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omi-boshi · 2 years

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big scary olympic athlete sakusa kiyoomi yelling for you in the other room with so much urgency you find yourself rushing over in worry thinking he got into an accident. only to see your big scary olympic athlete husband crouching on the chair with his eyes tracking the movement of a tiny cockroach. "please help me," he would plead breathlessly, hands posed to shield himself from the offensive bug and you would be rolling your eyes in fond exasperation as you make your way over.

"it's just a tiny bug, omi. it's not gonna kill you." you'd say, about to stomp on the tiny cockroach when it suddenly jerks and flies directly towards you. it's almost hilarious how the color drains so fast from both your faces - if only it wasn't a life or death situation. both of you scream in unison and with the adrenaline pumping through your veins, you run up to kiyoomi and he immediately catches you with a grunt before he starts sprinting all the way out of the room, both of you spitting out strings of curses in your panic.

he brings you both to the couch and now, it's you and your big scary olympic athlete husband clutching each other for dear life, as you argue over who's going to kill the big scary cockroach.

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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long term boyfie! kiyoomi who’s now off- season and at home a lot more, who dreads when you leave for work.

“do you prefer your sandwiches cut diagonally?”kiyoomi hollers from the kitchen. you huff as you try to preen your blazer correctly, toddling downstairs to answer him. a pretty pink apron adorns his toned figure, “ anything, kiyo,” you sigh grabbing your bottle. he doesn’t miss your dismissive tone - but says nothing. “ do you want grapes? and they’re the green ones, i know you like-,” ,” kiyoomi , i’m going to work. not a field trip.” you deadpan.

your raven haired lover pouts with his back turned to you, and as he packs up your lunch he moves toward you. smoothing your hair and softly squeezing your shoulders, he sighs. “ you don’t have to be mean, y’know,” he mutters ,” i’m trying to be supportive here.” he says with a faux tone of hurt. a smile pulls at your lips as you flick his forehead, “ well then try harder,” you challenge.

he smirks down at your put- together figure as a small ‘ oh yeah?’ leaves his supple lips , grabbing you and prompting a fit of giggles. he kisses and gnaws at your sweet skin , before you truly know it, you’re late to work.

kiyoomi hates when you have to leave for work, but as long as you have moments like this, he doesn’t really mind as much.

don’t tell anyone, but when i see ppl w kiyoomi’s name in their user i immediately stalk them and mentally take note of them</333 kiyo lovers unite

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joyaphoria · 1 year

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"it's 10:15 pm," sakusa groans, squinting his eyes at the outline of a figure making a poor attempt at crawling in through his bedroom window.

the best course of action would probably have been to jump out of bed and shove the intruder back out the window, but after the first few times it's happened, sakusa learned to simply accept that you're just never going to be normal.

he only rolls his eyes annoyingly when you get tangled up in your own limbs, leaving you to tumble onto the floor. "omi!" you exclaim as you quickly recover, kicking off your shoes as you throw yourself onto his bed. "i missed you soo much!"

"i was only away for a day," he sighs, biting his tongue before he could add 'clearly not long enough'.

"and still it felt like forever," you whine, sprawling out on his bed. "i was all alone at lunch, it was horrible."

sakusa doesn't bother to point out the fact that you could've eaten lunch with your other friends, because he knows how you feel about them already. 'you know how they are,' you'll say, disapointement clouding your usually cheerful eyes, 'you know what they say about me.'

and although sakusa has always been a straightforward realist, never one to beat around the bush, he'd rather keep his mouth shut than to bring up a topic that he knows would ruin your mood.

"did you eat?" he asks instead, leaning over to flick on the lamp on his bedside table, the tiny bulb lighting up the room.

you nod cheerfully, before pulling out a container of oreos from behind your back. "i brought these for us today, but when i couldn't find you i decided i would just bring them to you instead!"

he doesn't bother to tell you that he’s never liked oreos, the filling far too sweet for him to enjoy. he takes one anyways, carefully pulling apart the cookie and plopping the part without the filing into his mouth.

“no eating on my bed,” he scolds, watching as you freeze, two of the overly sugary treats already stuffed in your mouth. he absently shudders at the thought of micro sized cookie crumbs sprinkled under his sheets, too small to fish out, but just big enough to drive his sensory issues through the roof.

you nod apologetically and finish chewing the cookies in your mouth, placing the plastic container on his bedside table. then, you lie flat on your stomach, plop up your chin on your arms, and stare at him.

“what?” he bites out, pulling his bedsheets up higher to cover his chest, all of a sudden aware of the fact that he was only in his boxers.

you notice the subtle gesture however, and when your eyes quickly dart down to catch his bare shoulders, the corner of your mouth twitches up.

“omi,” you purr, as your eyes narrow to slits and the smirk he’s unknowingly grown weak for appears.

