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Winners and Losers

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You stared at the piece of white paper posted on the bulletin board in disbelief. Your eyes could see and read what was written on it, but your brain refused to register the words.

The results were out and the paper you were reading contained the ranking in the project funding audition the school held recently. There were only five names listed. You saw yours. However, it wasn't written on the blank where you hoped it would be. Instead, the name of the person you wished wouldn't make the cut was there.

That's quite stupid. Why did you ever think you'll be in the number one spot? Why did you ever think that person wouldn't make the cut? WHY DID YOU THINK YOU WOULD EVER WIN AGAINST THAT PERSON?

His name was written in bold letters like a slap to your face. And then there was your name on the next line. Again.

"I won," that familiar, quiet, deep yet irritating voice said from behind you, casting a shadow that loomed over you and the board. He clucked his tongue, the sound muffled by the black facemask he was wearing, and then you felt his hand on your shoulder, applying quite some pressure.

"Second place. L/N Y/N." He chuckled briefly, the sound seeming uncharacteristic to his person. "You seem to have a deep-rooted love for being second best."

You side-stepped and inched away from him, regarding him with a dramatic eye roll. You can't argue with him this time. The two of you had a deal. It wasn't a big thing when you decided to strike it with him but now that you’ve lost, it's a different story altogether.

You sighed. You’re actually confident you'll win this round's auditions, but after overhearing the comments of the judges about his number, you knew you’ve fail miserably. Hell, one of the best in the panel of professors appointed by the academe you were both aiming for called his performance 'mentally orgasmic'. What did you have against that when all you heard was 'exceptional' from them?

Ninety nine to ninety eight percent. Crazy, but that one point made all the difference. He won, you lost.

"Congratulations," you said, admitting defeat and also inwardly praying he'd spare you from your deal. You’ve got to do the former because he really is a monster when it comes to academics, not just in that but in almost everything he does. However, out of all the things that he does, studying is what embodies his passion. It's like seeing an extension of the real him, separate from the archetypal image everyone knew him with – silent, brooding, hiding his utter ruthlessness behind that mask which you thought he only uses to fend others off as opposed to the impression that he was a hypochondriac. It makes you want to puke rainbows and cry blood at the same time whenever you witness him dishing his brains out.

He narrowed his eyes at you, those cold, dark vortices making you freeze especially so when he brought his mask down. For some reason, when he spoke to you, he always did that but spoke through it even when he was talking to teachers.

"Did you… Hmm. I think I heard wrong. The L/N Y/N actually congratulated me," he said in that quiet, indifferent way that always set you on edge. He had this quiet, gentle air about him which always hid something sinister just beneath the surface. Yes, he looked so damn beautiful with that perfect head of raven curls and severe yet gorgeous looks, but underneath, he’s a demon who preys on people’s fears and weaknesses.

"Sakusa," you stated with a heavy sigh as if uttering just his name put an invisible weight on you. "Don't start."

Kiyoomi flashed that annoying smirk which seemed to be only known to you as your classmates and friends didn’t seem to think he was capable of any other expression apart from being bored which they chalked up to his higher brain capacity. He then took a step towards you. To anyone who wasn’t the wiser, it would look like he’s being nice, merely conversing with you. That’s how his image is to everyone – the ideal youth dream who could do no wrong, given his outstanding, full, blue-merit record even if he is a grade-A haughty prick.

"You're not trying to get away from our little agreement, are you?" he teased, gently running his fingers through the length of your hair. How his hand got there was a total mystery. All you knew is that you stopped breathing the moment he did so.

Damn you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

The blood in your veins was boiling, but you concealed that fact by replying concisely without emotions. "Of course not. A deal’s a deal." In truth, you were dying to bail on him, but knowing him, you didn’t have a way out of it. It’s your fault for striking a deal with the devil himself.

He grinned, that slow smile spreading from one end of his mouth to the other, rendering you motionless, staring up at his face like an idiot and feeling like you swallowed whole chunks of ice. He blinked then, letting go of your hair, his left eyebrow rising slightly.

"Good. I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow." With that, he walked away, leaving you dumbfounded as always.

How exactly do you go about with Sakusa Kiyoomi? You can summarize that human in three things, but it would only be an attempt as he had always been more than that, always more than what meets the eye, always more than what he lets on, but to you, he’s just these three things.

First, he’s that kid you knew since you were young but never really got directly involved with until the two of you went to high school where the pair of you had almost all of your classes together. Well, your parents were friends with his dad, you met each other in some occasions back then, but you never really spoke to each other. He wasn’t much of a talker or so you thought since he loves to torment you with his words, which brings you to your second definition of Sakusa Kiyoomi: he’s your arch rival.

He’s been your seeming nemesis from the beginning. He just used to stare at you all the time without the decency to look away when you catch him doing so. He would do it blatantly and when he knew you’re already squirming like an insect under a microscope, being pulled apart by the wings and legs, he’ll relent and smirk at you. It’s like you’re this little puzzle he can’t seem to figure out or maybe he’s just ridiculing you in his head. The latter is more likely. It wasn’t as obvious as now, but you do have the hunch that this competition has been going on since the moment you knew of each other’s existence. There’s always that same kind of tension whenever your eyes would meet. It’s crazy since you were both so young then, but in your heads, you were enemies, rivals in everything.

But… there’s a big BUT! You’ve realized that everything you can do, he can do much, much better and it always is the case. You’ve realized that when you entered the same middle school he studies at. He was a year older than you are, but you got accelerated to his grade, skipping seventh grade altogether.

You were quite smug about that to him, taking in the look of surprise on his face when he first saw you entering his class back then, but of course, he just smiled deviously at you from where he sat and never spared as much as a glance at your direction ever since.

You thought you were actually doing great being in the same ranks as him, but really, it just made things worse for you especially since he always comes out on top. Just when you thought you’re a step ahead of him, he’s ten steps away from you to the finish line.

And lastly, he was the person who instilled fear in you yet you can’t help but be drawn towards him. Sakusa Kiyoomi, you’re afraid of him in all sense of the word. It’s like everything he says to you is a threat. A simple word from him means a lot of things especially because he doesn’t speak much, but when he does, it’s always with a purpose. He speaks in that unnervingly gently manner and that heart-melting voice wasn’t helping at all. He wasn’t big on actions nor was he expressive. His face always has that same bored look as if he’s just about to pass out on everything, but those soft, lethargic eyes were made to deceive and seduce, expressing a lot and nothing at the same time even behind those stupid facemasks.

You really hated that habit of his, which you noticed he only does towards you. At times, when you attempt to do something and excel at it (which he’s already good at), he would give you that challenging look, his brows rising a fraction as if he’s silently saying, “Alright, people, let’s give the floor to L/N Y/N and watch her fail.”

He only talks a lot when he’s arguing with you and most of the time, you lose because of that relaxed look about his face that would sometimes escalate to a full-blown grin that plucked at your nerves one by one, either making you angry or just making you feel like a goddamn loser. There’s always that taunting look in his eyes, and when he sees you wavering, he’ll nod as if he was affirming your thoughts of failure. You, on the other hand, always lose your temper and always end up saying too much to him which he would then use against you when he finds it convenient.

When things are really serious or if he is on hyper drive to annoy the hell out of you, Kiyoomi would be towering over your form, curse his height, motioning to touch you with those beautiful, slender fingers with an unfathomable look about his face. You’d always flinch away whenever his cold fingers would make contact with your skin. That’s also when he would withdraw his hand and walk away after flashing your with what seems to be a pained look.

Those incidences are becoming more frequent recently and he would go all touchy-feely which would then freak the hell out of you enough to send you running for your life. You’ve come to realize that one time when you noted that he kept visiting the school infirmary which you avoided like the plague because of the university doctor, and one time, when you met there by accident, he motioned to touch your cheek but withdrew, then again, he flashed you that expression as if you’ve murdered his family.

Kiyoomi is very subtle, but he makes sure to leave a dent in everyone’s consciousness… especially yours.

You’re quite afraid of him, but you can’t help but be near him at the same time. It’s not your choice, but at the same time it is. Circumstances dictate that you should be with him, and volition also dictates that you should be around him because then, you didn’t think your day would be complete or that your achievements are validated enough if he wasn’t there to see it. It’s a weird relationship where you desire to prove yourself to him quite desperately while he torments the shit out of you.

Or maybe you’re a deranged masochist after all and an idiot who likes to court danger. You’ve always thought that Kiyoomi is that psychotic guy who would kill you brutally in the future after he’s done toying with you – you’ve had nightmares about that. But despite the uneasiness, you feel thrilled and alive whenever you’re around him. He’s always something you look forward to, beating him, that is. You guessed, despite the fact that he seems bored with you, you can never get bored of him until you actually win against him.

You’re probably obsessed with the notion of defeating him, while he’s telling you off subtly because his message can’t seem to make it through your unusually thick skull, well, based on his standards.

You were afraid it just got worse recently. He stepped his game up in this little act of intimidation he would play with just a slight change in the arrangement of his facial muscles as long as his eyes were on you. It was as if your brain would stop working once he locks eyes with you. You’re afraid the effect of those looks has become even more potent after that little incident at the library.

Honestly, you don’t know what the hell his deal was that day. It used to be that you were the one bugging him, not the other way around, but when you’ve got yourself convinced that you can never win against him and that you’re over it, he does what you did to him in the past – challenges you.

