing witness for all the cases you sell, all the commercials, all the revenue we gave you. So what the fuck do you mean when you say you don’t have it? You people make at least a million yen a day and you have nothing to show for it?”

She shakes her head.

“Speak clearly.”

“W-We don’t… We don’t.” She whimpers.

“Why not?”

“Please… I…”

Kiyoomi’s voice is so venomous that it nearly makes Atsumu wince. “You’ve got three fucking seconds to tell me what I wanna hear before we start sawing your hands off.”

She starts to retch. Even Atsumu kinda wants her to speak up.

“Ichi,”

“God, please…”

“Ni,”

“It’s…” She pitters off.

Kiyoomi sighs and starts the motion of lifting off of his feet.

She chokes it out like she’s gagging. “It’s Gethsemane! He’s been funneling the money to Gethsemane!”

Kiyoomi stops in his tracks.

There’s a look that passes through his eyes. A look that’s misplaced from the situation at hand and directed at something reminiscent. Something forgotten but perpetual, an open sore, now more scab than raw vessel, that peels open and encourages a reaction more akin to flinching. Bracing. Something hits him so suddenly that it overwhelms him to the point of freezing in place. Halting his breaths before blowing them out quietly. Atsumu could go as far as to say his eyes have gone glossy.

He speaks… carefully. “What do you know about Gethsemane?”

“The-They’ve… They’ve been threatening us… I think,” She admits shakily. “Whatever they’ve been saying to Shin is what’s been making him pay them. He says it’s for our safety.”

Atsumu scoffs.

“Why?” Is what Kiyoomi responds with. Which makes Atsumu furrow. I mean, Gethsemane’s fairly new to Japan and they’re a powerful organization, sure. But they’ve never exactly been on their radar. “Why are they-“

Kiyoomi shakes his head. “What would they want with you? Gethsemane doesn’t affiliate with case work. They would have no reason to threaten you.”

She pinches out a pained sound that sounds more like a plea than anything else. “I-…It’s the new hire… I think it’s the new hire…”

She sniffles. “They didn’t start bothering us until she showed up.”

Kiyoomi’s chair squeaks as he rises out of his seat.

It’s not even a moment that fully passes before he’s standing among the two. Towering just under the dim light, broad shoulders making shadows over the young official tied to her seat. Atsumu can barely react when he snatches the hammer drill out of his hands, and he eyeballs him as he points it before her nose.

His grip is trembling. Atsumu’s harrowed to find that there are tears in his eyes. “What’s her name?”

“I-I don’t-“ She cowers. “I don’t remember-“

He starts the motor. “Guess.”

“I-It was something foreign! She’s…. S-She’s gaijin! S-Super quiet!? You could find her on the registry if you-“

Kiyoomi takes a few dizzy steps back.

Atsumu stares.

She’s not talking about who he thinks she is?

You’re asleep in his arms when he walks through the door.

Knocked out would be more accurate telling by how limply your body pours into his grasp but it’s you. Flesh and blood, breathing in quiet puffs. The little sundress you’re wearing compliments you like everything else you wear. Just as pretty if not prettier, just as soft if not cottony.

Atsumu gapes as Kiyoomi silently walks through his living room, he’s following him before he knows what to do with himself. “H-Holy shit! Is that her?!”

Kiyoomi sniffles and then nods.

“What the fuck…What?! How did she-“

“I don’t know.”

Kiyoomi opens the bedroom door with his foot. Belatedly, Atsumu realizes he’s never been to this part of his house before.

His bedroom is about as neat as he’d expect it to be. Pretty much spotless to the point he wonders if the guy even sleeps in here or just hovers over the bed every night. There’s a big bay window that if not for the curtains would give a good view of the garden, solid mahogany floors, a big entrance to what he can assume is an enormous bathroom but -

Your stuff is still here.

At least, he can assume it’s yours and that it’s been here the whole time. Kiyoomi’s not quite a pink slippers kind of guy. He doesn’t think his tall frame would fit the little robe thrown over the vanity chair. Old posters of American artists take up a far wall and the English lettering on them is stylized and a little hard to read. Artists that look like you and share varying skin tones, some hung up records mounted to compliment them on the wall. There’s a console there that he knows Kiyoomi doesn’t touch, video game memorabilia posted on a near table. Even as he gets closer he realizes the discarded guitar leaned against the loveseat has collected dust over time. Hell, some of your clothes are still sitting where you probably left them before what happened a solid three years ago.

Oh man. Atsumu sighs through his nose. This guy’s been more tortured than he thought.

Kiyoomi’s feather gentle as he lays you on the bed, careful to position your neck in a way that won’t leave a crook in it when you eventually wake up. He’s tender enough to make the faux blonde go shy. So ginger that he blushes seeing him tuck some of your hair behind your ear and shuffles a little when he stares at you a long moment before letting out a sigh. He gawks as Kiyoomi lowers himself beside you, careful of your legs as the bed dips.

No one knows what to say.

Which is surprising, because nine times out of ten Atsumu can’t shut the fuck up. “Wh…” He whisps.

Kiyoomi turns his head to wipe some of the tears out of his eyes. “I don’t…”

He clears his throat. “I don’t know what this is about. Why her director is fear mongering a law firm into taking her in…Why she’s affiliated with these people in the first place… or why she’s been hiding for so long-“

His voice breaks. He really doesn’t wanna start again, his eyes have gone raw. “I just… hope that she can explain it to me when she wakes up. So we can put all this behind us.”

“Do…” Atsumu pitters. “Do you want me to stick around until then? Maybe call in the-“

“No, no,” Kiyoomi runs a hand through his hair. “No. The drug won’t wear until sometime tomorrow morning. So, you’re free until then. Just… Just uh-“

He messily fishes in his jacket pocket till he’s pulling out a crumpled up piece of paper. “Go to this address and make it seem like she went out for groceries or something. It’ll give us some time before they start looking.”

Atsumu takes the slip and slides it in his pants. “Alright… You gonna be okay?”

Kiyoomi breathes in a watery sniffle before nodding surely. “I’m just gonna turn in for the night, I think.” It’s five. “I think I’ve… exhausted all of my resources for today. - A headache like this is only gonna get worse.”

Kiyoomi rests his head in his hand. “Yeah… uh- engage the security system before you lock the door on your way out.”

Atsumu backs into the doorway. “Sure thing.”

“Miya?”

“Yeah?”

Kiyoomi turns to tuck his legs behind yours. “Hit the lights, please.”

“Gotcha.”

The lights dim as Kiyoomi pulls you into his chest.

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emmyrosee · 8 months

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lol self indulgent bc I’m in pain and I want Sakusa to be real 💅🏼

Tw // laceration, bandage replacement, descriptions of a small wound and mentions of blood and scabbing

——

“Ow.”

“I know, baby. Hold still, okay?”

The minute Kiyoomi’s gloved hands touched the irritated areas around the bandaid, you were wincing, knuckles fisting and teeth sinking into your lower lip. He pauses, “are you alright? Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” you pant. “Please- just get it off.”

He nods, rolls his shoulders, lets out a labored breath into his mask, and gently grips either end of the now dirtied bandage, and with his own wince, pulls it up off of your skin, a small wail of pain escaping your lips. “Shhh, I know baby, I know-“

“It burns- Omi, it burns why does it burn-“

“It’s the air hitting it, I promise,” he assures. He takes a look at the wound with careful eyes, trying to evaluate it: the skin around it is raw from the adhesives being placed on it and removed constantly, the throbbing laceration mocking him as you tremble in pain. When a gloved finger gently runs over the blistering, you yelp and dart away slightly, and he grimaces.

He would give everything he has to make this go away.

There’s a small bit of scarring skin that’s forming over the swell, and he takes it as sign of finally healing- that and the small bit of blood that’s forming under the barrier to form what’s left of the scab.

At least it’s not coming out anymore.

“Alright. I’m gonna do a little more bacitracin and peroxide-“

“NO!”

“I have to-“

“It’s gonna sting,” you plead, eyes glassy and brimming with tears.

Of course it’s going to sting, he thinks to himself. But that’s not what you need to hear right now. It doesn’t matter how many times you dance this dance- your fears and worries are never bothersome enough for him to stop taking care of you. He bypassed your protests and opens a new bandage, pushing some of the ointment onto it before pressing it to the lesion. You choke out a small wail and tighten your body.

“Almost done,” he mumbles, grabbing some of the medical tape to hold the bandaid in place, wrapping it securely. With a relived sigh, he leaves his hand to keep pressure on the fresh dressing to try and soothe the irritated skin. “There. There baby. You did so good.”

You sniffle and use your hands to wipe your eye, and he hums and pulls down his mask with a quiet ‘c’mere’ and guides you into his chest, where your arms wrap around him to keep him close.

“I hate this,” you sob into his chest. His massive hand cradles the back of your head, the other rubbing softly up and down the planes of your back.

“I know,” he whispers into your head.

“It’s so itchy, and it hurts, Kiyoomi.”

“The good news is, it’s itchy because it’s healing,” he says, pulling back to look at you. The hand on your head shifts to gently wipe a tear from your cheek. “Bad news is, it’s irritated because of the bandaid.”

“I just want to let it heal on its own. No more bandaids.”

He chuckles softly before pulling off his gloves and tugging you back into a hug, trying to not let your heaving shoulders break his heart. “I’m not going to let you do that; we’ve got to take care of it. Doctor’s orders, remember?”

“Fuck the doctor.”

He laughs a little louder, letting his lips press a few kisses on the crown of your head. Then, he crouched slightly, hands still holding your cheeks to keep your eyes on him.

“Listen to me,” he says, subtly shaking your head for emphasis. “You deserve to take care of yourself. And I’m gonna be here to help you with it. But you deserve to live in comfort- and treating this shit is just part of it.”

You let out a shaky sob and after a few minutes, you nod, letting your hands rest on top of his, “I hate this, kiyoomi.”

“I know,” he echos again. His thumbs gently stroke your hot cheeks, “I wish I could take it away, baby.”

“I know.”

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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kiyoomi isn’t a fan of holding hands.

he hates how icky it feels, skin against skin. he doesn’t like how his palm may get sticky with sweat and how some people swing arms back, forth, back and fourth again. he isn’t sure if it’s because he just doesn’t like physical touch all that much, or if it’s because it’s just gross. kiyoomi finds it unnecessary either which way. he tries to stay away from hand - to - hand contact, opting to push something towards his friends at a table or holding the other end: certain that he cannot be touched.

some part of it is his dislike for germs, or at least that’s what he says. people’s hands go everywhere, he says, it’s weird to have them all over me. what if i need to scratch my eye? there’s gonna be all sorts of germs in it.

it’s weird, he says.

that was until you held his hand.

it was cold, the bench outside your campus walls were covered as you and your friend took shelter. he wasn’t just a friend- your best friend: kiyoomi. kiyoomi that your mother adored and that you couldn’t live without. kiyoomi that you’re inlove with. kiyoomi who’s inlove with you.

he pretends he can’t see you- the soft gaze you hold on the ground where water and concrete meet. it’s so endearing he finds, that adoration consumes your features at the smallest things. he finds you beautiful. even as you were clad in a week- unwashed hoodie and messy hair splayed around your face.

you feel his eyes on you but you dare not to make a move. you don’t want him to be uncomfortable. you only scoot closer and as you do kiyoomi feels his pulse quicken beneath the pale skin and bone of his chest. you lean your head onto his shoulder gently, as if he were a log holding a bird that you’d rather die than scare off. kiyoomi exhales softly, as when he does he doesn’t realise how much of a dreamy sigh it sounds like. he blushes beneath his mask.

your heart flutters and you’re fuelled to push limits. your hand shakily pats your hoodie in anticipation as you reach for the hand rested in his lap. your best friend feels time stop as your hand intertwines with his own, softly. you handle him with a care that you’d give to a wounded animal or little child. he blinks and all of a sudden it’s you, him and the sound of the rain.

kiyoomi’s fingers find yours as if that’s where they were created to be and he leans back to admire you once more.

okay, maybe he does like holding hands. a little.

