#based off of that one scene in olivie blake’s alone with you in the ether cause i fucking LOVE that book

[saintkeiji]

11:48 / SAKUSA KIYOOMI

letting you into his apartment was precisely the conundrum sakusa wasn’t expecting himself to let go of.

he preferred his privacy over others, especially with those he dated–often suggesting to go over to their place instead of his.

it simply wasn’t a reason of his apartment being filthy. if anything, it’s the exact opposite. those friends of his, when they first met you, had joked that he was a germaphobe that disliked the idea of letting others into the confines of his home. rather, letting you into his apartment meant that you were officially part of his life, letting you roam freely in the sanctuary he felt most like himself.

because you were his.

now, sakusa preferred you to be here with him. he liked the idea of you waiting for him in his bed, or you humming an al green song in the kitchen early in the morning and wearing his shirt from the night before.

you and sakusa had just come back from filling your stomachs to the brim with brunch foods and bottomless mimosas. while admiring your boyfriend in the midst of the crowded breakfast diner, you couldn’t help but notice the way he swiped the curling dark brown lock from his forehead as he ate.

it was then you had the groundbreaking idea of cutting his hair for him.

you were only half-joking when you mentioned it to him, expecting a chuckle and a firm rejection of the offer, but it seemed as if he was genuinely okay with it.

“where’s your shaver?” you asked as you bent down, shuffling through his messy sink cabinet. “is that what it’s called?”

“how am i supposed to trust you in cutting my hair if you don’t even know the proper name for it?” sakusa hums, teasingly, broad shoulder leaning against the door frame.

you feign a roll of your eyes, scouring the cabinet before letting out an inaudible cheer. grabbing the clippers, you stand up and close the cabinet doors. you wave the tool in your hand like a trophy.

“it can’t be worse, honestly.” you say, making a double take on the curly mess of a mop on his head. “okay, take off your shirt.”

sakusa’s eyes widened you slightly, making a face with it. he knew what you meant, but the tease force itself out between his lips before he could stop himself. “there are easier ways to ask for sex, you know.”

“that’s not what i meant,” you rolled your eyes for real this time. you couldn’t avoid the way your cheeks heated up as he complies.

in one swift movement, sakusa pulled his shirt off his body. you had to hold yourself back from repeating last night’s activities of wandering hands all over his milky smooth skin as he did so. you swear you could still see the faint scratch marks of your nails just below his shoulder blades.

you smirk to yourself when he seated himself upon the tiny stool you dragged into the cramped bathroom. he was low enough to just be at the height of your shoulders as he stares at you through the mirror. eyes steady and almost admiring each and every movement you make.

sakusa watched as you pick up a pair of scissors, watched as you had the slightest frown of concentration on your face, watched as your carefully looked at each lock to snip off.

your hand rested on his shoulder, thumb drawing a slow but gentle line from the nape of his neck until it reached his hair.

sakusa allowed himself to relax into your touch, feeling each and every soothing point of contact as his eyes closed.

when he opened his eyes, his gaze met yours through the mirror. he had to fight the urge to turn around and kiss you right then and there. but you broke the connection to focus back onto his hair.

your movements were methodical as you started trimming. sakusa was too busy watching the way your eyebrows furrow in the slightest way or to how cute he found your tongue peeking out from the corner of your lip to notice you were finished.

his fixation was pulled from him when you stepped back and met his gaze again through the reflection.

sakusa’s hair was short enough to barely noticeable, but was functionally better. the dark brown curls were away from his eyes and forehead.

“there,” you murmur, hand combing through his hair slowly.

sakusa leaned his head back against your torso, sliding a hand behind him and curling his fingers around the back of your knee.

“now i can see your handsome face again.”

#SCREAMING #based off of that one scene in olivie blake’s alone with you in the ether cause i fucking LOVE that book #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenario #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa oneshot #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa scenario #msby sakusa #hq sakusa #sakusa drabble