“I bet you can’t do it,” he said with that sarcastic smile of his.

You scoffed at him, thinking him ridiculous since he did not even tell you what his challenge was and he was already telling you that you are not able to do it. Wanting to prove yourself to him, of course, you jumped the trigger and said that whatever he tells you, you can do.

“Then kiss me,” he said out of the blue, pulling his mask down. “That’s my challenge. Can you do it?”

You blinked at him. There you were quietly sitting and doing your work, and he dishes out something like that. “Kiss you? What kind of challenge is that?” You snorted. It was stupid, really. “Are you that touch-starved?”

He stood up from his chair and stalked towards you then. The moment he was near enough, he turned your chair so it was facing him, trapping you between his arms. “So,” he arched a brow, again with that same taunting look. “Can you?”

“What the hell –”

“Because I can if you’re too much of a chicken to do it.” He smirked as he inched closer.

You leveled your expression to his. “Is that all? Seriously, Sakusa, what do you think of me?” Without warning, you turned tables on him, seizing his arm and pushing hos bigger form down the chair instead. With eyes wide open and all the guts you could muster, you leaned forward swiftly, touching your lips against his own.

He froze, probably not expecting you to do it at all, but his shock and your victory soon ebbed away and you felt him smile underneath your lips. Kiyoomi leered. “You call that a kiss?”

You straightened up, surprised that your emotions and thoughts were not a chaotic mess. You were pretty calm for someone who just gave your first kiss away to the person you hated the most. Idiot. “What do you think of yourself, a lucky bastard? What makes you think –”

He arched a brow at you, tilting his head to the side. “You’re incompetent in so many levels, L/N Y/N.” He also stood up and again, reached over with his fingers, leaning closer until your noses were nearly touching. His eyes strayed to your lips as he leaned even closer. That’s when you bolted out of the room.

He acted like nothing happened after that and challenged you again to another competition, the same one which brought you to the present – nervously staring at your phone, particularly at a message he sent telling you to get to his house on your own because he can’t come pick you up.

Kiyoomi did not live anywhere near your neighborhood. He lived in the suburbs and you weren’t really sure where the hell to find his house since you haven’t been there for ages, but then, he texted you the address and saw that it was located a few blocks from your place, an condominium complex to be precise. You didn’t know he moved out of his family house.

You found yourself standing in front of the door which had the number of the unit in gold inlays above it. It was a good hour and a half after your supposed meeting time, but you really couldn’t care less what he would think of the fact that you’re late. You’re too busy lamenting the fact that you’re spending a Saturday with him.

You knocked, but he did not answer. You tried again, but all you got was silence. Damn everything, if he was playing tricks on you, you would really kill him. You knocked again, but you got the same result. That’s when you decided to call him. You heard his phone ringing from inside the unit. You frowned, keeping the phone ringing.

“Sakusa!” you called then you heard a low groan from somewhere inside. Thinking that he was just sleeping, you knocked louder on the door, but you heard nothing after that. A sense of dread assaulted you as you reached for the doorknob, which was, surprisingly, unlocked. You went inside the unit, looking around the sterile white walls and grey carpet. It looked like an office. Very fitting to its owner.

You’re not even surprised to see that knowing Kiyoomi’s personality, but the dread you felt became worse when you saw an outstretched arm on the floor, sticking out from a door at the end of a short hallway. A few inches from it was Kiyoomi’s phone.

“Sakusa!” You rushed breathlessly towards the room. As you were expecting, he was unconscious on the floor, looking pale. You kneeled beside him, feeling for a pulse. There was but he was out of it. On top of that, he was burning.

You raised his head to your lap, shaking him slightly. “Sakusa, are you with me? Hey, Kiyoomi?” You started muttering expletives under your breath when he didn’t respond quick enough, your brain already conjuring the worst.

He just groaned, his head lolling limply to the side. You had to hold him against you as you dialed for an ambulance, but then you felt his cold fingers closing around your wrist. His eyes were open and he was shaking his head.

“What the hell happened to you?” Your voice came out high-pitched.

“P-passed out…” He blinked, breathing shallowly. “I’m okay.”

You made a face at him, quite shaken by the fact that you thought him adorable just then than the fact that he looked almost dead with that pale complexion. You’ve got to admit you love seeing him weak, but you weren’t a sadist who reveled in the pain of others and he wasn’t an exception.

“No, you’re not. Let’s get you to the hospital.” You motioned to stand up, but he stopped you and shook his head no with that stubborn expression he always has whenever you are debating about something.

“It’s just a fever.”

“Which could be a symptom to something else.” You helped him up. The moment you were successful at wrapping his arm around your shoulder, you were met by that natural scent that lingered about him. It made you feel so at home for some reason, eliciting nostalgic memories from your childhood. It was another thing that probably drew you to him. He reminds you so much of good days. The irony of it.

You led him to his bed, which was tidy. In fact, it did not even look like he slept on it. You sat him down and he immediately collapsed on the mattress. Just then, your eyes fell on the desk at the far end of the room. The lamp was on with a thick book open under it.

“Did you even sleep?” you asked, not really expecting an answer as you shifted your narrowed eyes from the desk to his direction. You scoffed at that, knowing that he will not satisfy you with an answer.

He rolled his eyes and sported that bored look again before closing them. “Don’t dare call an ambulance or I swear I’m gonna make your life a living hell.”

“Funny. I thought you’re already at it.” You shook your head, suddenly feeling stupid that you had to blurt out your thoughts. You smirked at him and approached his nightstand, staring at his still figure on the bed, his head turned towards the other side, but your mind was focused on the landline. “Might as well.”

His head snapped to your direction when he heard you pull the receiver off of the cradle. “What –”

You dialed the emergency hotline and raised the receiver to your ear, satisfied to hear the first ring when suddenly, everything went silent after you heard the harsh sound of something being pulled and torn from the wall.

You turned to face Kiyoomi, his body bent off the edge of the bed as he held the wire connected to the phone itself. He slowly looked up and glared at you. He was that desperate not to get into an ambulance.

You dropped the receiver and took your phone out instead, but he lunged forward and seized the device from your hand, holding it away from you as he laid down on the bed, eye intent on you, his breath snagged and shallow after all his exertions.

“Seriously? You chose the wrong time to be arguing with me about getting into an ambulance, you annoying brat!”

“What did I tell you?” he whispered shakily, placing a hand over his eyes in frustration.

You smirked at him. “You have another phone outside.” You were about to make your way out of the room when he seized you by the waist, making you sit down on the bed just by his side. His arm was around you, firmly holding you into place. You struggled to get away from him, but he was strong despite his state.

“Sakusa Kiyoomi!”

He didn’t say anything, caging you in his arms.

“Let’s just call your dad.”

“No.”

“Then I’ll call our family doctor.”

“No!” He breathed out noisily, conveying his annoyance towards you. “You’re not getting me into such a stupid-looking car.”

“I’ll drive you if you want.”

“Don’t want to move…”

There was really no sense arguing with such an incorrigible person, especially not Sakusa Kiyoomi. You wonder why you even try, knowing for sure he couldn’t be swayed to do otherwise once he sets his mind on something. It was getting frustrating.

You took his arm off of you, but he tightened his grip, refusing to let go.

“Ugh! Clingy much?”

He leaned his head at the base of your neck without saying, his breath coming out in warm batches, making you nervous.

“Fine. You said you’re okay, right? I’ll just leave,” you told him, feeling guilty, but masking it well. To your surprise, his eyes widened and his grip on you started to resemble that of a boa constrictor securing its prey. Fear etched its way across his face, his eyes watering to the brim.

“NO! No…” He was hyperventilating after making an effort to get up and hold you down. “Please…Y/N…don’t leave me…”

Damn, is he even aware of what he is doing right now? Well, his state made you panic, too. It’s just so weird. “O…kay.”

His eyes were still on you as he hesitated to lie down again. He handed you the phone. “Call Iizuna instead.”

You arched a brow at him. “Iizuna Tsukasa? The school doctor?”

He nodded, closing his eyes. “He’ll come for sure.”

You frowned. You never really liked that person. You just stared at him even as he was handing you the phone until he opened his eyes and asked you if there was any problem. You shook your head and immediately dialed the doctor’s number.

After a few rings, the school physician answered the phone and told you he will come in a while after you’ve explained the situation. It puzzled you how he seemed to understand what was going on immediately without much questions.

Setting the phone down and removing your coat, you realizing that you were also still holding your bag. You preoccupied yourself by preparing the necessary things you would need to lower Kiyoomi’s fever, and of course, you had to assure him you weren’t leaving.

There were a plethora of pills in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, but thankfully, you found something that would help, including a cold pack already frozen in his freezer. You couldn’t help but wonder if he always got sick or if he already had a preexisting condition.

When you came back into his room, he was out cold, breathing shallowly and sweating profusely. His button up shirt which he wore over a white undershirt was soaked by the time you were done, so you decided to wake him up.

“You gotta get changed,” you told him, handing him a blue body-hugger you found inside his closet, which was, by the way, arranged by kind and color. Talk about being a neat freak.

He opened his eyes, staring blankly. “I c-can’t…”

You made a face at him. “You can stay up all night reading about quantum physics and you can’t change your shirt?” You scoffed. “Did you purposefully call me here to be your maidservant for the day?”