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tender-rosiey · 1 year

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If you’re open for requests or suggestions, could you do Ushijima, Daichi and anyone else of your choice with a f!Reader who’s insecure due to society’s body standards? If that makes sense, sorry. I’ve been feeling really insecure lately because everyone’s either thick or really slim and they’re all pretty and fit in the standards whilst I don’t :(

“YOU’RE PULCHRITUDINOUS”

— ushijima, daichi, sakusa, atsumu, and oikawa comforting you

a/n: oop, this took some time; hello everyone <33 FEMALE READER BTW

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI:

when he passed by your shared bedroom, he didn’t expect to see you looking dejectedly at the mirror and constantly squishing your stomach.

“y/n…?”

you jump, startled, “oh hey toshi! what’s up?”

he walks towards you, steps soft, “what’s wrong? is something bothering you? did someone do something?”

you smile and shake your head, “nope!” you pat his cheek lightly before giving it a kiss, “it’s nothing you need to worry about, my sweet and buff husband.”

“but as your husband, I need to make sure that you’re happy and comfortable,” he says, looking you straight in the eye, but his hand holding your own and rubbing your wedding ring.

you chuckle lightly, but it’s humorless, “it’s just…I haven’t been feeling the best in my body, it’s like I don’t fit in with what the world considers beautiful.”

“if the world doesn’t consider you beautiful then they are blind.”

you lightly punch his shoulder, “where did you learn to flirt like that?”

“y/n, I am serious.”

for some reason, no words come out of your mouth as you see your husband place your hand on his chest, where his heart is, “I don’t know if it helps, but I firmly believe that you’re beautiful in ways that can never be described in words.”

“oh ‘toshi,” you wrap your arms around him and hug tightly, “I love you, so much.”

a smile makes its way onto your face when you feel him smile slightly into your hair, “I love you too.”

“also, why are you wearing a pink apron?” you ask, a giggle escaping your lips and eyeing his ‘best husband’ apron he has on.

“I was trying to cook something for you,” he says, but looks down at this feet, discouraged.

“and?”

“it doesn’t look appetizing,” he sighs before looking up, “I am sorry.”

“I will eat it anyway, it can’t be that bad,” you assure him before walking towards the door but he holds your arm gently.

“no, i can’t let you die because of food poisoning, especially food I made,” he says in slight panic and obvious worry that you can’t help but chuckle at.

SAWAMURA DAICHI:

mornings with you and your husband were generally organized and calm, a couple of kisses here and there, making drinks and breakfast for each other.

today was no different, except daichi has been searching for his cap for the last 15 minutes but to no avail. he searched high and low and checked every corner of the house.

hell, he even checked the attic and while yes, he stumbled across one of the photo albums he oh so adores but can’t indulge in right now, he still can’t find his cap.

so he settles for the option he should have chosen from the very start.

asking you, his beautiful wife, for help.

“y/n! have you seen my cap?”

“no! did you check under your brown coat?” you call out as you, gloomily, look yourself in the mirror.

“yes, but— oh nevermind; it’s really under my brown coat.”

daichi puts his cap on before running back to your room to give you a goodbye kiss, “hey there, gorgeous.”

“you must be developing the mothers’ super power of finding something quite early,” he chuckles, “or it’s a sign for us to finally do something.”

your cheeks heat up as you swat him away, “SAWAMURA DAICHI!”

he smiles again, taking your hand into his and kissing it. soon, he kneels down, “have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“yo-you don’t have to do that now,” you mumble, trying to make him stand up but looking away when he stubbornly stays in his knees, “you will be late.”

gently, he pulls you down to him and pats your head, “well, I think it’s more important to remind my wife that beauty standards are not consistent and shouldn’t be what she compares herself to.”

you narrow your eyes, “you think that it’s that easy to stop—“

he places a finger on your lips before he continues, “she also should know that she is a whole standard herself and that no one can even compare.”

you, flustered, avert your eyes and look away and he takes as a chance to place another kiss on your cheek, “well! I better going now.”

“good luck,” you say softly with a smile and he laughs.

“I don’t need luck as long as I have you by my side!” he raises his left hand and your name that is engraved on the wedding ring shines.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI:

it was just a day of chilling in your house; your husband has finally gotten a one week break and you both agreed to make all out of it.

so after some discussions, you put all the snacks on the table while he gets the blanket and pillows.

“what movie will watch?” you ask while he sets it up.

“whatever you want.”

“then spinning a wheel we shall do,” you hum while he grumbles.

“y/n, it never lands on something we like.”

you giggle, “that’s the fun of it!” you wrap your arms around his shoulders before kissing his cheek, “we can trash talk it all the more and if you don’t like that then we will spin it again.”

his arms find their way around your waist as the both of you sit down, “then what’s the point?”

“the author wants to add words because this was too short for her liking.”

“what?—“

you cut him off by throwing yourself on him causing him to lay down. he groans but pulls you closer nonetheless, “you’re killing me.”

“good,” you smile and snuggle into his chest even more. you sit for a while cuddling together. soon you speak up.

“omi, kiyoomi, omiomi, oni—“

“what.”

“do I look bad lately?” you question and he looks at you offended as if you had insulted his entire lineage.

his eyebrows furrow and a frown is instantly on his face, “who the hell put that dumb idea into your head?”

“no one— in particular— it’s just seeing how the standards for beauty are nowadays, I don’t exactly fit.”

he sighs and takes a hold of your hand, “I am going to say this as politely as I can,” he takes a deep breath, “fuck society and its beauty standards.”

you snort making him roll his eyes, “I am serious; who said you need to fit?”

“the world, omi.”

he bumps your foreheads together lightly, “well the world is dumb and if you believe it then you will be as dumb as it is.”

a pout graces your face and he press a chaste kiss on your lips, “I will love you til we grow old and wrinkly you loser; I don’t care about the standards they put and you shouldn’t.”

you prepare to punch him but he grabs your fist, but looks away to avoid eye contact; his cheeks are a soft red hue as he speaks, “to me…you’re the epitome of perfection and beauty.”

MIYA ATSUMU:

today, one of the many events atsumu has to attend; you know first hand how much he hates these events, and he doesn’t hesitate to let it be known.

“I would much rather spend my time with ya than a stupid event!” to be exact.

so the solution you found into convincing your husband to go the events is that you would go with him which got you to your current predicament.

“y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

“tsumu, have patience for god’s sake!”

“but I wanna see yaaaaaaaaaaa!”

he huffs and grumbles when he doesn’t get a response, “yer so mean.”

after a couple of minutes (really only one minute but atsumu’s patience is non-existent), he gets up and goes to check up on you.

the moment he opens the door, he is met with a sight he wants engrave in his memory forever. you looked beautiful, ethereal, gorgeous, and absolutely stunning to the point he is starting to feel hesitant about letting others see you like this.

they don’t deserve to see such heavenly beauty, he grumbles in his head. not like he does, but oh well some are just privileged. privileged as hell in his case.

“Y/N YA LOOK SO GORGEOUS! BEAUTIFUL! PRETTY! OH MY GOD HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY?!”

you giggle softly but soon start fiddling with your fingers, “you sure? I feel like I don’t exactly look that good.”

“why?” he visibly deflates, and pouts before waddling towards you. he hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, “ya look so pretty, ya always do.”

“i don’t exactly meet the standards of the world nowadays.”

he smiles softly, “do ya want to know something?”

you hum and he interlocks your fingers together.

“everyday, I think about how out my league you are,” he starts, “ya always look so gorgeous and are so beautiful, not to mention your amazing personality.”

a smile makes its way to your face and he chuckle, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I also love yer cute little butt,” he cheekily says while squeezing it making you squeal.

“‘tsumu, we have an event we need to go to!”

“hmmm, I think we can just be fashionably late for tonight.”

OIKAWA TOORU:

“y/n, baby, angel, pretty, gorgeous, can you please come to bed!” your husband whines from the bed while you sit on your desk doing god knows what.

“baby, please I need to have you in my arms or I will die!”

you sigh, “tooru, stop the dramatics; I will be with you soon, bubs.”

he pouts before basically screaming in mini-caps, “YOUR HANDSOME HUSBAND WILL REALLY APPRECIATE HAVING HIS PRETTY WIFE IN HIS ARMS RIGHT NOW!”

soon, you throw an almost-empty pack of tissues on his stomach making him groan, “I said I will be with you soon, you baby.”

he gets up, a cute frown gracing his lips as he stands behind you, “y/n! it’s not nice to hit your husband with a tissue pack!”

“and it’s not nice to keep bugging your wife, pretty boy.”

“I-well-,” he splutters before crossing his arms and looking away. from the corner of your eye, you can see an adorable red hue adorning his cheeks.

“I still make you nervous, tooru?” you tease while he huffs a small ‘hush’.

he gets another chair and sits beside you, “ignoring me, what’s keeping you up, pretty?”

he takes a hold of your hand and rubs his thumb over it before kissing the back of your hand.

“just thinking about how I look…”

“how perfect you look?” he teases lightly, putting a strand of stray hair behind your ear.

“no, you loser,” you say chuckling sadly, “I don’t exactly fit with the beauty standards and stuff; I don’t feel that pretty sometimes.”

“hm, that certainly is a pickle,” he hums thoughtfully, “but it’s okay to feel that way, even I feel like that.”

“the world-known hot-shot argentinian setter doesn’t sit the beauty standards?” you deadpan.

he nudges you with his elbow, “yes even the hot-shot setter, but I just want you to know that no one can always fit these standards, even me.”

“in fact, if you ask me,” he says standing up and pulling you in front of the mirror, “I think you’re the most irresistible, charming and alluring person I have ever laid my eyes on.”

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90skiyoomi · 2 years

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priceless

rich!sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader

sakusa kiyoomi, one of the wealthiest man, and his most prized possession.

fluff

a/n: no proofreading. i finishing writing this at 5:54am and i'm exhausted so i'm pretty sure it's quite messy but i hope you enjoy this!

sakusa kiyoomi isn't the kind of person to flaunt his wealth but from the way he dresses himself, and the way he does things, even the smallest thing like walking, you know that man is wealthy.

he isn't much of a spender when it comes to himself. he has, however, indulged in spending millions on a nice penthouse right in the middle of the bustling nyc. he owns one fancy matte black lamborghini but that's about how far he would go to spending on himself. maybe a few nice suits here and there for formal parties that his parents basically dragged him to, and galas to raise funds for charities, you won't see sakusa spending a lot.

unless it comes to you.

how you both met still astounds him (and you) till this day. you remember working at a small local cafe near your university to make some extra cash as allowance as you didn't want to burden your parents more financially, not after they paid for your degree fully with their hard earned money.

it's not like your family was poor. in fact, your parents make a decent amount of money to feed all the children in the house, having plenty of extra money laying around. but being the oldest, you've grown to be more independent than the rest of your siblings, lessening the burden on your parents whenever you can.

it was just a normal day at the cafe. as you wipe down the round wooden table and clearing all the cups that was left by the people that were just sitting here, you heard the bell ringing, signaling that a customer had just walked in.

"hi, welcome to cafe du monde," you greeted the tall man.

he must have been at least 6'2, you thought to yourself, as a shadow casted in front of you when he walked towards the counter.

you quickly took the basket with all the dirty cups behind the counter, washed your hands with soap and drying it with the paper towel nearby before making your way to the counter to take his order.