He nodded, holding his head down, his ears becoming red. “I’m sorry.”

“If you really are then you will change your shirt on your own.” You handed him said garment.

Kiyoomi motioned to take his upper garments off, starting with the black button-up he was wearing. He was successful albeit slow, but the moment he got to his undershirt, he struggled with just getting it over his chest and gave up, looking at you helplessly.

“I really –”

You glared at him for a moment and removed the shirt from him, taking over from that point on. All the while, you avoided looking at his face. You were in the middle of mopping off perspiration from his back when someone suddenly spoke from the direction of the door.

“You’re this weak, huh?” It was the doctor.

You merely glanced at the doctor who was eyeing you cheekily before putting Kiyoomi’s shirt on him before hurriedly helping properly tuck Kiyoomi in bed as you explained the circumstances to Tsukasa. You spoke without even looking at him once and he didn’t say anything about that. You guessed he just reminded you so much of your mother, and having a pair of eyes in school, and now at Sakusa’s house, on you that resembled her made you antsy. They were siblings anyway, the youngest child in the family to be precise, and he was that estranged uncle you did not really know or like even when you were younger. Your dad doesn’t like him either and you never knew why, but looking at matters now, you didn’t exactly hate him. He was just strange.

You bowed after that and prepared to leave the room, but Kiyoomi, curse him to the pits of hell, held you back and told you to stay to which you shook your head. “Doctor Iizuna will check on you now and it’s not like I’m going anywhere farther than your living room.” What’s with him and being all too clingy today?

The older male smiled at you then. “You may stay, Y/N.” He set his bag down by the bed. “We’re all family here anyway.”

You cringed inwardly.

The doctor chuckled then. “The patient wants you here.” He smirked at Kiyoomi then. “Let’s not make him snap, shall we?”

Kiyoomi glared at your uncle’s direction, but gave you instructions to sit on the chair in front of his desk nonetheless.

Tsukasa began a series of tests, asking this and that. Kiyoomi answered impatiently, showing covert hostility towards the former with clipped answers. Now that you’re watching them interact, you think they have the same personality. Just what did Kiyoomi have to do with your mother’s brother? Maybe your family ties were closer than you’ve expected.

“It’s the same case,” the doctor said after a while. “Fatigue and mild arrhythmia…but…”

Arrhythmia? Your eyes landed on Kiyoomi who pretended not to notice your questioning look as he addressed your uncle. “But what?”

“There are so many things I do not know about you as of late,” Tsukasa suddenly said as he was fixing things inside his bag. He glanced at you. “I didn’t realize how much my niece has grown.”

“You’re not exactly ten years, my senior, Doc,” you remarked off-handedly.

He took that good-naturedly then looked at Kiyoomi with an arched brow. “And I did not know you are dating my niece.”

You made sport of the way Tsukasa referred to you.

“I’m not,” Kiyoomi said reluctantly after flashing a hostile look at your direction.

“Then what’s with the insistence for her to stay?” He chuckled. “Quite desperately, too.”

“Uncle,” you interrupted rather firmly, arching a brow at him as you stood up, motioning with your head for him to follow you outside. Although he was annoying the hell out of you by implying that you had a relationship with Kiyoomi, you were keener on knowing what is wrong with him. The doctor was being careful when he said it was ‘the same case,’ and you did not miss how Kiyoomi looked at him.

After bidding Kiyoomi goodbye, Tsukasa followed you out of the room. You closed the door to the bedroom and walked him to the door, asking him about Kiyoomi’s real condition.

“He pretty much suffers from fatigue all the time, balancing his studies and training at his father’s company. He's also showing signs of an imminent cold on top of the usual suspects,” the doctor said.

“Arrhythmia? That concerns itself with the heart, right?”

“Yes, but nothing to worry about. It’s not bad. He’s just always on his toes these days.”

You almost laughed at that. Kiyoomi? On his toes? Why? Of course, you uncle did not fail to notice that and arched a brow at you. He works for the university and yet he doesn’t know what the hell is going on between you and his patient. Of all the things, he suspected that you were dating.

You cleared you throat. “He’s not sick, sick, is he?”

“No. He’s sick somewhere else.” He laughed, but cut himself short when you eyed him quizzically. Obviously, you did not get the joke. He also cleared his throat. “Look, Y/N, I do not know what my sister and your father told you about me, but I’m not so bad.”

“I know. I just don’t…” You sighed. “I’m sorry, Uncle.”

“Don’t call me that. Just Tsukasa is fine.”

You didn’t say anything, suddenly embarrassed about how you acted around him for the past decade.

“It’s obvious you don’t want to have anything to do with me.”

Shrugging, you met your uncle’s gaze for the first time. “That’s the thing. They didn’t tell me anything. I guess we’re just not close and nobody really talks about you.”

He chuckled then, putting on his coat. “You take after your father. Thank goodness you look like my sister.” He patted your head then, withdrawing his hand when you flinched. He eyed you apologetically. “Anyway, please stay with Kiyoomi. He’s not really going to be able to fend for himself today. Just lower his fever when it spikes and give him cold meds. He’s just tired.”

You nodded. “Will do.”

The doctor left after that and you found yourself silently making your way back to Kiyoomi’s room. You found him lying on his side, watching as you entered through the door. He didn't say anything even as you touched his forehead to check if he was still running a fever. He was, so you just took Tsukasa’s advice and decided to stay with him. It wouldn't hurt once. Besides, Kiyoomi owing you sounded beyond interesting.

"You still have fever.”

"You have a knack for pointing out the obvious, too," he commented, looking like he was about to laugh but then started coughing instead.

On instinct, you sat down beside him and started tapping his back. You honestly didn't know what to do so you just did what you know, but he held your hand away. "You might catch my germs," he said when he has calmed down.

"Right." You stood up then, keeping your distance.

"You don't have to be that far," he griped.

Your chuckled nervously. "For good measure?" He rolled his eyes at that. Normally, you would have thrown a shoe at him or something, but he's sick and you’re not that cruel. "Do you want anything?"

He shook his head as he adjusted his position to a more comfortable one.

"I guess you better rest then."

"I will on one condition."

Here we go again. "What condition?"

"When I wake up, you should still be here."

"Seriously?" you snickered at that. He's such a silly person right now.

"Just agree for once, will you?" he said breathlessly. "You're mine for the day, remember?"

That's a nice way to put it. You shrugged and pulled his swivel chair towards the bed then. "Alright. Just rest already."

For the first time that day, Kiyoomi smiled before closing his eyes.

***

For the rest of the day, you stayed by Kiyoomi's side, running here and there to get him whatever he wanted. It was oppressive. After he went to sleep, you called your mother and asked her what you should do with him, mentioning that her dearest brother had been rather vague about the instructions he had given you.

'Why are you obligated to care for some sick person? You should just leave whoever that is under the care of a professional. It's not like you're good at anything concerning the household anyway, much less taking care of a sick person.'

"Wow, thanks, Mom. It's not like you trained me to be actually good at anything else apart from academics!" you retorted, exasperated. "Sakusa and I are supposed to do something else, but he's sick."

'Kiyoomi? Our Omi-Omi?' Her tone suddenly changed. There was that, too. Your mother had nothing but good words to offer where Kiyoomi was concerned. If she doesn't keep pushing you towards the guy, you would have thought she had a huge crush on him. You can't go anywhere to have fun unless you tell her that Kiyoomi would be there.

“Yes, Mother.”

'Take good care of him. I'll e-mail you the instructions. My dear daughter, you should do your best to nurse my future son-in-law back to perfect health. Poor guy.'

"Mom!"

'Don't shout. You will upset him!'

"I'm not even in his room so I can shout all I want. What future son-in-law are you taking about? We're not even friends to begin with." You've had enough of your mother's silliness so you told her to just e-mail whatever she had to and hung up.

Ugh!

She, too, could be so irritating at times. You always lose to Kiyoomi and she wouldn't even take your side for it. 'Remember, it's okay for Kiyoomi to dominate you as long as you come as his close second,' she told you one time when you were so upset and about to throw the towel down. She's just too intent to have you marry the guy in the future like his own father was.

The instructions arrived quicker than what you've expected. It even included a recipe of porridge, but you had no intention to burn his kitchen down so you thought you should just go out and buy everything. He didn't have cooling patches either so you needed to run to the drugstore to get them. You checked on Kiyoomi and saw that he was awake, barely, but his eyes were open.

You stood by his bed and leaned down to check his temperature. He was still too warm. When you were sure that he was aware of your presence, you said, "Hey, I have to go out for a while to get some stuff for you."

As soon as the words left your mouth, he broke into a fit of panic, his dark eyes becoming wide as a mix of resentment and horror etched its way across his face. "No!" he wheezed and pulled you down on the bed. You fell right on top of him, about to get up, but he held you down.

"Ki – Sakusa! I c-can't breathe…" You struggled to get up from the rather awkward position since your face was technically buried against the crook of neck which was slightly moist with sweat. Surprisingly, he smelled so good, like mint and autumn leaves with a hint of rubbing alcohol. What were you thinking? You tried to get up again and only stopped struggling when he finally spoke.

"You can't leave me…" he all but whispered, his hold on you becoming a tad slack, but he was still applying force to keep you with him. "Y-you promised. We had a deal."

"Okay, I get it, Sakusa. Can I at least get up?" you asked, raising yourself slightly, but he shook his head. "You'll leave me if I do."

God, you couldn’t handle his stubbornness. He was worse than a kid throwing a tantrum. "You're being a pain right now. I won't leave you if you don't want me to."

"You're just saying that," he mumbled against your cheek, the way his mouth made contact with your skin making you panic. "You will leave me the moment you get the chance."

"What are you saying?"

"I heard you. You said we're not friends." He's actually sulking over that, but if there was something you couldn't do, it was to lie to him. You relaxed a bit, taking the liberty to ruffle his soft locks, smiling slightly when he leaned to your touch. "We aren't exactly friends, you know. Why would I say otherwise? Maybe you'd call me delusional if I even thought of it."

"You don't want to be with me," he accused.

That's a lie.

"After all the effort I've put in…even asking your annoying uncle for advice…"

"What?"

"Everyone wants us to be together except you."

You didn't know if he was shitting you again or if he was being serious with everything he was saying. If anything, it sounded like a confession, but given the fact that he loved to toy with you regardless of your feelings, you didn't assume anything. They weren't exactly nice words, but you somewhat felt like they were the most pleasant things he said to you.

You frowned at that and heaved yourself up to look at him, but when you did, he was already sleeping. Ah! He's in delirium, huh? You got off him and fixed his blankets, leaving him to sleep. You really had to go out and come back before he wakes up. God, he's such a pain!

You went out to pick up everything he needed when you’re sure he was asleep. Luckily, there were shops where you could get everything just a few blocks from his apartment. You returned after half an hour and prepared his food. You were in the middle of reheating the porridge when the alarm you’ve set for his meds went off. You hurriedly finished off in the kitchen and went to his room to wake him up.

Kiyoomi easily came to consciousness and obediently took the meds, but in the process, he spilled water all over his shirt and blankets. It's added work, but you took his soiled blanket and even gave him a change of clothes, but again, he needed you to dress him. You couldn't quite concentrate on the task, noticing how smooth his skin was and how he fit in the criteria of body built you wanted in your first boyfriend. You mentally smacked yourself for considering such things where he was concerned, but you couldn't help it when he's just too pretty even in his state.

"I'm sorry for making you do this," he said in frustration. "This isn't what I meant when I made that deal with you."

You snickered at that. "It's okay. Your health is more important. Besides, there's still next time," you assured him.

He arched a brow. "You mean that?"

You shrugged. "It's not like I have the power to kick you out of my house when you come unannounced, right?"

He smirked at you then. "Your parents adore me, probably more than you."

You laughed sarcastically at that. "Funny, Sakusa." You stood up and walked out of the room to get the porridge and brought it back to his room. "You have to eat."

He nodded and motioned to sit up, but he was too weak to do even that. You had to hoist him up so he could lean against the pillows and the headboard, oferring him the lap table so he could eat. He did try to lift his arm, but they fell on his sides like limp noodles as quickly as he attempted it.

"Do you need me to feed you?" you asked with a pained expression you tried very much to hide. He's sick and you didn't want him to be upset, too, because of your reluctance, but you couldn't help it after what he said earlier. He didn't seem to have a clue about the matter, too. You hated how composed he is even in such a moment while you’re just losing it all the time.

He nodded then. "Please?"

"Okay." You lifted the spoon and fed him the porridge when it was no longer too hot. It was comical. You’ve never imagined you would be in such a situation with him. He always looked capable of doing whatever by himself and yet there you were.

"How was it?" you asked as he was chewing on the last spoonful.

"Just fine," he answered, his brows knitting together. You hated it when he does that. "You're on edge," he commented then.

You dropped the spoon in the bowl with a disgusting sloppy noise. "I'm fine."

"Are you?" He grinned evilly at you then. He seemed better. "Is my presence that overwhelming?"

You glowered at nothing in particular. "You're this weak and yet you have the guts to say those things."

"I'm just physically ill. It doesn't change anything."

"Yeah, you're still an ass." You shoved the spoon into his mouth, making some porridge drip at the side of his mouth.

He grimaced then. "Look what you did!"

"Look what you made me do!" You reached for some napkin on his bedside table and wiped his mouth with it. "I'm trying my best here. Can you at least be nice to me?"

At that, he laughed weakly. "I'm always nice to you."

"Yeah, if insulting me all the time is nice."

"I don't mean to be mean all the time," he said to you and lifted his hand to touch your hair. "You're just too adorable when you're irritated. I can't help it."

You felt your face heating up. Did he just call me cute? You stared at him in disbelief when that voice in your head said yes. "You're really sick, huh?"

"I'm feeling better."

"So you say."

He rolled his eyes then. "I'm full."

You stood up and took the lap table, putting it on the floor. You gave him water then, not forgetting to hold the glass for him this time. When he was done drinking, you placed it on the tray and brought it to the kitchen, returning to his room right after to find him wrapping the blanket over his back as he sat straight against the headboard.

"Are you cold?" You rummaged through the shopping bags on the floor where you've put the cooling patches and the disposable hand warmers you’ve picked up as well.

Kiyoomi nodded, shivering slightly as he wrapped the blanket tighter around him. You took the bag and sat down before him, giving him the warmers before fixing the blanket around him. He patted the space near him, telling you to move closer. You sat beside him on the bed, tensing up when he suddenly leaned his head on your shoulder, his soft hair brushing against your cheek.

"Thank you, YL/N."

"It's not a big deal.”

"It is to me."

You glanced at him. "Why is that?"

"Because I know you care enough to stay."

That got you to arch a brow at him. What the hell was he talking about? It wasn't as if you didn't care about him. He has been a part of your life for as long as you can remember and you are not insensitive to his presence or anything about him. If anything, your senses seemed to be turned up to eleven where he is concerned, and not that he is sick, I couldn't just be indifferent to him.

"I-it's not that…" You shook your head, unable to focus on what you should say with the way he was staring as if he was seeing right through you. The cocktail of nervousness and excitement as well as the need to prove yourself to him came rushing back again. There was just no winning against this guy even if he was just looking at you. "Do you think I don't care enough for you?"

"I annoy you, that's a sure thing. I don't necessarily see you caring for me except today."

"That's because you never gave me the chance to do that," you retorted. "Look, Sakusa, you always piss me off, and I might actually care if you just tone down a bit on that. Besides, if I didn't care, I wouldn't be here in the first place."

"So you do care for me?" he asked again, looking like he was suppressing a smile.

"Yes. What do you take me for?"

"Do you want an answer to that?" He chuckled then, but you didn't find anything funny.

You pushed him lightly, narrowing your eyes at him. You were getting frustrated. "Yes, actually I do. How exactly do you see me? God, I just want to open your skull and see what is going on inside that brain of yours!"

"You're my rival. Nobody comes close to that, but at the same time…" He sighed then and looked at you intently. "You don't really get it, do you? I mean, I actually said things to you earlier and you still don't get it."

"What?"

"Well, not every person has it all like me."

You chuckled without humor. "Yeah? You're full of yourself as always. What don't I get, huh?"

He ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up. "What am I to you?"

You didn’t know what to say then. You didn't know how to answer his question. What is Sakusa Kiyoomi to you? "You're not my friend."

"No, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm not. I don't want to be your friend." He stared intently at you as he spoke as if he was making you understand something that he is not saying.

"Wow. Okay." That stung.

"What else?"

Your face heated up when you thought of it. "You're my purpose…”

“Huh?” It was his turn to be stunned.

“At least with regard to my studies." You sighed. "I can't explain it, but even if you are not my friend or anything, you give me the drive to do better. I can't deny the fact that I look forward to seeing you all the time because I know I would be able to exceed my expectations of myself by going against you. In the end, it's not enough, but you see, I like where I am now and some credit goes to you for pushing me all the time."

"I don't get it."

You shrugged. "I'm being honest here. It's not like I'm the one confusing people all the time."

"You actually do. At times you smile at me like I can do no wrong, but you would also glare at me as if you want to kill me. There are times when you say things to me but you don't mean them, or maybe you do but you make it seem like you don't. You react to me the way I want you to, but you shoot me down just as quickly. What is it really, YL/N?"

You met his gaze then. He really is handsome even if he looked sallow with sickness. "What do you want it to be?"

"I'll give that decision to you."

"It depends."

"On what?" He seemed to be vexed.

"I don't know."

His eyes turned to slits, but his words were rather contradictory. "What if I tell you I like you?"

Your ears started to get warm and that weird ringing sound invaded your thoughts as you tried to process what he said. "This is hypothetical, right?"

"No."

Your eyes almost bugged out when he said that.

"I like you, YL/N. I don't want to be your friend because I like you more than that. I liked you from the moment I saw you. You just don't see it."

"Kiyoomi, I…"

"You said my name." He smiled then, the lightest tinge of rose touching his cheeks. "You usually don't."

"I don't know why I said it either." You blinked at him. "I think I'm going to freak out now…"

You chuckled nervously when suddenly, you were pushed down on the bed, landing on his pillows which smelled so much like him. Mint and autumn leaves. The sight of the ceiling disappeared, replaced by his face dominating your line of vision as he hovered over you. You flashed him a pained look, feeling your face getting hotter like that time you ran away from him when he tried to kiss you.