"one cafe au lait and a butter croissant please," his voice ringed in your ears.

you keyed in his order into the POS system.

"that would be $7. how would you like to pay?"

"by credit card," he chimed monotonously, handing you a centurion american express card.

you swiped his card and you handed him his card and a receipt.

"take a seat. i will bring your order over to you once it's ready!" you said, in your best "customer service" voice.

he nodded and walked to the furthest and quietest corner of the cafe.

you watched amusingly as this tall figure made his way to his seat, mentally slapping yourself for gawking at him like his your next meal before preparing his order.

you handed his coffee and pastry and he returned a quiet thank you, before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

little did you know, he was texting his cousin, komori, about this petite waitress (an exaggeration because has he seen how he towers over basically everything) that just served him and how he was internally freaking out, and how his heart skipped a beat when you accidentally brushed your finger against him when you pass him back his card.

and your smile.

what was this feeling? he thought.

sakusa was not only good-looking, he was so filthy rich that he had girls swarming him at every event he's been to. we're talking about girls that were so pretty that they could be runway models. so why did a regular waitress at a small local cafe managed to make him feel this way?

he was so lost in his thoughts that he lost track of time, not noticing how late it was. he finish the last sip of his coffee and made his way out, not forgetting to slip his number to you over the counter with a cheesy "hi, i think you're really pretty."

you ended your shift shortly after and decided to text him. i mean, a handsome man that seemed like he was molded by god himself gave you his number. it's as if you have just sturck the lottery, you thought.

"hey stranger"

sent.

you facepalmed yourself and cringed at the message that you just sent to him.

"hey you" your phone chimed a few seconds after.

that was the start of many conversations you both shared.

life works in a very funny way because 5 years later, the both of you were celebrating your 4th year anniversary.

remember how sakusa doesn't flaunt his wealth or even spend too much on himself?

throughout your entire relationship with him, you can count the amount of times you actually paid for things with just both your hands.

the number of times where he sneaks your wallet out of your already packed bag and place it somewhere high at the shared apartment (more like his apartment) so that he could pay for you because "you can't seemed to find your wallet anywhere"

the number of times where he basically dragged you into balenciaga and prada because "he wanted to check out some new collections" only for him to pick things out specifically and specifically for you.

the number of times where you tried to sneakily pay for the meal while he's in the washroom freshening himself up, only to find out that the bill has already been paid for.

his deceiving stoic look as you know how much of a softie he is when it comes to you.

he treats you with so much care, throwing some banters here and there as he teases you about how you should just be his personal housewife and go shopping with the sub-card that he gave you 1 year into your relationship and let him be the one working. you always laugh at his comment, saying how you can't just throw away your degree just so he can have an excuse to spend more money on you.

you can't say that you hate that he's pampering you this way, because you knew his love language was gift giving. it's just that you want to be able to pamper him too with your hard earned money (which you do, whenever you can).

"happy 4th year anniversary, baby" he coos, as he cut another piece of A5 miyazaki wagyu steak in a restaurant that he fully booked so that the both of you can enjoy your evening together.

"happy 4th anniversary, omi" you smiled.

sakusa kiyoomi doesn't flaunt his wealth but you were his prized possession.

and he would trade anything to be with you over and over again.

and he would do anything to be able to flaunt you to the whole world

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bokubear · 2 years

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THE HQ BOYS WHEN YOUR FEET HURT

featuring ; ( timeskip ! ) atsumu miya + akaashi keiji + sakusa kiyoomi + ushijima wakatoshi + oikawa toru

warnings ; blistering, drinking, tooth-rutting fluff

notes ; wore heels to an event, this thought came to mind driving home … i cried

ATSUMU was more than ready to leave this place. the many lights and cameras flashing in all directions made him effortlessly dizzy, and with that dizziness he couldn’t focus on just how gorgeous you were. but honestly, in that dress that hugged you so perfectly you could make anyone drop to the floor at your command felt so unfair. he was genuinely in awe, fully taking in your power. however, signing countless autographs with an already cramped hand and interviews asking the same nosy questions left an exhausted miya in their dust. so the moment he got note of your agreement to leave, he took the chance with haste. “can you make the trip ?” he giggled, eyeing your hobbling form with amusement. you were not having it, making this situation all the more entertaining to him. “shut up tsum…. my feet hurt so bad..” you whined, nearly stumbling into him and right onto the parking lot pavement until he caught you. the setters brows knit worriedly, pulling the tote bag from your shoulders. “well you should’ve just told me baby.” he huffed, bending over to ease your way on his back as a comfy piggy back ride. “what’re you doing ?” you motioned, apparently confused. “hop on sweetheart, i’m being nice.” this caused your face to break into laughter. “such a gentleman.”

AKAASHI had recently been researching different hiking trails to explore. no, he wasn’t a outdoor person but it was boring in the house and he wasn’t going to waste his day with you doing nothing—so instead, he resorted to hiking. yet it appeared he overestimated the length of this trail in particular, pacing himself to make it to the turn-around point. “k..keiji..” you choked out in hurried gasps, causing the editor to glance behind at you and notice your frazzled state. “do you need a break love ?” he eased, holding out a prepared water bottle for you. “i need a car.” you weakly replied, head leering back. “we can turn around here.” he added, brows rising curiously at your once full bottle being handed back in only a few seconds. “please.” and so. well, maybe keiji was overestimating the intensity after all, because your loud heaving allowed the poor decision to sink in further. “do you need a ride ?” he brought up carefully, your head shooting upwards so quickly it became difficult to contain his laughter. “what ? ride ? where ?” — “here.” the raven-head beckoned to himself expectantly. “aw thanks baby.” you sheepishly smiled at his consideration, not wasting the opportunity. nonetheless, halfway down the path back you’d fallen asleep, cheek smudged a giant his shoulder. adorable. “hold on a little longer, we’re almost there dear.”

SAKUSA, only for you, allowed more “intimate contact.” that “intimate contact” despite your assumption consisted massages or perhaps hugs even. a common misconception. you see, you’d attended his practice the day before, underestimating the constant movement of the players bustling from position to position. now laying in bed the morning after, getting up proved a harder obstacle than before. whilst kiyoomi easily rose, preparing breakfast in the kitchen with his soft humming vibrating into your shared bedroom. “kiyoommiii—“ you dragged out, flayed on the bed unhappily. it was impossible, you absolutely could not get out of bed. “what is it ?” he stood by the doorway, observing your dilemma. looking just as breathtaking as always with his messy black curls dancing to his steps. “.. can you massage my feet ?” hesitantly sinking into the sheets you didn’t dare to peek out. unbeknownst to you, the feeling of cold hands rubbing your aching feet stirred your frame. “where does it hurt ?” he narrowed his eyes, brows knitting with concentration. you anticipated a hard ‘no’ and for him to disappear, his willingly loving gestures causing your chest to squeeze with affection. your lack of reply was answered with a soft tap on your leg from the outside. “tell me where it hurts, i’ll be gentle, just tell me when to stop.” this soft side to sakusa was too sweet to handle.

USHIJIMA insisted upon joining you for drinks with a few drinks. he knew this was marking a long time since seeing your work-friends and your drinking intentions would fly out of the window quickly. with this in mind, he quietly sat beside you like an obedient puppy awaiting his cue. the mentioned ‘cue’ being when you began talking nonsense, leaning towards ushijima in a dazed manner. he was easily adjusted to these antics, good thing his presence was present. “and i thought, ‘toshi, you’re saying this to me ?’” the table ‘awwwed’ at your story referring his morning kisses and soft words he awoke you with, ushijima’s face hearing up progressively. “alright, thank you for tonight everyone, i’ll be taking her back now.” he bowed politely, at that moment your reddened heel catching his gaze. the blister forming had gone unnoticed before, but the discovery fueled him to be extra tedious. lightly lifting you bridal style in his arms, he proceeded to carry you to the car—continuously hushing your babbles with small cheek kisses. the ‘morning kisses and soft words’ portion of the earlier story repeated itself the next morning. uninvited but definitely not disliked. the best part being his husky morning voice, heart fluttering.

OIKAWA felt thrilled to dance with you, the multicolored leds casting an authentic glow that lit up the argentine dance floor in a versions array of color. the entire feeling was ethereal. tipsy, but morally more drunk in love than alcohol. your body in his arms with fluid movement left him speechless. ethereal was a good word for it. too wasted to stay any later, his phone screen flashing furiously with a bright 2:48AM told him plenty. fumbling to the taxi, his attention became snagged when you weight fell to the ground, his focus trained fully on you. “are you okay ? babe ? !” he shrieked, wooden orbs filled with panic. “yeah toru .. i think i rolled my ankle.” you lips puckered unrealistically, drenched in the stench of alcohol. “okay okay okay let’s see..” he spoke to himself worriedly, hauling you in a child-like position to lift you up, all the way to the awaiting taxi. “i got you i got you ..” he frantically reminded, the aftermath resulting in a wiped out oikawa spooned in your chest. and from the moment he pried an eye open he was tending to your every need, convinced you were dying. it was quite relaxing actually.

-maak

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jjeulip · 1 year

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"I love space, and I wish someone would play 'space song' at my funeral when I'm dead." sakusa looks at you from his book. "Why would you say that?" His eyebrows furrowed at you. "Just because.." You look outside the window as you rest your chin on your hand. "That's my favorite song, y'know," you said with a faint smile drawing on your lips. Sakusa hums. "Yeah, I know ___"

At the outside of the window, you can see leaves falling from the tree because summer is almost starting. The sudden summer breeze from the north made the curtain move back to the front. "I wonder what's outside there," sakusa looks at you again. "Well, if you want to walk outside, we can do that," he said.

"No, not that outside," you shake your head. "I mean that outside," you said as you pointed to a clear light blue sky, with little to no clouds in it. A brief outline of the moon can be seen even if it's a daytime. Sakusa put down his book on the table. His white school shirt is wrinkled, and his necktie is loosely hanging around his shirt. He fixs his collar, standing up from his place, grabbing his book on his right hand, and he extends his left hand to you. You look at him, dumbfounded.

"Then we're going on a moonwalk," he said.

And you gladly took his hand with a simle on your face. "Ok." You indeed wanted someone to open the space song at your funeral.

©jjeulip

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You’re A Mean One | K. Sakusa ~ the one where he wasn’t into the Christmas spirit

➤ pairing: husband!sakusa kiyoomi x mom!reader w/ daughter Kami

➤ mentions of: a tiny bit of angst bc sakusa is a grumpy man, fluff/comfort

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Growing up, the holidays was something you and your family cherished together. It made you want to continue that tradition with your own family when the time came.

And that time is finally around after your five year old daughter, Sakusa Kami was old enough to want to participate in being festive this year.

Your little doppelgänger nearly jumped out of her seat during breakfast when you told her that you and your husband, Sakusa Kiyoomi will be taking her out to find a christmas tree.

So here you all are, outside in the snow looking for the perfect tree that you swore to your daughter that she would get to choose. “Mama! Do they come with the snow?” Kami called to you as she stopped in front of one of many trees.

“No, baby. The snow will melt off when we bring it home,” you smiled at her.

“And it’ll cause more of a mess that it will already do…”

Ah… You forgot that your husband wasn’t too fond of the idea of getting a real tree so he’s been in a mood. He uses the excuse that he wasn’t too into the holiday spirit growing up due to how busy he was with volleyball but…it didn’t hurt for him to at least try.

“Honey, can you not please?” you murmur to him so your daughter doesn’t hear, “She’s excited.”

Sakusa sighs as he shoves his gloved hands into his jacket. “I know,” he says, “But we could’ve easily gotten a fake one that wouldn’t make a mess in the house.”