"I'm asking you now, YL/N. I like you. Do you like me back?"

"No – yes, er…I don't know." You covered your face with your hands, but he pried it off. You closed your eyes but then peeked at him. "If you're not sick anymore, I'm leaving."

Kiyoomi shrugged, flexing his jaw as if his manly ego was challenged. "I'm still sick. Now answer me properly. Do you like me or not? And if it comforts you, I'm asking if you like me as a man."

"That doesn't comfort me at all."

"L/N Y/N," he hissed. God, he's scary.

You looked at him then and nodded your head slowly. "What's not to like?" you offered.

"Yes or no. I need to hear it."

"Y…" You whined then, kicking your legs underneath him. "Do I have to?"

"Yes. I was honest. It's the least you could do."

Damn it! "Fine! Yes, I like you, Kiyoomi. I do. Are you happy? You won again!"

At that, he broke into that smile that made you feel like the heavens are opening to welcome you to paradise with the angels singing in the background. He sighed and brushed away some locks of hair from your face. "Great. I don't have to go see your blasted uncle to ask for advice."

You made a face at that. "You what?"

"Lame, I know."

"Beyond that, actually."

He pouted. "Hey now! I really wanted to know more about you. Turns out he’s even more clueless."

You giggled at that, poking him on the cheek. "You're silly, Sakusa Kiyoomi."

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm."

He leaned closer then, putting some of his weight on you, but before you could protest, he cupped your face with his hands and stared into your eyes then shifted his gaze lower to your lips. "Can I give you my germs?"

You froze. "N-no – "

"You hesitated." With that, he dipped his lips against yours, lightly pressing and watching your reaction. You couldn't fight it, and when he detected that, his lips started moving, coaxing you to respond. Your heart started pounding and your hands, with a mind of their own, held onto his hair, pulling him closer. His gentle manner and the taste of him made your toes curl and your mind to lose all sense of space and time. It was just Kiyoomi and you.

He pulled back before you were ready making you chase him, pressing your mouth against his, catching him off guard. He was surprised, but he responded to you in kind. This time, Kiyoomi kissed you harder, your breaths meshing until both of you couldn't breathe.

You chuckled at the dazed look about his face when you both pulled away for breath. Kiyoomi then buried his face against the junction of your neck. The tables have turned. You know you got him this time, and as if to confirm your thoughts, he said, "I've totally lost this time."

"I won, huh?"

"You always win where I am concerned, Y/N, but hey, congratulations, I guess?"

You feigned surprise at that. "I think I heard wrong," you said, imitating his tone the previous day. "The Sakusa Kiyoomi actually congratulated me."

He heaved himself up and smirked at you. "Do you want me to make you sicker?" he asked, his eyes fixated on your lips again.

You smirked at him in response, placing a hand on the side of his face. "Bring it on, Sakusa."

-end-

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

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kouomi · 2 years

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Haikyuu boys + colors

Characters: Akaashi Keiji, Suna Rintarou, Sakusa Kiyoomi

A/N: I told y’all I would post! Also love this idea but damn is it hard to find pics

Posted: September 13th 2022, 4:57 AM CT

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Akaashi Keiji

Mineral Green

So calm and quiet, toned down and cool in a way that pacifies everything around him. Green suits him in the way it suits a pine forest; peaceful and serene but so full of life bristling in every detail of it. To the eye, he is cool and collected and the presence that calms everyone else, but within that, he is complex and there is so much life hidden beneath the underbrush.

Suna Rintarou

Tamarillo

This color radiates energy; toned down, but certainly energized beneath that exterior. Dark, but not threatening in a way that’s inviting instead of repelling. The color of passion and stage lights and power. The warmth of red paired with the dimmed aspect embodies him: chill, but ready to reveal the energy coursing through him at any moment.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Lemon Chiffon

Soft and clean. Certainly closed off or isolated and often firm and impenetrable, stern yet somehow simultaneously (and almost unnoticeably) gentle. A warm vintage aspect that makes him seem mature, as if he had lived dozens of lives in one, yet fresh and young. A color of conflicting duality that shouldn’t make sense yet somehow does, because he manages to pull together these differences into something uniquely him.

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kyopmi · 2 years

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cat dad omi would have his cats with him on an editorial photoshoot like,, he's wearing a black suit and tie, sitting on a fancy chair with his legs slightly spread and his elbow on the arm of the chair, head tilted and resting on his hand, his other hand adorned in rings is resting on his thigh dangerously close to his crotch. meanwhile his cat is sitting on his shoulder!! sitting up straight with a diamond collar and they both look like ✨ royalty ✨

#it's all the cat dad omi headcanons getting to me #and making me have ✨thoughts✨#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu headcanon #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu hcs

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zuzuhasablog · 2 years

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♡ HQ First Date

(omi, rin, iwa)

contains : not proofread, aged up, fluff, gn!reader

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

with this man, you're not sure who made the first move. things just kinda went along, and now here you are : on your first official date together as lovers. and from the moment sakusa had picked you up at your doorstep up until now, he hadn't said a word. so you've been trying to make things less awkward with small talk, but God knows sakusa isn't a fan of that—but he still remains silent as you ramble on and on about random things that come to mind, unbeknownst to you and your anxiety that he's secretly stealing glances until the car reaches the restaurant. it's not too fancy, not too cheap, not too crowded, not too empty—perfect choice.

at the moment, you're overwhelmed and overthinking that maybe this isn't going well and that you should leave, but you've already ordered your meals and... well, now you're sitting silently across each other, none of you are distracted, you're just staring at each other in silence—it's like an eye staring contest. “This is... going so awful.” you finally admit. Sakusa doesn't seem to be caught off guard or affected, he simply nods in agreement.

“I don't know how this is any different than our usual hangouts, it feels like we don't know each other—” you continue, but Sakusa interrupts.

“You're pretty.” he mumbles.

“...What?”

Scratching the back of his neck, the young man explains himself. “...I've been.. meaning to say that for awhile now. I'm sorry that my silence made everything awkward.”

“...O— yeah, no, it's fine—” you chuckle as you look at the ceiling and put your hands on your chest as you let out a relieved sigh, and whisper. “thank you.”

SUNA RINTAROU

you and suna had been official for awhile now, but you've never been on a real date. so, suna, being the person he is, asked you out on an amusement park date on a windy Friday afternoon. you, being the person you are, obviously agree to this date and are awfully excited about it. when you two meet up at a diner, you first order a small snack before going to the amusement park, and much to your surprise, it wasn't awkward at all! everything was going well, Suna stealing as much photos of you as he can, even having you model for some.

doing everything anyone does at an amusement park, and it never getting old is as amazing as anything can get, especially when you're with someone you like—gosh, you sound like a teenager again. as the sun finally sets, you two follow suit, and are taking your rest along with it as you sit on a bench together eating ice cream. “Wait, pause, you look perfect right now—” Suna says as he takes out his camera. “Hm?” you cluelessly ask as you stare at him. “Oh—” you immidiately going back to eating your ice cream for the photo. “No, no, look at me, that was perfect—” you turn to look at him, confused. he snaps the photo and shows it to you.

“...you dingus.” you say, disappointed, as you wipe the ice cream off of your forehead, Suna laughing in the background and both of you having no idea how it got there, what's important is that now, it's gone. after the amusement park, the two of you head toward the last destination of your date—a VIP bar. it's silent, calm, air conditioned and it's where you can get a real breather. this is probably the first time you've been to the bar with a boyfriend, besides the fact that you've been to a bar many times with suna, this is the first with a label. you stare at him as he silently drinks his scotch, and you turn to your own drink, sighing before getting off of your seat. “I'm going to the bathroom.” you mumble, and you can see him stare at you before nodding as you walk past him and into the restroom.

In the restroom, you fix yourself up to look more appealing and feel more refreshing—reapplying some perfume/cologne, especially after all the sweaty crowds you've been in. you lick your lips and get ready to go back out there. seeing suna in the same spot, you awkwardly return and sit next to him. “...hey.” he says, not turning to look at you, you turn to look at him, and then he turns to look at you before capturing your lips in a slow peck, and you're taken aback for a moment—“your face has had 'kiss me' written all over it all day.” he mumbles.

perhaps all he needed was to take is a drink to get to the next step.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

your first date isn't awkward at all, you two had been hanging out for years, and after he asked you out you thought “why the hell not?” and if it doesn't work out, it won't be awkward or sappy, you're just two friends who tried something and it hadn't worked out that way. so, the classic, he pulls up to your house, you open the door, he says “you look... good.” and you say “thanks.” you go into his car, he drives to his “surprise” destination while you two discuss the billions of other galaxies out there while here everyone is worrying about taxes, and finally, you two are at a traditional Japanese restaurant.

apparently, iwaizumi somehow got to book a vip room where it would only be the two of you, away from all customers. you two sit down on the floor and make yourselves at home as you order some meals, you commenting about how “it feels like my childhood” and iwaizumi silently chuckling and agreeing to your statement. it feels right—comfortable, being around him. you could imagine a future with him right now, but you won't, that's... weird.

“hey, there's a cat out there–” he whispers as he points out the open shoji where a cat had been walking by, and stopped midway to look at the two of you. iwaizumi is the type to claim he's a dog person, but really likes cats. you laughed to yourself as you silently watched the man—mesmerized by the beauty of another mere living organism of a giant universe. he turns to look at you. “how are you not looking at the cat right now?” you shake your head and stare at him. “I'd rather look at you.”

iwaizumi deadpans.