You pierce your lips in a tight line to keep yourself from snapping at him. It irritated you how much he was in a negative mood especially when he was the one who agreed to look for a real tree. So you just opted to not say anything else and watch your daughter happily run around the lot of trees to choose.

“What ‘bout this one,” Kami pointed towards a rather…dead looking tree.

“It’s dead, Kami,” Sakusa said straight out.

“Babe!”

Kami pouted slightly as she looked at the tree. Even though it was dead, he didn’t have to bluntly point it out. “If we get that tree we won’t be able to put all your pretty ornaments you made for me and papa. Try looking for a greener one,” you encouraged her.

She nodded with a small pout on her face and continued to walk ahead of you and Sakusa. Once you see she’s far enough away from you guys, you look at Sakusa with a pleasing look.

“Why did you agree to this if you’re just going to ruin the experience for her?” you ask.

“The experience of looking for a tree?” he rolls his eyes. “Baby, this will be too much work to maintain and I’m not going to be the one to clean all that mess up.”

You took a deep breathe to prevent yourself from yelling at him in public and in front of your daughter. “I get that but you agreed to this so please keep it at a minimum,” you pleaded at him.

“Fine,” he mumbled.

It was quiet for a moment as the three of you continued to look for a tree but Kami just couldn’t find the perfect one. Just like you when you were little, she wanted to find the most festive looking tree just like the ones she sees in the movies.

After about 20 minutes of looking around, the three of you rounded a corner into the next aisle of trees and finally you heard a happy squeal.

“Mama! Papa! Look!” she pointed with a happy smile towards a green and full tree. The pine tree was so full that you could barely see through the branches so it was perfect to your eyes and your daughters.

But that happy moment didn’t last forever the moment you heard a scoff beside you. “No. Absolutely not. Do you realize how many bugs might be hiding in there. I’d rather you pick the dead tree than this,” he grumbles as he looks at you.

“Kiyoomi!” you snap. But before you could scold your husband you hear some sniffles. You and Kiyoomi nearly break your necks hearing the familiar sniffles coming from Kami. “Baby… Don’t cry…,” you pleaded.

Fat tears. All of the fat tears she could muster spilled out of her eyes. Kiyoomi’s dad instincts kicked in and went straight to comfort her but she shook her head with her hands out in front of her.

“You’re so mean, Papa!” she cries, almost making you want to cry, “Yur’ a grinch!”

Kiyoomi’s heart throbbed hearing Kami’s cries. He knew what she meant by being called a grinch. He watched to American movie with her for the first time a few weeks ago and it made it feel guilty.

“Hey, princess,” he said in a comforting tone as he slowly walked up to her again, “I didn’t mean it-,”

“NO!” she screamed. You knew she was on the verge of throwing a tantrum in public so you walked passed your husband to pick up your daughter who immediately wrapped her arms around your neck and legs around your torso.

“Shhhh, Kami it’s okay,” you comforted in a hushed tone as you rubbed her back. You turned back around with anger in your eyes as you looked at Kiyoomi. “Let’s just go home,” you said which only made Kami cry harder and Kiyoomi feel even worse.

“Baby-,” he pleaded, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“What else did you mean, Kiyoomi,” you snapped, “I ignored your ignorance while we were dating and before we had Kami but I’m tired of it.”

You then walked away from him towards the car as you tried to calm your crying daughter down. Sakusa was left in the aisle by himself standing in a pool of guilt covered snow.

Yes, he wasn’t looking forward to the mess and possible bugs a real tree would bring into the house but he knew it wasn’t right to let it get to his head. He felt even worse knowing that you sucked up his grinch like personality all these years and continued to have the holiday spirit so he walked behind you towards the car in silence.

The car ride and the rest of the day going into the night was quiet in the house. Kami calmed down during the drive back home because she ended up crying herself to sleep. She needed to get her nap in anyways so you were kind of relieved but it still made you sad that Kiyoomi didn’t even want to mask how much he didn’t want a damn tree.

So you ignored him throughout the day. You couldn’t even look at him either so you stayed with Kami in her room as she slept and left him to sit in guilt.

Kiyoomi stared at the ceiling in the living room in silence as he tried thinking of ways to make up for his grinch behavior but he knew a simple sorry wasn’t going to cut it. He stressfully rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands with a groan before looking at the time.

3:14 pm; he needed to go to practice soon but he didn’t want to leave you guys like that after what happened. So, he had an idea.

You didn’t realize that you fell asleep till you woke up with something poking your cheek. You hummed in question as you look over to your right and see your daughter with the same pout on her face.

“Hi, baby,” you smiled at her as your cupped her swollen cheek. She looks like Kiyoomi when she wakes up from her sleep, you thought. “Are you feeling better?” you ask.

She shook her head no and laid down on top of you. You could only say so much to console a child so you physically comforted her which seemed like something she wanted anyway.

You looked out her window to see that it wasn’t snowing anymore but it still stuck to the ground so you thought that maybe going to the park to play in the snow would lift her spirits. “Why don’t we go to the park? We can build a snowman,” you kissed her head.

Kami lifted her head with her sweet smile finally on her face with a nod. So you tell her to get ready while you left her room to let Kiyoomi know but he wasn’t home.

“Asshole left without saying anything,” you mumbled to yourself. You assumed that he went to practice since he doesn’t like driving in the snow too much so you brushed it off and got ready yourself.

After you and Kami got ready, you both left to house to walk to the park. Being there seemed to lift her spirits even more as she made snow family and snow angels. Kami also enjoyed you throwing into a pile of snow which what Kiyoomi would do in the backyard.

About an hour or so went by and it was starting to get colder so you and Kami decided to walk back home hand in hand. Kami kept giggling as she heard the crunch of her footsteps against the snow. You were lost in thought as you guys came up to the house to lost to notice that Kiyoomi’s car was in the driveway.

“Papa’s home!” Kami called out.

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion because he wasn’t gone as long as he usually is for practice. You brought your keys out to unlock the door and immediately went into shock.

Kami squealed in excitement as you were too stunned to speak. The whole inside of the house was covered in Christmas decorations galore. You almost couldn’t see your furniture because of how much lights and other decor was taking up every crevice in the house. And as if your daughter couldn’t scream any louder, there it was…the exact tree she pointed at earlier.

“Mama! It’s the tree!” Kami screamed as she ran towards the decorated plant as you remained at the front door too stunned to speak. Kami was too busy eye boggling the tree that was covered in the ornaments she made at preschool to notice how quiet you are.

“I had the team help me get it done,” a soothing voice said to you.

You looked over at Kiyoomi who you assumed came from the shower due to his wet curls. “Why,” you ask out of disbelief.

“Well,” he nervously laughs, “Hearing that your daughter called you a grinch is a good wake up call. And I found a cheap blanket to put the tree on top of to catch any of the dirt. I’m sorry about today… It was uncalled for…”

You couldn’t help but look at him in admiration despite how much you want to be mad at him. You couldn’t help it. You have seen you’re home decorated like this since you moved out of your parents house so many years ago. It felt like you were home again.

“Baby?” Kiyoomi calls to you due to your silence.

You instantly smile at him almost wanting to cry on the spot due to how happy you are. “It was uncalled for but I love it, ‘Omi,” you said to him.

You can see the stress leave his body as he let out a sigh of relief. It made you laugh a little bit seeing how hung over he was over the incident earlier. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders to put you into a tight hug. “Thank god,” he murmured into your head.

“Don’t get too relieved, my love. You still have your daughter to say sorry too,” you giggle.

“Ah…,” he smiled as he turned around to look at Kami who was still mesmerized by the tree with you still in his arms, “How does it look, princess?”

Kami turned around with her pretty smile — your smile, he thought. “It’s pwetty, Papa!” she said happily as she ran into his arms, “I love it so much!”

“Good,” he kissed her cheek, “Am I still a grinch?”

Kami giggled and shook her head no. “No more Grinch, papa. Pinky promise?” she held out her tiny pinky.

“Pinky promise,” he smiled as he locked his pinky with hers, “Now go get undressed, we’re having a movie night.”

Kami ran out of Kiyoomi’s arms with happiness radiating off of her. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. You swear your cheeks were going to fall off.

“Hey…,” Kiyoomi whispered to you. You looked up at him with a soft smile silently answering him. “Look up,” he said as he pointed up wit his eyes.

You looked at him in question then up towards the ceiling to see a mistletoe attacked to the doorframe. Your cheeks flushed in red because even after all these years of being with him, you e never kissed Omi under a mistletoe. Kiyoomi smiled softly as he gently cupped your cheeks in his warm palms.

“I love you, Y/n,” he whispered against your lips before pressing a loving kiss on your lips.

You smiled into the kiss and even as he pulled away. “I love you too, Omi,” you said before he leaned his head down to give you another but longer kiss

“YUCK!!!” Kami gagged in the background.

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Ours

wrote this on a bad day, reader is sad, petnames, soft sakusa, not proofread im sorry

"What's wrong with you?"

You look up to Sakusa to see his curious but concern eyes. In normal days, you'd have him cuddling you on couch or just have some playful banter with him, however today's been your last straw for everything. You weakly shake your head to immediately dismiss the conversation you know where is going, but unfortunately fortunately, this guy's as stubborn as he is on the court.

"You've been frowning since I got home. Are you mad at me?" As if telling that to himself, he stiffens and feels a flow of panic rush into him, and it doesn't go unnoticed. His eyes widens a little, a little pout in his lips that you want to kiss. You want to laugh at him for being so adorable, but you don't have the energy to do so. Instead, you feel yourself breaking.

"No- no, omi. I'm just.." Your voice weakening, faltering. With a sigh, you drop your head to your hands and rest your elbows on your knees, covering your face, like it's so heavy to carry. You've been so vulnerable tonight that you can't hide from him anymore. You can feel your eyes stinging with tears and you want it to stop so bad, but the crystals flow out of your orbs faster than you can react.

Kiyoomi, seeing it as glistening as the reflection of the moon on the sea, gets up from his seat to kneel in front of you. Because yes, he'd get on his knees if it's you, to catch you, like how he passionately digs for the ball to save it, like how he wants to always save you.

"Hey.." He softly whispers as he reaches for your head to caress your hair. "What's wrong, love?" He says it so soothingly that it forces out a sob from you. Sakusa bites his lower lip to endure the strong pang of hurt inside his chest after seeing you in this condition. He feels like crying too.

Of course, Sakusa knows. He's always been attentively watching you, but he doesn't say a word, not until it's you who brings it up. He wants you to be the one who opens up, to be ready. He doesn't want to force you and make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

He always notices the way you stare off at absolutely nowhere. He sometimes wants to flick the frown between your eyebrows and kiss it after. He sublty gives you extra food and snacks to make sure you're eating well. He just wants you to be okay, to feel fine.

He carefully grabs both of your wrists to see your face. He kisses your knuckles while he tenderly moves his fingers on the back of your hand. He waits patiently, giving you affirmations and praises on how strong you are, that he's proud of you, and that he'll always be with you.

When you're ready, you try to speak. Your lips quivering, your voice shaking, your eyes blurry, your breathing unstable, your face wet, yet he's there – in front of you, looking so enamored and lovesick. You can't help but lightly and playfully slap his shoulder

"Tell me our problem, love. I'm here. I'm listening, always."

"I don't want to bother you or be a burden, omi. I'm sorry for not telling you." Your eyes glowing with tears and you suddenly pout?? Sakusa just can't help himself but to press his lips against yours.

Our problem, because even if it has nothing to do with him, even if it's something you keep to yourself, it's his. Your problems are his, his problems are yours.

"You don't bother me. You never burden me. Please refrain from those thoughts because I'll always be with you, love. Whatever it is. You're not alone in this, alright? Let me help you. Let me be with you. This problem isn't yours to carry alone. It's ours."

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aureoaerosmith · 1 year

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Monsoon Tears

A Kiyoomi Sakusa Fanfiction

Reblogs are appreciated

Part 1

Y/N's heart pounds as she stares at the positive result on the pregnancy test. She has been expecting her period for days, and now, seeing the confirmation of her suspicions, she doesn't know what to do next. She wants to share the news with Sakusa Kiyoomi, but the thought of his reaction makes her anxious.

As soon as Sakusa returns home, she summons the courage to tell him. "Kiyoomi," she says softly, her voice trembling, "I'm pregnant."

For a moment, Sakusa is silent, but then he wraps his arms around her and holds her close. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice filled with emotion. Y/N looks up at him in surprise, and he continues, "I've always wanted a family with you."

Y/N's heart swells with happiness and relief. She knows that Sakusa isn't one to show his feelings openly, but his actions speak louder than words. He takes care of her like never before, ensuring that she eats healthy meals and gets enough rest. He even rearranges his schedule so that he can accompany her to her doctor's appointments.

The season is spring. The Quarter where Sakusa and Y/N lives has a garden adjacent to it. The flowers in the garden are blooming with vibrant colors of pink, yellow, purple, and white. Y/N and Sakusa often take walks in the garden, admiring the beauty and tranquility it offers.

Y/N shares her future plans with Sakusa, like choosing names, which room they should decorate for the baby, hoping for a brave, kind, beautiful, and healthy child. Sakusa doesn't say much, but he smiles, his love and devotion for Y/N evident in his eyes.

Part 2

The monsoon season had arrived, and the sky outside was overcast with dark, ominous clouds. The air was thick with the smell of wet earth, and the sound of raindrops tapping against the window filled the room. Y/N had been feeling uneasy for a few days, the humid weather taking its toll on her body. She was tired and had been experiencing mild cramps, but she didn't want to worry Sakusa, so she kept quiet.However, one morning, as she wakes up, Y/N suddenly feels a sharp pain in her abdomen and faints.

Sakusa goes to their bedroom to check on Y/N and finds her lying unconscious on the bed. He quickly picks her up and rushes her to the hospital. The doctors take her to a private room, and Sakusa calls their parents to inform them about the situation.

The hospital room was stark white, and the smell of disinfectant was overwhelming. Y/N struggled to sit up, but her body felt heavy and weak. She looked around, trying to make sense of what had happened.

Then, the doctor gave her the devastating news that Y/N had suffered a miscarriage. Her heart shattered into a million pieces. All her hopes and dreams for their future as a family were shattered in an instant.

As she lay on the hospital bed, tears streaming down her face, Sakusa sat beside her, holding her hand tightly. He didn't say anything, but his actions spoke volumes. He stroked her hair, wiped her tears, and held her close. The sound of rain pattering against the window provided a soothing backdrop to their grief.

The doctor came in and checked on Y/N, explaining the procedure for the next few hours. He also gave her some medication to help with the pain.

As the doctor left, Y/N turned to Sakusa, her eyes searching his face. "Why did this happen to us?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did I do something wrong?"

Sakusa squeezed her hand and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "No, you didn't do anything wrong."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat. "I feel like I failed you, Kiyoomi. I couldn't give you the family you wanted."

Sakusa's grip on her hand tightened. "Y/N, you didn't fail me."

Y/N clung to him, her body shaking with sobs. "I'm sorry," she said between sobs. "I'm so sorry."

Sakusa rubs her back soothingly. "I want a family with you, Y/N, but we can always try again."

The sound of the rain is the only thing that breaks the silence in the hospital room. The sky is overcast with heavy, gray clouds. The smell of the rain permeates the air, refreshing and cleansing. The drops hit the windowpane, creating a soothing rhythm.

Sakusa rubs Y/N's back soothingly as she sobs softly. He feels a pang of sadness and guilt in his chest. He looks outside, lost in thought, as the rain intensifies. The water droplets cascade down the window, distorting the view outside.

They stay there for a while, holding each other, trying to process their grief. It's a difficult moment for them, but they know they have each other's support to get through it. The doctor gives Y/N some pain killers and sleeping pills. So, she's soon asleep.

Sakusa has always been a private person, never opening up much to anyone, not even to Y/N. He knows that it's something that he needs to work on, but it's hard to let his guard down, especially in moments of vulnerability.

As he sits by Y/N's side, he can't help but feel a sense of guilt. He has always wanted to be a father, to have a family of his own, but he knows that his work has taken up most of his time and energy. He wonders if he has been too focused on his career, too selfish to realize what is truly important.

As he looks at Y/N, he can't help but feel grateful to have her by his side. He knows that they can always try again for a family, but he can't shake off the feeling of doubt and uncertainty. He wonders if they're ready for another heartbreak.

He looks back outside, and the rain has reduced to a drizzle now. The clouds still cover the sky, but he knows that the storm will pass, just like how their grief will eventually fade away.

He leans back in his chair, closing his eyes, and taking a deep breath. He feels the weight of the world on his shoulders, but he knows that he can't let it consume him. He has to be strong for Y/N, to be her support and her comfort. He knows that it won't be easy, but he's willing to try.

Note from the Author: Just so you know, that pic isn't mine! The fanfiction is actually the result of me feeding my wacky ideas to ChatGPT and seeing what it came up with. Thanks for checking it out, though!!!

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Being MSBY's Manager

Relationship Troubles with Sakusa

Sakusa Kiyoomi featuring MSBY x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing (mom drops the f bomb alot 😅 we shall call it a "sentence enhancer" 💅🏼), Sakusa being an absolute ass, major angst to fluff, Sakusa is toxic but I'm making him work on himself 🥰, suggestive ending

A/N: I 💙 emotional pain 🥲 so let's do Sakusa! A big shout out to Gen Z anon for helping me with the ending 😘

Ope 😶

I think we are about to really feel this one

Sakusa can be a little... brash

He's a Pisces/Aries cusp- two very emotional signs

And I totally see him being a "tell it like it is" type character

So being his partner might be kind of tough

I do think this man loves just as hard as Bokuto and Atsumu- but he definitely needs time to himself

I mean we all do- self 👏🏻 care 👏🏻

So let's get into this heartbreak shall we 🙃

First off, you met him at some random place ✋🏻

Sakusa probably isn't the type to date online

But 👀 hear me out

You are in the laundromat doing your laundry

You had just graduated and moved to a new city

Your ex boyfriend, a complete POS, had found you clingy and annoying

Spoiler alert: you aren't, men just suck 😒

He had cheated on you numerous times because he said you were "too needy and not giving enough in return" 🙄

Can we all say Toxic?

Your friends told you it wasn't true and you knew it wasn't

But your past relationship had really affected you

So you decided to start anew in a brand new city 🙌🏻

Honestly goals!

You have a load going and decide to clean out the lint traps of some of the dryers

I mean 1) it's a fire hazard 2) it's just a nice thing to do 🤗

And that's our sweet bby YN

A gorgeous, sweet, caring woman who always wants to help

While you're throwing the lint away, you see a tall man, wearing a mask watching you

He has gorgeous dark curly hair and dark eyes

And his dark eyes lock on yours

You gulp and blush because like, someone's watching you AND he's hot 🥵

Being Sakusa he walks up to you

"What are you doing?"- Sakusa

You 👉🏻 👁👄👁 huh-

"Why are you cleaning the lint traps out? That's not your job"- Sakusa

Ok then- forward much?

"Oh I- I uh like to do nice things. And you never know, it could make someone's life a little easier"- you smiling up at the tall man

He totally just narrows his eyes at you- and turns to leave

Ok then 😐

You turn and walk back to your clothes, moving them from the washer to the dryer

You proceed to wipe down the washer you used with a sanitizing wipe

Again, we are in a pandemic and it's just nice to do!

Sakusa gets up, approaching you again

"Now what are you doing?"- he questions, looming over you

You look up at him, eyes widening 😳

"Uh I'm wiping down the washer I used"- you answering the question

"I didn't know people did that"- Sakusa looking at you

"Well most don't but it just seems hygienic to me. Like common sense I guess"-you shrug

"Mind if I have some of those wipes"- Sakusa asks, mouth still covered by his mask

"Of course! Help yourself"- you hand them to him as you turn to continue your crusade

Sakusa is intrigued by you

An absolutely stunning women doing laundry alone in the laundry mat

Yet you take time out of you day to help others 💙

When your laundry is dry, you take it out and begin to fold it

"Why are you doing laundry in a laundromat alone? Isn't that dangerous?"- Sakusa blurts out, still watching you

"Umm well I don't think it's any more dangerous than walking thought a convince store. I mean there is cameras. Plus I start a new job tomorrow and I need clean clothes"- you say, shrugging as you fold your leggings, putting them in the basket

"Yeah but still anything could happen. I mean you are a stunning women"- Sakusa

Honestly fire signs are way to blunt for our own good

It enters our brain and comes right out our mouths 🙃

"Well thank you, you are a very good looking man as well"- You, winking 😉 at Sakusa

Please this makes him smile behind his mask 😫😫😫

You pack up your clothing and turn to face Sakusa

"Well it was nice meeting you-"

"Sakusa- Sakusa Kiyoomi"

"Kiyoomi, I'm LN YN!! Good luck with your laundry"- you say smiling as you walk out of the laundrymat

Smooth YN, Smooth 😏

Sakusa debates for a few minutes if he should go ask for your number

He ultimately decides not too

But believe me when I say he kicks himself over and over again for not doing it

However, lucky for him, I'm writing this 🙌🏻

And in my world, we grant 🎆 second changes 🎆

Which is EXACTLY what happens 🤩

Sakusa walks into training the next morning tired

He was beating himself up last night for not asking you for your number

He may of thought of a plan or two to try and find you again

Which included swinging by the laundromat daily to check for you

And/or leaving a note on the laundromat bulletin board addressed to you

He thought about it as he stepped into the locker room, hearing Atsumu talking

God it was too early for that 😒

"Did you guys see the new manager? She's hot as hell!"- Atsumu

"Don't even think about it Sumu, Captain already said she's off limits"- Barnes said laughing from his locker

"Hey a man can dream right Omi?"- Atsumu says as Sakusa set his gear down

"Dream big Sumu"- Sakusa said as Bokuto and Hinata came leaping into the locker room

"New manager day!"- Bokuto shouted

"Please take it easy on this one Bo. We'd like to keep her for more than a week"- Inunaki said walking out into the gym

Sakusa changed and made his way out to the gym

He say Meian talking to a women who was facing away from the team

Her hair streamed down her back as she looked up and laughed at something Meian had said

The men lined up as Meian addressed the group, the woman turning around

Holy shit- 😳

Her eyes widened when they met his and he couldn't help but smile

Yn Ln, the weird laundromat girl, was their new manager 😱

The interaction was not missed by Thomas who elbowed Sakusa

"Hey Omi, you know her?"- Thomas probed

"Wait Omi knows that hotty?"- Hinata

Sakusa glared at Hinata as YN approaches him

"Kiyoomi! How nice to see you again. I didn't know you played for MSBY?"- you asked, your smile so bright it almost blinded everyone in the gym

Pure perfection YN 💅🏼

"Yeah, I'm a uh- wing spiker. I didn't know you were a manager?" Sakusa questioned, rubbing the back of his neck

"Yeah I was for my college team! I just graduated a few months ago and this job came up and I figured I'd try for it! I'm so glad we will be working together"- You, so excited and bubbly