“that was... surreal.”

you laugh together. “I agree, I could've done so much better than that.”

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omi-boshi · 17 days

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"Hey, Kiyoomi-kun!" Shion yells from the open door leading to the locker rooms, voice a little breathless. "Your phone rang." Kiyoomi quirks an eyebrow in curiosity. There's still 15 minutes left of their break and truthfully, Kiyoomi is not inclined to leave the comfortable position he's resting in: sat on the floor, legs stretched out in front of him as he caught his breath. Still, he rises to his feet and ambles towards the locker room. Kiyoomi typically has his phone on Do Not Disturb. If anyone's messaging him at this time, it could only be one person: you. He thumbs his phone open; the screen flashes with a photo of you and him from your most recent anniversary, before he clicks on the message that, just as he guessed, came from you.

It's a video.

For a moment, he considers saving it for later just in case it ends up being racier than what's acceptable to play in public but the motion blur from the thumbnail suggests otherwise. Besides, it's barely past 5PM, you're only on the way home at this time.

Ultimately curiosity gets the better of him and he plays the video without further ado.

"Hey, babe!" Your voice crackles through the speaker. In the video, you're running. The backdrop is the familiar landscape of the neighborhood you both reside in.

"This is proof that I would never try to bring home a stray dog." You look off to the side, the camera tilting with the motion and showing the dog that's running alongside you. "See, Kiyoomi!" You look towards your phone. Despite doing your utmost at feigning disappointment and concern at being followed, your giddiness bleeds through your voice and it's enough to pull a smile out of Kiyoomi.

"See! I'm running! I'm running away from you!" Your voice lowers in volume as you direct your words to the dog. It's immediately followed by, "Come on, buddy! Come on— Go away!" You say the last part to the camera. Eyes wide, as if you were looking directly at Kiyoomi and convincing him in person.

Kiyoomi falters at the way you try your damndest to tamp down your grin, the faux disappointment coming back as you address him through the video. His grin widens.

"What are you doing? Go away!" You turn to the dog. "I said run— run away—come on, come on—Run, buddy—Run away!"

As you grow increasingly breathless, Kiyoomi's amusement crests, sending him into fits of laughter that catch the attention of everyone within the vicinity. His laughter continues as he watches you run with this dog, at one point, even waving it over when it strays too far.

By the time the video abruptly cuts off, the fatigue Kiyoomi felt from practice is replaced by this warmth in his chest brought about by your valiant attempt at not leading a stray dog into your home. When his laughter subsides, Shoyo bounds over towards him, curious at what has the reclusive spiker so amused. "You seem happy, Omi-san. Any good news?" Kiyoomi spares him a glance, laughter dying down, and a soft quirk to his lips that Shoyo has learned can only be pulled out of him by you. "Yeah... I think we're getting a dog."

(based on this silly little video)

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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very random hcs that i have for hq characters

sakusa kiyoomi , suna rin , atsumu miya

sakusa kiyoomi loves bubble wrap. as a kid whenever his mother would open packages he’d immediately go and snatch up the wrap and pop it as he watched tv. now as an adult, when opening his own packages you see him completely by passing the product in the box at first and taking a fist of the wrap - squashing it all at once - and pausing.he’s still with the wrap balled in his fist. it’s like his brain is soaking it in. once he’s done , he will proceed with his package.

sakusa kiyoomi has a thing for long eyelashes. he himself has long, thick lashes. they’re very curly and hard not to notice. he always feels when one falls and he always. makes. a . wish. on. it. he’ll hold the small hair on his large finger, muttering under his mask and then lifting the mask to blow it. when he met you, he’s always quick to chime a ,” oh , you have a lash,” and he carefully takes it in his hand so you can blow it with a wish.

sakusa kiyoomi cries when he expresses his feelings. personally, i do this too and it comes from two things . first being that because he doesn’t do it often, it really overwhelms him when it bubbles over and second being that he doesn’t understand why he can’t articulate how he feels. it’s very frustrating for such an intellectual person to not be able to understand how he feels. so when he vents - he ponders for a bit, he may even stutter and his voice becomes thin, weak like glass. tears wash over his pretty lash line and spill when you tell him to take his time. it’s a very difficult thing to take dow his walls, and he cannot help but to be super emotional when doing so.

sakusa kiyoomi - does in fact- not smell like sanitiser ; but very strong lavender AND HEAR ME OUT N O W.

my first point of reasoning is that kiyoomi likes clean things, he likes feeling clean and smelling clean. his sister has a lavender tree at her home and he once grabbed some, the feeling of the liquid held in the leaves on his fingers. he brought it up to his nose and he was inlove. immediately got his own and got EVERYTHING lavender scented.

second point, kiyoomi is a pisces and he’s going to be inclined to feeling anxious a lot. he doesn’t like crowds. lavender is used commonly for anxiety relief and relaxation. kiyoomi tries to make it as strong as possible so that he can simply sniff his jacket if he’s feeling too overwhelmed. it’s a big comfort to him.

suna rin has an abnormally high body temperature. it’s mainly because of his high metabolism, but really he can’t explain it. he can’t wear anything warm and he always takes off his school blazer five minutes into registration. when you first felt his hand, you were severely taken aback by the feverish warmth of it. you asked if he was sick and he shook his head in confusion. you felt his neck, his forehead- same story. rin was just extremely warm. he loves putting his warm palms up your sides or on your cheeks, squishing them together and placing fat kisses on them. he’s your personal heater - and although he gets quite bothersome during summer- he will not be considerate. despite your pleas of “ rin, you’re hot-”,” oh? thanks , babe, but it’s bedtime-”,“get off me.” he will not move. he wants his cuddles.

suna rin doesn’t like babies. he likes kids, not babies. he will straight up say that a baby is ugly if provoked. even unprovoked too😭. will straight out say ‘ damn, that’s an ugly ass child’ earning glares from everyone around you. it’s funny , for the most part , how his words contradict with his actions . said ‘ugly ass child’ is in his arms a few moments later and he looks as if he was born to hold it. he peers down at the babe affectionately, cooing at it, and when you’re alone with the baby he musters ,” aren’t you the ugliest little thing?” in the sweetest voice he can. you nearly choke on your laughter, slapping his arm and telling him to quit it. still thinks the kid is ugly.

suna rin got the habit of taking pictures of everything from his mother. she loves capturing moments and even as a child she’d often take pictures of him doing mundane things such as playing with his baby sister or talking to his dad. rin grew up with the sentiment because he always wanted to remember little things for entertainment and the fondness of the memory. he takes candid pictures of you, sneezing or sleeping even, his answer to your many enquiries have the same answer : “ i never wanna forget anything that happens when i’m with you. “ for a second you think someone’s taken your actual boyfriend, but when he scoffs at your warm cheeks- calling you a simp- you’re sure he’s just the sweetest person you’ve ever met naturally .

atsumu miya is scared of butterflies. he thinks their little legs are absolutely horrific , and they’re basically flying ants. when his family visited the butterfly farm years ago, they put one on his palm and he immediately burst into tears. he shook his hand to remove it and when his mother calmed him down he explained that ,” it jus’ feels so icky, ma! they’re gross!” and he NEVER spoke of it again. whenever you see a butterfly and grab your phone for a picture, he grimaces. “ why do you like those ugly things, babe? they’re fuckin’ awful.” he mutters to you. you give him a bored look, and retort quickly ,” you mean you’re awful- and you have no balls an-“,” heYY WATCH IT!”

atsumu miya is the hairiest man you’ll ever meet. it’s just everywhere. thick, dark brown hair coats his arms, legs, chest at a young age, he has a wild happy trail and his eyebrows are extremely thick. they used to be very unkept until highschool , when he was made fun of for both his eyebrows and trail- so he shaved them. in college he became less self conscious, and you started tweezing his brows for him. he would sit you on his lap, watching you focus and yelping every few minutes. “ ah- baby, gentle with me now,” he whines softly.you mutter a small apology and rub the now hairless spot, to which he hums and holds your waist tighter.

atsumu miya is a daddy’s boy. he’s so close with his father it’s crazy. his mother tended to side with osamu, and she was the one who taught him to cook, so atsumu just leaned towards his dad. of course, the man never minded it and took in all the love his son had to give. they spoke about everything, and on his dad’s 70th birthday atsumu had gotten him a new car. there was a letter on the front seat that read ,” i could never give back what you did for me, papa, but i’ll try anyways. just know that when i’m workin’ hard , i’m tryin’ ta be like you.” they both cried that day. it was beautiful.

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yenqa · 23 days

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firsts

synopsis — sakusa and you have never had a conversation, and honestly you’re terrified of the man. but one conversation turns out to be many more of your firsts with sakusa.

warnings — reader is scared of men LMFAO, not really any

pairing — sakusa x implied fem!reader

wordcount — 710

a/n — happy birthday to himm! also my first hq post in a while OOPS also not proofread sorry!

You’ve never really talked to Sakusa.

You had been the manager of the volleyball team since your first year–and you had known him since then, but for some reason, you haven’t talked to him unless it’s volleyball related.

In fact–you don’t think you’ve ever had a conversation with him. But there's a first for everything, right?