"Wow that's awesome"- Sakusa says, smiling down at you

Please all the guys are like 👁👄👁

They've never seem their Omi Omi so happy before

During training, you proved yourself worthy of the title of MSBY's Manager

Practice was ending and Atsumu was still serving

You step under the net and get in position

Everyone watches you in fascination as you get in a receiving position

"Umm- YN what you are doing?"- Meian asks, curious

"Yeah YN, don't you know my serves are deadly"- Atsumu 💅🏼

You just roll you eyes 🙄

"Trust me Atsumu, I'll be fine. Just send it up"- you, getting a perfect receiving stance

The guys all watch you, Sakusa intrigued but also nervous

"Suit yourself YN"- Atsumu says sending up the ball and slamming it into the opposite court

Only it doesn't hit the floor 👀

Because you pulled off a perfect receive, sending it right to where the setter would be

"Holy shit YN that was incredible!"- Hinata shouts as he runs towards you

Sakusas eyes widen and his mouth gapes

Man just fell harder for our Queen 🥰

"I'm betting YN use to play. Libero perhaps?"- Inunaki announced

"You caught me"- you laugh putting your hands up

"That's so cool YN!!! Did you ever make it to nationals??"- Bokuto

"We did, my third year! We were in the top 8 but then got eliminated unfortunately"- you ask smiling at the fond memory

Sakusa walked over to join the team who was now surrounding you

"Atsumu that is one wicked serve you got there"- you, looking at a now sulking Atsumu

"I can't believe you received that"- Sumu said as he looked at you with narrow eyes

You just shrug and smile

"Ok ok- practice is over. Time to get out so YN can do her job"- Meian says, ushering the men to the locker rooms

Sakusa watched you as you went about your duties, taking down the nets and cleaning the floor

It was obvious you were a pro when it came to cleanliness and your job

"God she's even hotter than I imagined she'd be"- Atsumu said, taking off his sweat dampened shirt

Pls at this point I'm writing drabble/hcs and turning it into soft-core smut 🤣

"I wonder if she has a boyfriend"- Hinata

"Nope- she's single"- Meian said interrupting

"And you would know because..."- Thomas

Please Meian is one of those guys you just instantly trust 🤚🏻

I'd spill all my secrets to that man without a second thought

Meian shrugged "she just told me she moved here alone a few months ago. A bad relationship or something"

"Damn well maybe I'll ask her if she's interested in seeing the town"- Atsumu

Before anyone could say anything, Sakusa walks up to Atsumu

Stared him dead in the eyes 😐 and says "stay away from her Miya"

Possessive men am I right 🥵🥵🥵

Please these nosey bitches are like ope- 👀

"Does Omi have a little crush?"- Bokuto

Please Sakusa glares at him and it makes Bokuto so nervous 😅

"Alright alright, Sumu stay away from YN. And Sakusa-" Meian says looking at him

"Don't kill Atsumu"

Please Sakisa grabs his towel, walking to shower saying "I make no promises" ✌🏻

Over the next few weeks, you got accustomed to your job as MSBY's Manager

You learned the quirks of the guys, their likes and dislikes

You realized that Bokuto needs constant praise or you'll be dealing with emo mode

And Bokuto emo mode is the WORST

Please Bokuto laid, face down on the gym floor for 2 hours after practice because he kept getting blocked

You had to drag him across the floor in order to clean said floor 🤣

You also learned a lot about the guys eating habits

You'd often have to set timers to make the guys get off the court to eat

"Ok time for lunch" you announce as Sakusa, Meian, Barnes, Thomas and Inunaki come off the court

"Sumu, Shoyo and Kotaro, I'm talking to you three! Get off now!"- you say, hands on your hips, mom voice radiating

"Make me"- Atsumu

Please, move over Iwaizumi because there's a new sheriff in town 💅🏼

You whip a volleyball straight at Atsumu as it hits him, causing him to fall forward

"Ouch YN"- Sumu

You channeling Dadchi 👇🏻

Please Atsumu practically trips running from the gym

"Geez YN's a bad ass"- Inunaki says as you walk by

You do a hair flip and walk out

Please these boys are SO WHIPPED

Sakusa especially 😏

He would love a partner who can handle themselves and Atsumu

As the weeks continue into the regular season, you start to get more busy

The Adlers and MSBY are scheduled to have a practice match this afternoon and you are so excited 🤗

You are bouncing about, hair in a cute high ponytail as you go about your duties

"YN in leggings is my new favorite view"- Thomas says as the team watches you fill up water bottles in your leggings and MSBY t-shirt

Sakusa glares at Thomas who just smirks back 😏

Please these boys would never infringe on their teammate

But that doesn't mean they can't annoy them a little 🙃

Sakusa would happily admit your outfit is one of the highlights of his day

But then again, everything you do is Sakusa's favorite 😍

Please this man is such a simp for you I CANNOT 🤚🏻

But as much as this man had been crushing on you, he hasn't worked up the nerve to ask you out

Part of him doesn't want to make it awkward if you say no

You'd definitely NEVER decline YN let's be real

But also, Sakusa is a bit self-concious of his social skills

I mean, he knows you're easy to get along with

But like what if you don't find him as charming

Even thought you have numerous conversations during practice 🤔

And you always sit next to him at meetings

And stand next to him on the sidelines 🤨

😐 can it be more obvious that you like this man!?!

He's like 92% sure you like him, still he's nervous

So let's give him a little push shall we 🙃

A push in the form of a certain stoic member from the Adlers 👀

Because you see, I think Sakusa would really be bothered by Ushijima

Like he'd see him as a true rival

So when the Adlers show up for a practice match, and Sakusa sees Ushijima watching his YN

Yes HIS 😤

All bets are off!

Mans will be glaring 😑

At this point, it's clear that Sakusa has a huge crush on you

But also, you only have eyes for Sakusa 😍

Sure Ushi is good looking but Sakusa stole your heart from the first look at the laundromat

Ushijima walks up to you and introduces himself

He's just that type of a guy ok 🤚🏻

"Hello, I'm Ushijima and you must be YN? It's very nice to meet you"- 😐 Ushijima

"Hi!!! Its so awesome to meet you finally!"- you 🤪🤸‍♀️

Sakusa does not like this one bit

Once again, you have zero interest in anyone but Sakusa

Not even Meian has caught your eye

Honestly what is wrong with you YN istg- 😐

Anyways, the teams settle and you begin your work

You notice Sakusa is watching you alot

Particularly when a certain someone is near 👀

"YN might you be able to fill this up for me please?"- Ushijima handing YN his bottle and accidently skimming his hand with yours 👀

Ohhh Omi is NOT happy about that!

Please something about that act alone just pushes Sakusa over the edge 😅

Sakusa will march up behind you and just loom

"Can't you do it yourself? You're use to not having a manager"- Sakusa 😑

🌳 🐜 🌳

👆🏻you right now YN

"I merely asked YN if she could, if she's unable to that is also fine"- Ushijima, still just as stoic as ever 😐

"Kiyoomi knock it off! Ushijima I would be happy to help"- you, glaring as Sakusa and turning your head to face Ushijima

You walk off shaking your head, wandering what would prompt Sakusa to behave like that

Sakusa full on growls at Ushijima

Yes G R O W L S

Again, possessive men 😏

When you return, you walk into a heated rally happening between the teams

Nobody is letting the ball even come close to hitting the floor

Suddenly, Ushijima spikes the ball and it deflects off Inunaki's arms

"YN! Watch out!"- Barnes, yelling as you see the ball headed right for you

You scream and try to cover as fast as you can only to be tackled to the ground by Sakusa right as the ball slams past you

"Shit YN, are you ok?"- Sakusa says, bracing himself over you as he tries not to put his weight on you

You peek out from behind your arms, eyes wide as you lightly shake your head

Sakusa grabs you and pulls you close, lightly kissing the top of your head as he holds you

🥺🥺 please I'm such a sap

"YN I'm so sorry! I thought I had a handle on it"- Inunaki says running up to you

"It's ok! I should have been watching more"- you say, still in Sakusa embrace

Please that mans never letting you go again

"YN my apologies for hitting the ball so hard"- Ushijima says walking up to you

Sakusa pulls you up and in close to his chest and glares at Ushijima

"It's ok Ushi, I know you didn't mean to"- You, now holding onto Sakusa

"Come on Yn let's get your checked out"- Sakusa says, pulling you away from the group as he guides you to the office

Sakusa picks you up, sitting you on the exam table as you speak

"Omi really I'm- hmmpf" you say before your words are literally taken away by Sakusa himself planting his lips right on yours

He moves away, his forehead going to yours as you both breath

When he backs away, he looks at you and says "now let's get your checked out"

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 ok-

Seriously what just happened??

I have no idea, you have no idea, hell idk if Sakusa even knows 🤣

"Kiyoomi, what was that?"- you finally asking the big question

"Something I should have done at the laundromat a long time ago"- Sakusa, putting his hands on your face and kissing you again

Please say less sir 😫

After that, your relationship with Sakusa just kind of happened

I mean, you would hang out during practice and after practice

Kissing and other things 👀

Like playing volleyball 🙃

I know what you all were thinking 😏

Sakusa wasn't much for PDA which was honestly fine with you

Like he would hold your hand after practice sometimes or kiss your forehead inbetween sets

When Atsumu was annoying you, Sakusa would assert his dominance and lay his claim

"Atsumu leave my girlfriend alone before I spike a ball right in your face"- Sakusa, about to channel Iwaizumi for moral support

Your nights were spent most of the time with Sakusa, either at your place or his

You told him all about your previous relationship and why you had moved

Sakusa was very understanding and supportive of you

You had established a great routine 👏🏻

Honestly it was perfect

Until it wasn't 🙃

Because we are here to shatter dreams and break hearts

It happened gradually

You could tell Sakusa was getting frustrated during practice

He would withdraw from you and the team

He wasn't able to hit as many spikes, his receives were off

He was just having a rough time

You figured it was the stress of the olympic try outs approaching

He has told you that this was his one chance to make it big and to compete with the best

He was working so hard and you knew it

Unfortunately, all your efforts at trying to help him, only set him off more

"Hey Omi, why don't you take a break?"- you suggested after another failed spike

"I can't just sit on my ass all day like you YN, I have to practice if I'm going to make the Olympic team"- Sakusa, glaring at you as he turns to walk back to the line

Ouch ☹️

Hinata notices your eyes dampen as he looks from Sakusa to you

"Hey YN-" he starts to say as you stand up

"Im going to do some office work. I forgot I have some- uh some papers to fill out"- you say, forcing a smile as you turn to run to the office

The next day, you arrive at the gym to see Sakusa serving

You walk in and wave at him just as he's tossing the ball up, causing him to hit it straight into the net

"FOR FUCKS SAKES YN CANT YOU SEE IM BUSY?"- Sakusa says yelling at you

You flinch as your eyes widen

"Im- I'm sorry Omi-" you, apologizing for something you don't need to apologize for

Sakusa ignores you as he goes back to the end line, tossing up another ball

Atsumu and Bokuto watch your lip quiver as you run go the office, shutting the door behind you

They look at Sakusa who looks back at them

"What are you two looking at?"- Sakusa

"You're such a jerk Omi"- Bokuto, walking away as Atsumu shakes his head

Sakusa rolls his eyes and goes back to serving

Honestly how hard is it for you to just leave him alone 🙄

Oh idk Omi try communicating 🗣

Men istg-

A week goes by and you've seen the bare minimum of Sakusa

You've asked him over for dinner, out for dinner, over to watch TV, offered to help him practice

He's done nothing but said "not today YN" all week

It's made you feel unwanted and unloved

All you want is a little time with your man

Is that too much to ask?