Itachiyama has made it to nationals (not like it’s a surprise), and everyone has just arrived. The room continues to fill with people you don’t know, so you decide it’s best to stick with your team so you don’t get lost.

Well apparently that was a horrible idea to everyone else. Because you’ve lost everyone but Sakusa.

And you’re terrified. Surrounded in a room full of men you don’t know sounded like your worst nightmare, and you were living it currently.

Frantically scanning the room for anyone that’s not Sakusa, you somehow can’t spot any of the familiar bright yellow and green jackets your team is wearing.

Everyone knows that Sakusa doesn’t like to be bothered. But when you make eye contact with him, you change your expression to a way where he understands you’re pleading for help.

And he nods once.

Your mouth breaks out into a smile, and you shimmy your way to the crowd. Letting out a sigh of relief–you lean on the wall for support, muttering a small thank you to Sakusa.

You don’t expect him to say anything back, but you can hear his muffled voice say, “You okay?”

Tilting your head slightly up to make eye contact with him, you smile as you say, “Yeah–I’m fine. Are you nervous?”

You’re not sure why you ask the question, he probably doesn’t want to be bothered. I mean–you were still kind of shocked that he let you even be near him.

“Not really. Are you?”

You’re even more shocked when he continues the conversation. You’d expect he’d be the most rude person if he didn’t want to talk. “I-uhm I am a little bit. But we’re exempt from playing today right?”

Yeah–this definitely is the first and last conversation you’ll ever have with him.

He nods.

Then it’s silent.

Surprisingly, the silence isn't the most awkward thing you’ve experienced. It feels as if you’re just two people co-existing.

You watch as everyone excitedly hugs each other or glares at their next opponent. One person even tries to rile up the other, eliciting a small chuckle from you.

From the corner of your eye you can tell he’s curious, but he hasn’t said anything yet. This time, you take initiative to point at the players, also describing the jacket colors.

And you swear you can hear him laugh.

Not a full–hearty laugh obviously, but a small chuckle. A quiet one that you don’t even notice. But it’s definitely the first time you’ve heard him do anything resembling a laugh.

“You laughed.” You blurt out, before you even realize.

He furrows his brows, “I did.”

Your eyes widen, “Sorry–oh my gosh, it’s just the first time I’ve heard your laugh before, Sakusa-san. I swear I didn’t mean it like that–you just have a nice laugh–”

And now he’s actually laughing–like not even hard to hear.

He’s laughing, he’s hunched over, shaking and clutching his stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more mortified in your life.

“It wasn’t that funny was it?” You ask, a frown on your face.

Sakusa catches his breath, “Funnier than any of the jokes Komori tries to make.”

“There wasn’t even a joke! And I happen to like the jokes he makes!”

“Only if you’re sick in the head.”

You scoff at his remark, “Wow, Sakusa-san, you’re very hard to please.”

“Kiyoomi.”

“Another complaint?” You tease, trying to play dumb at what he’s trying to imply.

“Call me Kiyoomi.”

You can feel heat rush to your cheeks, you tuck your hair back behind your ear and mutter, “Okay, Kiyoomi.”

And even though he’s wearing a white mask, you swear you can see his eyes crinkle and you can assume the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly.

You’ve had many firsts with Sakusa today. This is the first time you’ve seen him smile–just maybe next time he’ll do it while his face is fully shown.

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

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gabseyoo · 11 months

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WASTE OF LIPSTICK — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: female reader, established relationship, fluff. word count: 0,7k.

note: soft sakusa is my religion.

Sakusa Kiyoomi had a reputation for being serious, collected, competitive, honest and even a little intimidating— well, too intimidating.

Many say he’s even scary.

You couldn’t agree more, indeed, he was all that. Your boyfriend’s reputation doesn’t come from nowhere, right?

But that’s the Kiyoomi that the public knew. The Kiyoomi you knew was nothing like what they thought he was, in fact, he was someone completely different.

Your Kiyoomi was someone kind, funny and even somewhat corny. He was someone who planned the most memorable dates, was always spoiling you, had a picture of you as his wallpaper, wore his promise ring every day, gave you lots of cute petnames and—believe it or not—sent kisses at the end of every phone call when he’s away.

It’s not like he hid how he acted with his girlfriend, which is why so many of his acquaintances were surprised by how much he softened when it came to you, and honestly, that’s one of the many things you loved about him.

You didn’t know why those kinds of thoughts about your boyfriend’s not-so-hidden sweet side were going through your head right now, maybe it was because if someone when you first met the intimidating Sakusa Kiyoomi had told you that someday he’d be your boyfriend and you’d be here, straddling his lap with him lying in the comfort of your bed and he would have a face full of red lipstick stains that you had spread on his smooth skin, you wouldn’t have believed them.

“This is a waste of lipstick.”

You chuckled at your boyfriend’s sudden words that broke the comfortable silence.

“I know.” You pushed aside a strand of hair on his forehead to leave a kiss there and smiled before leaving another on his temple, decorating his skin with new red marks. “But it’s worth it, you look pretty.”

Kiyoomi smiled.

“Do I?” He placed his hand behind your head, stroking your skin in a soothing manner as he looked lovingly into your eyes, and you swore that at that moment it was as if you fell in love with him all over again for the thousandth time.

A sincere smile appeared on your lips and you responded with a small mhm as you brought your face close to his until your noses brushed.

“I think you look pretty too.” Kiyoomi whispered before joining your lips in a kiss.

With his hand on the back of your neck he put a little more pressure to deepen the kiss and the other did the same on your lower back, you buried yours in his dark curls. It was romantically slow, you both just enjoyed the feel of each other’s lips.

It wasn’t until you needed a breath of air that you broke away, but not before giving him a little peck.

You supported yourself on your hands on either side of his head and looked down at your boyfriend, letting out a giggle when you saw that his mouth was completely smeared with red. You thought about commenting on it, but he beat you to it.

“Your mouth is all messy now.” He gently took you by the chin and his thumb wiped under your lips, you knew that this action had surely smeared the lipstick more instead of cleaning it, but you didn’t mind in the least. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You kissed his finger in reassurance before asking, “Ready for round two, Omi?”

“I’m all yours, baby.” He stated, putting his hands behind his head to make himself comfortable on your pillow.

“I like that.” You sat up straight again on his lap and picked up the red lipstick you had left on your nightstand.

Kiyoomi watched with a smitten smile how you applied more lipstick on your lips, getting ready for another round of kisses that he was more than willing to receive.

“You still think this is a waste of lipstick?” You questioned as you leaned in to leave a kiss on his jaw

“Maybe.”

You gasped dramatically and Kiyoomi let out a chuckle.

“But I always can buy you more, you know.” He added and took your hand in his to leave a kiss on your knuckles. “As long as you waste it on me.”

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ichigoromi · 11 months

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𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭 | 𝐋𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

It's been a long time since I've written a Sakusa piece, and I kind of got a little crazy with it.

Judging by the title, it's not your usual fluff.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi (timeskip) x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre(s): tragedy, angst

Warning(s): terminal illness, reader's death, lots of sad stuff.

Please proceed with caution.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

“Kiyoomi, let’s break up.”

On the seventh anniversary of our relationship, I decided to break it off with the man that I once decided that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I knew he would propose to me in that fancy restaurant that would have taken months to get a reservation to go in. I even know that he got my dream ring because he hid it in the drawer of his socks compartment.

I broke it off with him because I want him to resent me.

I want him to resent me to the point that he does not want to remember me or forgets all about me.

Why?

He deserves someone better than me because I am a bad person.

After the dinner date, I successfully stopped the proposal and ditched him there and spend the night at a cheap motel. No matter how many times he called or messaged, I ignore all of it. I deleted all the photos we shared together in my phone, so that I will not regret what I am going to do for the next few months.

This was killing me on the inside but I have to do this.

On the first day of post breakup, I packed up all my stuff and send it back to my childhood home back in Okinawa. I wanted to throw all of our pictures hanging around our home, but I want to give him the honours of destroying our happy memories.

I quit my job in Osaka and left for Okinawa. On the same day, the news article of our breakup was released. I felt some weight lifted from my heart. At least he accepted it.

During my first week back, it finally hit me. I broke up with the love of my life. I cried every night to sleep. It was painful, harsh and torture to sleep by myself but it was all of a choice made by myself.

As I was not working anymore, I had more time to spend with my family and helped out with the family small yet bustling inn that was filled with tourist.

Weeks turned into months and it was time for my family to know the truth. It was the first time I saw my tough bear papa bawled like a baby that day. I felt bad but the truth was going to come out sooner or later.

Every evening, either my mother or father would bring me to the beachside for a light walk. They say it was for my own good, but I know they are just worried about me. I guess I should not let them worry more.

Instead of going out for one of my usual night walks, I asked them to give me some privacy.

I prepared three envelopes and begin writing.

Oh, it’s not some love letters. It was my will. One for my parents, another for…him and another one for our baby girl. I used to be a lawyer, so this was a piece of cake for me. Who am I kidding? It’s never easy. I’ve tried written my wills a thousand times but I could not do it.

It kind of seals the deal that I am going to die.

When I received my diagnosis, it was a nightmare in disguise. I was 18 weeks along and…I have cancer. A terminal one at that. Life sure loves me…huh. I have already started on chemo, since I have passed the danger zone but I have lost all my hair.