Spoiler alert: it's not

Thankfully today is Friday and you are determined to have time with Kiyoomi

He promised you a few weeks ago you'd go to see a movie you've been dying to see

You bounce into work, excited and ready for the day

The Adlers are coming for a practice match

You fill water bottles, ready towels and prepare as the Adlers arrive

You run up to greet them and help everyone settle

"You are in a cheery mood today YN?"- Kageyama says

"I am!! It's Friday and I'm so excited for the weekend!"- You, bouncing with joy

Please how could anyone be mean to our precious YN!

Sakusa has yet to say anything to you as you bop around the gym, getting ready

You can't help but feel a little unwanted but you hope after the match, Sakusa's mood with change

Honestly it's a pipe dream YN 😔

The matches start and Sakusa just isn't on his game

He's hitting out of bounds, his serves are crap and his receives just aren't it

You sigh as the second set ends, while MSBY won, you notice how angry Sakusa is

You decide to see if there is anything you can do to help

Because that's who you are YN

Our sweet angel bby who is always here to help

"Hey Omi, you did great out there"- You, trying to encourage our little germaphobe

Sakusa doesn't say anything, he just glares at you

You decide to proceed

"Hey, don't look so down. We can go have dinner tonight and to the movies. It will be so fun-" you, right before your world shatters

"Will you just SHUT UP YN!"- Sakusa, screaming at you

You flinch, backing up as your eyes widen

The gym suddenly quiets

The Adlers and MSBY watching you

"Omi, I'm-"

"Yeah yeah YN I know! You're sorry! Well how about instead of being an annoying fucking baby like you constantly are why don't you try actually helping me and leave me the fuck alone!"- Sakusa, now getting in your space as you keep backing up

"Kiyoomi, please-" you say, tears filling your eyes

"You know Yn, I get it now. I understand why your ex fucking up and left you. You are so annoying and clingy that it's almost impossible to deal with! You literally can't do anything on your own without needing some kind of attention! God it's exhausting being around you!"- Sakusa, now heaving and yelling as your body goes numb

Your eyes brimming with tears, some now falling as your heart shatters in front of not only MSBY but the Adlers as well

"SAKUSA ENOUGH!"- Meian yells as Sakusa looks down as you, his anger brimming as your heartbroken state hits him

With your tears falling, your look to see the players staring at your and Sakusa

Your face heats with embarrassment as you feel your body break down

You run past Sakusa and the guys as you start crying, the sounds of your sadness filling the gym

"Fuck"- Atsumu says running after you as Bokuto and Hinata follow

"What in the hell was that!"- Hirugami says as Meian glares at Sakusa, crossing his arms over his broad chest

"Sakusa your a fucking asshole"- Inunaki says walking past Sakusa out the door to find you

Ushijima stares at Sakusa before he shakes his head

"You don't deserve YN Sakusa"- Ushijima says, the words hitting Sakusa right in the chest

Sakusa's emotions are all over as he walks past the teams, heading to grab his things

Meanwhile, you run from the gym to the parking lot to find your car

You sit down, your eyes flowing with tears as you start to shake and cry frantically

How could Kiyoomi say such horrible things to you?

How could he stoop so low as to point out your biggest insecurities?

He knew exactly how much your relationship with your ex affected you and there he was, throwing it in your face

You put your head on the steering wheel, crying uncontrollably as you turn the car on

Just as you look up, you see Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata running towards you with Ushijima and Inunaki behind

"YN come on you can't drive"- Atsumu, trying to open your car door

"Just leave me alone Atsumu"- you, crying harder as Hinata and Bokuto watch

"YN please let one of us take you home at the very least"- Inunaki says, managing to open your side door

"Please just leave me alone. I'm so embarrassed. Those things he said-" your tears are now flowing uncontrollably, your body shaking

"YN please don't be embarrashed. None of this was your fault"- Bokuto, his hair deflated

Our sweet little empath 🥺

"He knew about my biggest insecurities and he just threw them right in my face! Right in front of everyone"- you say, crying harder as you gasp for air

"YN come on- its not safe for you to drive right now"- Inunaki says as he reaches for you

You look up at him, tears streaming down your face

"Please, please just leave me alone"- you say whispering

Their hearts break for you as they watch helplessly as you cry in your car

"Maybe we should just back off?"- Hinata

"Yeah I don't think she's going anywhere"- Ushijima says, standing back

"If you need us YN, we'll be inside ok? But please don't drive right now"- Atsumu

You nod a little, the numbness of everything hitting you hard as the men give you one final glance before returning inside

Meanwhile, Sakusa is in the locker room gathering his gear and shoving it in his bag

He grabbed a quick shower and is ready to leave

One thing about Sakusa is that he definitely knows he overreacted

He also knows what he said to you was not ok

But he's not going to apologize until he's fully ready

Because he knows he needs to mean it and think it over

Dick move? Absolutely but at the same time, a half assed apology doesn't mean shit

And he's still mad

He can hear the guys talking in the gym as he throws his bag over his shoulder

"Is she ok?"- Meian says

"She's sitting in her car, she won't let us take her home but we also don't want her to drive"- Atsumu

"Poor girl, what the hell got into Sakusa?"- Romero

"Who the hell knows but man was he ever a fucking dick!"- Hoshiumi says

Sakusa's heard enough as he walks out into the gym and past his team mates who pay him no mind

He walks into the parking lot, straight to his car

The problem is his car is parked right next to yours...

However when he approaches he only sees your car and not you

Deciding he can't be bothered right now, he leaves, heading home

Meanwhile, Atsumu receives a text from you saying you took the train home

You knew it wasn't safe to drive but you couldn't stay there any longer

You knew if you saw Omi come out, you'd cry even more

Once at home, you lock your doors, shut your blinds and crawl into bed

You spend most of the sleepless night crying and replaying the awful words Sakusa said to you in your mind

The next morning, you get up and make coffee, mopping around your apartment

Your phone has been going non-stop with incoming texts from the team making sure your ok

You opt to write a short message and shut your phone off

After a long weekend of crying and thinking, you decide the best thing you can do is hold you head high and walk into the gym with dignity

Because we will NOT let a man define our worth!

You get dressed, do your best to look presentable and head to work

You pull into the parking lot, parking as far away from Sakusa's car as you can

You notice him sitting inside, watching as you get out and make your way to the gym

Little do you know that Sakusa has spent all weekend thinking about the huge mistake he made

He barely slept, choosing to spend most of his time at the gym or running to try to distract himself

He realizes what he's done and how big of an ass he was

But still, apologizing doesn't come easy to Kiyoomi

Once in the gym, you go about your daily tasks

You try to act like nothings wrong but you admit it's hard seeing Sakusa

You try and ignore his presence

He only looks at you, but has yet to approach

And he probably won't 😔

"Hey YN, can you help toss up for spiking please?"- Meian

"Sure"- you say smiling as you take your position to toss

The guys line up beside you as you toss

When Sakusa comes up to spike, he watches you intently

You however, ignore him 💅🏼

As 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 should 👏🏻

Because you see, the anger is now starting to set in

How fucking rude and unwarranted Sakusa's comments towards you were

You toss the ball up as Atsumu sets and Omi spikes

"Nice kill"- you say as you prepare for the next spiker

Sakusa looks at you as you go about your duties

That night, you pick up your bag and head out of the gym

You say goodnight to the team as you make your way to your car

You can see Sakusa watching you from his car but you say nothing and quickly get in, driving off

Honestly ignoring Sakusa is probably going to irritate him the most

Again, AS 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻 SHOULD 👏🏻

The week goes by and you have zero interaction with Sakusa

You still miss him and care very much for him

But that doesn't mean his words didn't hurt

Sakusa on the other hand, is going insane 🙃

He was actually waiting to see if you gave him anything to work with

And YN gave nothing 👏🏻

You gave him no chance to speak with him alone, you barely even glanced at him all week

Honestly, he doesn't blame you

He's starting to realize how badly he fucked up and the man is suffering now

Good! Let him suffer!

The following Monday, Sakusa decides he's had enough

He misses you and the man is willing to admit he's done FUCKED UP 👏🏻

Unfortunately for him, it's too late

He steps out of his car only to see you hugging Ushijima at the entrance to the front of the gym

Oh the rage he is feeling right now 🤬

He's about ready to blow

But then you laugh at something Ushijima says

And your smile just digs the knife penetrating his cold heart deeper

You're vibrant smile and beautiful eyes that Sakusa has grown to love so much

Only you're now giving it to another man

Please we are about to see some jealous Sakusa

Sakusa is going to get out of his car, rage walk up to Ushijima and shove him away from you

"Get away from my girl"- Sakusa says, pushing Ushijima

Ushijima barely budges

Mans is a brick wall 🧱

"Kiyoomi what the hell?"- you getting in between Ushijima and Sakusa

"Back the fuck off of YN- she's mine!"- Sakusa growls as he pushes into you getting into Ushijima's face

"Kiyoomi stop it!"- you now shouting

Atsumu, Kageyama and Bokuto come rushing cover and pull Sakusa back

Please Ushijima is just like 🧍‍♂️😐 the whole time

I can NOT 😫

"Sakusa what the hell man?"- Bokuto

"Omi dude chill out"- Atsumu

"I was merely talking to YN Sakusa"- Ushijima

"Talking my ass! I saw you hugging her!"- Sakusa

"It wasn't anything more than a hug Kiyoomi! And I'll have you know as far as I'm concerned, we are no longer together so what I do and with whom I do it is my business and my business only!"- our queen asserting her dominance

"The hell we aren't! We never broke up YN! Just because I'm an idiot and said some stupid shit-" Sakusa

But oh no no no, YN is not letting this happen

"NO! You don't get to come over here and barge in on my personal life when you made it VERY FUCKING CLEAR Kiyoomi that I'm a burden on your life! I will absolutely not stand here and take that shit from you or any man! I trusted you and YOU KNEW! You knew what I went through. And you threw it right in my fucking face in front of everyone!"- You now screaming

GIVE IT TO HIM BBY! RIP HIS HEAD OFF!!

Bokuto, Atsumu and Kageyama are scared 😅

Ushijima is just like 🧍‍♂️ 😳

And Sakusa, well Sakusa is breaking apart

Because everything you said, every single word is true

And he knows it

You're eyes start to fill with tears as you stomp your way into the gym, slamming the doors behind you

Seriously nobody better get in the way of YN

Our bby is on the war path

Sakusa doesn't say anything, he just stands there stunned and broken

The full effect of his words are now hitting him

The fact that there is no fixing this and that you are done

How could he have taken you for granted?

How could he have treated you this way?