I hope my baby girl gets her daddy’s luscious dark curls. How do I know if it’s a girl? I just know in my gut feeling that it will be a girl.

Besides, I hope my baby girl looks like him, I don’t want to leave another piece of me behind for him.

This is torture.

Why is life so unfair? I just wanted to be a good lawyer, get married to the love of my life and have children with him. Is it so difficult for me to live a normal life?

But I am glad to see him moving on. I recently read on an article that he was spotted on a date with one of the famous actresses that my mother probably watches.

I am happy for him. Truly, I hope he lives his life for himself and not for me.

My doctors told me that I will be able to carry my baby to full term and that was all I need. I hate chemo but I needed to do it for my baby girl.

There could be a change of events cause Mama’s body is very sick, so I am going to name you Miyuu.

I am going to add in the will in case someone objects to your name.

When my friends flew into Okinawa to see me, they all broke down and bawled like babies. Do I look that terrible? Guess I don’t have the pregnancy glow that most pregnant ladies have.

And yes, I am having a baby girl. My chemo treatment has stopped as we have about eight more weeks to my delivery date.

Everyone was updating on how their life has gone and then they told me about him too.

I am glad that he is moving on well with his life.

That is all that matter, his happiness.

As long he is happy, I can leave this world happily.

I hear the beeping of the machine and my shallow breathing in the oxygen mask that helps to breathe better. I felt my bump weakly and relaxed when I heard the strong heart beating of my baby girl.

Miyuu, darling, I’m sorry that mummy got sick before you came out to this beautiful world.

I hope you are as healthy as your father, but not the anal person like him. Be more like mummy and make more friends.

But don’t lie to your loved ones like mummy. Always be truthful.

I know you will grow up and be loved by everyone.

Mummy is going to take a rest now, my sweet darling, be safe and healthy.

“Code blue!”

The flatline, the dreaded beep sounds, the anxiety and helpless of not being able to do anything. The doctors tried their best to stabilise the mother but it was no use. She was gone at the age of 28, and now they have to save the baby in her too.

They promised the young lady that they would save this baby of hers no matter what.

“Call the OBGYN, Paediatric surgeons and book the operation theatre. We have to deliver this baby now. I will inform the family.”

It was all too soon for the family but time was of the essence.

After losing his only daughter, now they have to pray for their granddaughter.

With shaky hands, he signed the form. The form to save his granddaughter but nothing could bring back his daughter. His precious girl that he raised for 28 years old, passed before him.

“Please…please tell me I’m not too late. No…Wait, what is going on?”

Kiyoomi lets out a shaky breath as he slowly approaches the glass window, and saw it all. Your lifeless body lying in there, while the doctors were prepping to go in for an urgent surgery. The baby bump broke him.

Your father wrapped his arms around the tall volleyball player and no words were needed.

He did not even say his last words or even spend your last moments together.

Without a care in the world, he cried in your father’s arms. He was too late, to hold you in his arms, to say I love you for the last time.

At least you did fulfil one of the promises that you make together, half of it, was to build a family with him.

Every second was agonising as they waited outside the operation theatre. Kiyoomi refused to rest until he knows his baby girl was out safe and he just wanted to hold your hand for the last time.

All this time, you were suffering and he was oblivious to it.

“Babe, it’s so painful. Why didn’t you tell me that you were suffering? Just how much pain were you in? I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

His siblings who flew down with him, could only wrapped their arms around him and comfort him.

[Two months later…]

After putting Miyuu to sleep, Kiyoomi went into your study room. He took a deep breath as he sat down in front of your table. The graduation photo that you took together was still on the table.

And the three envelopes.

He traced your handwriting on the envelope fondly and opened the content.

It was a letter.

Hi babe, can I still call you that after our breakup?

I know what I did was brutal because I want you to resent me. Resent me to the point that you hate seeing my name or remembering me. Forget me all…but I guess you couldn’t since you opened this letter. I wrote my name especially big on this envelope because I hope my name repels you but if you’re here, I’m glad.

My diagnosis was not in our plans at all and I was pregnant. I knew if I told you, you will drop everything and spend your time with me. I am going to die. I don’t want you doing that and regretting it. That’s why I planned the breakup and hiding from you.

When I saw your news of you dating again, I thought, I’m happy that he’s moving on.

But I’m not. I miss you so much. I want to hug and kiss you or get my daily cuddles. There is a lot more that I want to do with you Mimi but I don’t have the time. I hate it so much but I regret this. I love you so much, never once did I forget about our time together.

Please don’t forget about me. I really love you so much that I don’t want you to know that I die, but you were there? Weren’t you?

I’m sorry babe that you have to experience this.

Kiyoomi, take care of our baby girl, Miyuu. I gave her that name because you’re horrible with names! I love you so much.

With lots of love,

Your First and Last Love of Your Life.

P.s – Check the second drawer for a usb drive.

He wipes his tears and looked for the usb that you have left for him. It was his usb that you ‘borrowed’ from him during your second year of university and never gave it back.

It was videos.

But there was one that you titled it as ‘WATCH THIS FIRST’.

He clicked on it and it was you before you started on your chemo treatment.

“Erm…Hi Mimi. This is a little awkward but I wanted to film this before I start my treatment…so before I turned ugly. I’m sorry for everything, from hiding this and our baby.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes became teary as he watches you wiped your tears away.

“I don’t want to die but I guess it’s inevitable? I love you so much that even words can’t express how much I love you. Since I’m dying soon, I love you more, ‘kay? Please take care of my parents after I’m gone. I have kept my recipe books at the highest shelf where I keep my secret stash of chocolate, so cook those for our daughter.

I didn’t throw out any of our memories. It’s at Mika’s house. I couldn’t do it, so go and take it back.

Our little girl here, I hope that she looks like you but you probably wish that she looks like me, right?

Babe, I wished I had a time machine and went back to the time where I took my health seriously but I guess this is fate too.

Sakusa Kiyoomi, it was an honour to be loved by you in this life. If you don’t mind, can we meet again in our next life? In our next life, please marry me.

I love you so much and I’m sorry.”

And the video ends.

“In the next life, I will make sure we meet again, fall in love and get married and do all the things that we missed in this life. Why are you always right, she does looks like you. Our baby girl, she’s like you. I love you so much, so please let me come to you in the next life.”

For the first time after the birth of his daughter, he smiled for the first time.

This was written after the movie, More Than Blue. I got lots of inspiration from it and I hope you guys enjoyed it.

Stay safe and healthy,

With love,

Rosalie🍓

©️ ICHIGOROMI — Please do not plagiarise my work or re-edit and repost as your own.

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the popular fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a little angst.

notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

dear future husband m.list // hq. masterlist.

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”

You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”

“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”

You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”

The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.

After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.

Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”

“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.

“Four months engaged.”

“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.

“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.

The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.

You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”

“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.

“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”

“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”

Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”

“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”

“Oh?”

He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.

You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”

Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”

You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.

“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”

His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”

He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”

The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”

“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”

“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”

“He’s got nice hair!”

You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.

You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.

“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”

Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”

You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”

“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.

Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”

“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.

“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”

“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.

“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”

You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”

“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.

“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”

“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.

Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.

“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.

“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”

“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”

“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.

“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.

“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.

You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.

But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.

It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.

You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.

MORISUKE YAKU.

“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”

“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”

“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.

“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”

You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.

“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”

The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.

“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”

Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.

“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”

“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.

After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”

You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.

“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”

You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”

He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.

“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”

You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”

“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”

You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”

“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”

You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.

“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”

You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.

“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”

You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”

“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”

Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.

You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.

“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.

“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”

“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”

Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”

“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”

“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”

Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”

The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”

His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.

“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.

“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”

Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”

You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”

Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.

Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”

Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.

“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.

“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”

Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”

“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”

Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.

“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.

Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.

“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”

You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.

“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.

Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”

Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.

“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”

He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.

“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.

Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.

“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.

Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.

The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.

A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.

The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.

Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.

Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.

Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”

“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”

You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”

The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.

“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”

You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.

“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”

Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”

After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.

“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.

You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”

Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.

“Wait, what—”

“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.

He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.

Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.

“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.

“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”

“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”

“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”

“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.

“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.

“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.

He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.

“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”

The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.

“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”

“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.

He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”

“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”

“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.

“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.

With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.

“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”

“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.

“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.

“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.

It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.

Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.

As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.

Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.

The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.

“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..”

“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol in your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”

“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.

You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”

He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.

Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.

“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”

“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”

The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.

“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”

You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”

You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.

Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.

You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.

Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.

But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.

“Are you two ready to play?”

Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.

“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”

“It’s her choice if she wants to answer or drink.” The director answers.

Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.

The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.

“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.

“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”

Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”

“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”

“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”

“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”

“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”

You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”

He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”

You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.

“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.

“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”

“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.

“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”

“Tobio!”

He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”

Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”

Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.

If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.

“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”

Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.

“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”

After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.

“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”

His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”

He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“

“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”

Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”

He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.

Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.

“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.

“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”

Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”

“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”

Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.

“I understand.”

Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.

He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.

“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?”

“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”

Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”

You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”

“Well thank you then, love.”

One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.

“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”

Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.

One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.

“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”

You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.

“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”

Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”

“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”

Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”

“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”

“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”

“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”

Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.

Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.

It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.

And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.

All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.

He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.

Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.

It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.

The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.

Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while separated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.

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