Sakusa says nothing as he makes his way into the gym and prepares for practice

The next few days, Sakusa is on auto mode

Spike, sleep, eat, repeat

Literally he doesn't deviate, he says nothing to anyone and has completely withdrawn from the team

You have also pulled away from the team

It's become increasingly uncomfortable for everyone

Finally, Meian decides he needs to intervene

After practice, Sakusa is sitting in the locker room, packing up his bag

"Team meeting"- Meian says as Barnes, Thomas, Inunaki, Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata surround him

"About what?"- Sakusa, oblivious

"It's time you swallow you pride and get your girl back"- Barnes

"Yeah, honestly I'm sick of sappy Sakusa"- Atsumu

Sakusa glares at Atsumu but says nothing

"Come on dude. You and YN are fucking miserable without each other"- Inunaki

"You heard her! She's done with me. And honestly I don't fucking blame her. I'm the biggest asshole ever"- Sakusa, deflated more than Bokuto during a bad emo mode

"Well then you need to do whatever you can to win her back! Beg on your knees if you have too"- Thomas says

Sakusa is so deflated

Pls Bokuto's emo modes have nothing on this man's current state 🤚🏻

"But what if she doesn't want me back? I mean I really fucked up guys. Like REALLY"- Sakusa

"Then you learn from it. Listen, you love YN right?"- Barnes

"Yeah- yeah I do"- Sakusa, finally admitting he's deeply in love with you

"And YN is in love with you, trust me. You've got alot of work to do but you need to prove to YN that you are willing to change"- Barnes

Sakusa nods and stands up

He knows he has to make this right in any way he can

Now I don't think simply apologizing in this situation is enough

Sakusa was a complete ass and said some really hurtful things

I also think he knows this and he's willing to do what he can to change

Even if it means attending therapy to help him deal better with his emotions

Honestly we love when people take accountability for their actions 👏🏻

If you make a mistake, you fix it! And that's what Sakusa wants to do

He makes an appointment with a therapist for the following week and goes to work on his plan to win you back

Meanwhile, your heart is slowly healing

You love Sakusa and that's just not going to go away anytime soon

He's been helping you process and deal with your fight with Sakusa

You've found a great friend and companion in Ushijima

Your relationship is strictly platonic and honestly, Ushijima is fine with that 👌🏻

Ushijima is one of those logical guys

He can see things from both sides and provide a very honest and unbiased opinion

At your apartment, you cook as Ushijima sits and talks with you

It's become a weekly thing that you and Ushijima hang out, making dinner and chatting

Tonight, you are making homemade Ramen

Ushijima is sitting at the table as you bring the bowls over

Unfortunately for you, you trip, sending the bowls tumbling on you and Ushijima

"Oh shit! Omg Im so sorry Wakatoshi! Are you burnt?"- You, tearing up because you messed up

"YN I'm fine, are you ok?- Ushijima

"🥺 I keep messing up Waka, no wonder Omi said the things he did"- you, now crying as you sit down at the table

"YN, Sakusa was a complete jerk. And while I know he is stressed, it doesn't ever give him the right to say those things. You did not mess up YN. It was an accident"- Ushijima

You sniffle and nod your head

"I have to clean this up. I think Omi left a shirt here that you can borrow for now. I'm going to go and change"- you, getting up and going to your room

Ushijima remives his shirt, revealing his muscles and broad chest

You pay no mind because Ushijima isn't Sakusa

It's fine YN, move aside and I shall oogle on your behalf 😍🥵

When you are changing, the doorbell rings

Ushijima answers it as you emerge from your room, wearing a crop top and shorts

On the other side is Sakusa 👀

Now remember, Ushijima has no shirt on, as in ZERO top clothing

Nothing, nada, it's completely GONE

And you are wearing the bare minimum

Sakusa's eyes widen in shock as Ushijima stands at the door and you appear next to him

"Kiyoomi? What are you doing here?"- You say, shocked

"I uh- I uh- I came to talk with you"- Sakusa 👁👄👁

Please it hasn't hit you yet the situation you are currently in

"Is everything ok?"- you, still oblivious

Sakusa is just staring, mouth agape 😲

Ushijima is just like 🧍‍♂️ 😐

"YN I uh- I wanted to apologize but I see you've already moved on"- Sakusa, his eyes now filling with tears

"What are you-"

DING DING DING it finally hits you 😃

"Omg Kiyoomi no-"

"YN PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! IM SO FUCKING SORRY"- Sakusa is now inside the apartment, begging on his knees, holding your legs

"Kiyoomi what-"

"YN PLEASE GOD IM SO SO SORRY! I FUCKED UP SO BAD. I SAID THE MOST AWFUL THINGS TO YOU AND I KNOW I DONT DESERVE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU YN. PLEASE IM GOING TO CHANGE. I STARTED THERAPY AND IM REALLY TRYING YN PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE"- Sakusa, full on crying into your legs now

Ushijima 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 😳

You bend down, tears pooling in your eyes as you kneel in front of Sakusa who now has tears all over

"Kiyoomi you love me?"- You, tearing up

Please I'm such a sap 🥲

"I do YN. I love you so much. And everyday I think about how much I hurt you. I want to make myself a better man for you. So I called a therapist and I've been seeing someone to help me control my emotions. You didn't deserve any of that yn and I know that. Please- just please know how much I love you and how much on a idiot I am!"- Sakusa, looking into your eyes

"Kiyoomi you are the biggest fucking jerk I know and I love you, you big fucking idiot"- you, grabbing Sakusa's cheeks and kissing him as he holds you close

Ushijima 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 🥲

Sakusa pulls away and puts his forehead on yours

Then it hits him and he stands up, pulling you towards him in an embrace

"What the hell are you doing with YN?"- Sakusa says, pointing at Ushijima

"I was having Ramen with YN when she spilled it on herself and me"- Ushijima 😐

"I was getting a new shirt for Toshi when you knocked Omi! It's nothing. Toshi and I are only friends"- You

Sakusa 👉🏻😐😑

Ushijima 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 😐

"I think it might be best if I leave YN. It seems you and Sakusa have worked out your issues"- Ushijima

"You definitely should leave"- Sakusa 😑 our jealous bby

"Omi knock it off! Toshi let me grab you a shirt at least"- You

"It's fine YN, I have an extra shirt in my car. Thank you for Ramen"- Ushijima, turning to leave

Please he just walked out without his shirt on 😫😫😫 I love him so much

"Well that was awkward"- you 😅

Sakusa closes the door and locks it as he turns to you and grabs your hips

"Whats more awkward is that you and I are both standing here, fully dressed"- Sakusa 😏

Say less sir 🤚🏻 we have a whole lot of making up to do 🙃

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Sakusa comforts you when you think you’re annoying

Genre: comfort, domestic, established relationship

Contents: social anxiety, self deprecating, snack mention (Sakusa is a snack. jk but seriously but also food mentioned in the second paragraph)

Wc: 1312

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You and Sakusa return home from a social engagement, which you felt like didn’t go well for you. You still feel raw and inflamed even, sore from the rejection that you imagined receiving from them. Who’s to say it wasn’t real? You don't know. You can’t tell. You assume rejection has already happened or is imminently happening from everyone. Why wouldn't you?

You look at the floor dully and ignore Sakusa’s proffered leftovers box with some sweets and snacks from the event.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You’re not okay, of course. But it’s not that easy to say that. And you’re still learning how to accept help. You’re still learning how someone asking if you need help isn’t them saying that you are weak. You’re still learning that “hey are you okay?” is not an accusation.

But because you are still learning all of this, it’s not that easy for you to answer directly or honestly. So instead, you ask, unhelpfully, “What do you mean?”

“I just was wondering if everything was okay,” he repeats, because what else is he supposed to do? You asked a stupid question. Of course! As always.

You swallow air in your dry throat as you stare up at him.

“If everything is okay, that’s great. And I love you, and I'm here to talk if you want to talk about anything.”

Of course you want to talk about stuff. You wonder where you should start. You stare at his hand (you want to hold it.)

You look up at him and you nod.

“You do want to talk?” he checks.

“Yes, please.”

“Okay.” He turns to completely face you. He is always turning to completely face you. He is always there for you and you are so grateful. Your heart cries (happily.)

“Do you want to sit?” he asks.

You nod again. You go to sit on the couch and he goes into the kitchen. He brings you both glasses of water and sits down beside you, his hair rustling, and his arm thrown around you.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

You nod.

“Good,” he says. “What’s up?”

You wish for a moment, that you both could change into comfy at home clothes before this conversation. He looks delectable in his going out wear, of course, but you want to snuggle into one of his soft sleep shirts.

You take a deep breath. Actually, that would be a great way to procrastinate on this conversation, right?

Well. Maybe later.

“Does everyone hate me?”

He blinks. Even though he probably should have known you would be like this, he is still surprised. He still forgets that you can't see yourself the way he sees you—he would never ever imagine that you would even wonder this kind of stuff about yourself. “No, why would you say that?”

“I just feel so stupid and dumb.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way, and I don’t want to invalidate your emotions, but you’re not.”

You huff. “Right. My feelings aren’t facts, but they are valid.”

“Right,” he says.

You look at him, displeased.

“It’s both,” he adds.

“That’s so confusing.”

He nods. “It doesn’t make sense. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You look at him, hoping the hurt isn’t watering in your eyes too much. But you are really transparent, and he knows you, so you’re sure he can see everything. You can’t even figure out a not annoying way to broach the topic. You wish you could leave it at that, but there’s still more to go. “Am I annoying and awful?”

See? The most annoying way possible.

“No,” he says immediately.

You stare at him.

He arches his eyebrow at you speculatively, judgingly, but he also puts his hand on top of yours comfortingly.

Your heart pangs.

“Why do you want me to say yes?” he asks, seriously.

“Do you think I was annoying today?” you ask, voice tinny.

“No.”

“To everyone else, though?”

He squeezes your hand. “They didn't say anything to me. I don’t think they think that about you.”

You sigh. You were invited to the gathering. They wouldn't invite you if they didn’t like you. You hope you will continue to be invited. You wonder when you will feel like you aren’t on the precipice of being abandoned. Maybe never! That’s not a comforting thought, though.

“Do you think I’m annoying?”

“No. I love you. That's why I'm here.”

“But there are some things I do that are annoying?”

He looks displeased that you are trying to lead him to an answer, but he goes along with it anyway. “I guess. But I don't really think about it in that way. Do you think I'm annoying?”

This is a completely logical and reasonable flip to occur in the conversation, but you are still caught off guard. You are truly 😐🧍. “I mean. I don’t know.”

He can barely contain his smirk and it does make you mad a little bit, that he always seems to have the upper hand. You still love him. But it’s unfair.

“So you do think I'm annoying?” he asks.

“There are some things we do differently,” you say, pretending that you can be coy and outmaneuver him. You can’t.

“Right. And everyone does things differently. Like literally every person.”

“Right.”

“So all humans are annoying to everyone.”

“Maybe sometimes.”

“Is that okay?” he asks.

You really don’t know what you did to deserve this. A very calm and logical breakdown of why it doesn’t matter that you are annoying. Or whether you are or not is just a completely irrelevant question because you are surrounded by people who love you, so who cares?

You hate this. Why can’t everyone just hate you because that makes sense in your head? Instead they love you and forgive you and hang around even though you did nothing to deserve it. It’s not adding up.

Other people’s actions are not adding up. It would make you feel better if things made sense in your heart, and head. If you could trust what you were seeing with your eyes with what your internal beliefs are.

But maybe your internal beliefs have to change to match reality. Because you can’t keep living like this, doing this bad math. It’s not fun. It’s annoying.

“Yeah, I guess it’s okay.”

“Is it okay to not like someone 100% of the time?”

That’s where it’s getting you. It is scary. Which percent is going to be the percent where you get abandoned? You can’t be sure. You look at him. You know the “right” answer but you don’t believe it.

“100% seems like perfection,” he says. “Which is…” he looks at you meaningfully.

“Unrealistic?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

You sigh. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he says back.

You stare at him.

He pokes you in the belly.

“What?” you say. “How dare you?” you ask but he’s already poking you in the shoulder.

“Okay,” you say. “You’ve made your point.”

“I��m always right,” he says.

“You’re not even right about that, and we’re going to leave it there,” you say, jumping to your feet.

Or you would, except he completely intercepted you, and brought you back down to the couch, onto his lap. He pressed kisses to your cheek and neck, and you squirm halfheartedly, but you’re not actually trying to get away.

“I don’t think you’re annoying,” he repeated.

“Thank you.”

“I think you’re great, and I love you, and I love spending time with you.”

“Thank you.”

“I mean it.”

You sigh. Maybe it’s not the end of the world to be annoying. People really don’t like annoying people, though. But different people think different things are annoying. Anyone can be annoying to anyone. That’s compatibility.

You’re fine. Everything is fine. After a great little anxiety burst, everything ended up fine, as per normal. What else is new?

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