“you’re absolutely insufferable,” he huffs, picking up one of his pillows and launches it at your head, though you dodge it with your arm.

you push yourself up on all fours, slowly crawling towards him with that same look in your eye, the one that knocks all the air out of kiyoomi’s lungs and leaves him shuddering. still, he refuses to back up or turn away as you reach him, leaning in closer until you’re practically sharing the same air as him.

his heart pounds rapidly as he wills himself to hold out, to keep a straight face even though you’re so, so close, your hands on either side of his hips, your knees between his legs, and your mouth, your mouth—

your eyes dart down to his lips. his eyes dart down to yours.

he shoves you off quickly, scoffing as he lays on his side and yanks the covers up to his neck. “time to go,” he dismisses you, ignoring the way you’re laughing as the heat creeps up his neck and, well, his crotch.

recovering from your fit of giggles, you move to lie on your side to face him, but he interrupts you before you can crawl under the sheets. “no outside clothes under my sheets,” he hisses, shuddering at the thought of all you dirt you would be dragging into his bed, especially considering you came in through his window.

you arch your eyebrow playfully, and just as he’s realizing what he said, you lift your arms and pull your hoodie over your head, revealing the thin — oh so thin — fabric of your tank top, and the fact that you aren’t wearing a bra. kiyoomi doesn’t notice he’s been staring until you pull off your sweatpants in one swift motion, revealing a hidden pair of boxers underneath.

oh my god.

if he was red earlier, he must’ve been a dark shade of purple by now.

he turns onto his other side, taking in a deep, silent inhale. his best friend. you’re his best friend. “i said to go home,” he repeats, but his head is screaming, begging you to touch him, to hold him, to run your fingertips up and down his arm, to wrap your hand around his pulsing, aching d—

“i can’t,” you sigh, and kiyoomi curses the name of every single one of his ancestors watching over him when he feels your body press against him from behind, and he has to bite hard into his bottom lip to stop himself from groaning.

what the fuck. grow a fucking pair, kiyoomi.

“then go sleep on the side of the road,” he mutters, inhaling sharply when your hands snakes across his waist, the cool skin of your arm shocking the warmness of his chest.

“oh but you’d much rather me here, wouldn’t you?”

kiyoomi curses once again. in his head, of course. or was it out loud?

“don’t play games with me,” he warns, squeezing his eyes shut when your hand snakes dangerously low.

“but you’re just so much fun,” you coo against the tenderness of his neck, your hand tracing down the fine lines of his chest, down to his v-line, then thumbing at the waistband of his boxers.

“y/n,” he bites out. your hand slips under his boxers. his hips jerk.

in less than two seconds you’re pinned beneath him on his mattress as he hovers over you, chest heaving and a knee between your thighs.

“what’s this, omi?” you call out playfully, lifting your hand between your faces and you spread apart your fingers, the stickiness of a substance stretching along with it.

he’s going to hell.

he pushes his knee upwards, firmly, and you gasp, gripping onto his forearm and your hips jolt and you whimper.

his dick jumps in his boxers.

he watches as you try to subtly grind against his knee, desperate for any kind of friction, the sultry facade fallen.

this is going to be a long night.

#—joylovesyou #—joysministuffs #—joyisromantic #mdni #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa smut #sakusa x reader #sakusa drabbles #sakusa drabble #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq x reader #hq smut #kiyoomi #omg how did this happen bye\#characters are 18.

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popkorrn · 2 years

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sakusa took off his jacket and draped it over your sleeping figure wordlessly.

you stirred slightly at the additional weight of the fabric over your shoulders. opening your eyes groggily, you blinked a few times to adjust to the glaring brightness of the lights in the bus. tugging the jacket closer to your body, you turned to the curly haired boy sitting next to you with a sleepy but perplexed glance.

"you looked cold." sakusa explained, biting back a smile at the way you wrapped his jacket tighter around yourself.

a drowsy grin slowly spread across your features when his familiar and comforting scent engulfed you whole. "thanks." you whispered gratefully.

"don't fall alseep." sakusa said softly when he noticed your eyelids threatening to fall again. you glanced at him with half closed eyes, tilting your head in confusion.

"your stop is next."

"oh..." you trailed off, your tired mind taking a few more seconds to comprehend his statement. "then," you muttered quietly under your breath, removing his warm jacket and exposing yourself to the cool air of the bus. with your best attempt at folding it neatly, you handed it back to him.

"thanks for the jacket, omi." you smiled, expecting him to take it back with a comment about how your germs had contaminated it now.

"keep it."

"huh?" you stared at sakusa in bewilderment.

sakusa froze in silence, his heartbeat raising with every passing second. he mentally cursed at himself for letting his internal thoughts slip through his mouth so carelessly.

"your germs are all over it." he said quickly, hoping you were too tired to notice the slight panic in his voice. tearing his gaze away from yours, he fiddled with the hem of his shirt nervously.

you huffed, scrunching your nose to pretend that you're offended by his statement. "i have far less germs than you," you retorted, "you're all sweaty from practise."

sakusa let out a breath of relief that he didn't even know he was holding in. it was at times like this he was thankful that you were painfully oblivious to his feelings for you.

"but i don't wear it during practise."

"fine." you sighed in defeat. you knew there was no point in arguing with the sakusa kiyoomi about hygiene. when the bus slowly rolled to a stop, you hopped off with the jacket folded in your arms and a promise that you would make sure to wash his jacket before you return it.

much to your surprise, he refused to take back the jacket the next morning. he simply told you that he doesn't want it anymore. because of your germs, he claims, and definitely not because of the way you made his heart flutter with how absolutely adorable you looked in his jacket.

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oomisluvr · 8 months

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“We should get married.”

Japan is unusually hot this time of year, the humidity weighing heavy in your lungs. The cicadas sing their love for the warmer weather, celebrating a seemingly endless summer.

You watch the busy intersection from Kiyoomi’s highrise balcony, idly watching the streetlights conduct the flow of traffic.

Green, green, yellow.

Yellow, green, red.

Red, red, red.

You snort, “What makes you say that?”

Kiyoomi takes a long drag from a cigarette, inhaling deeply then releasing the breath in a plume of smoke. It’s a nasty habit he picked up from watching his eldest brother, a habit he rarely lets himself indulge in due to his lifestyle.

He only does it when he’s anxious. Jittery. Nervous. He only does it when he absolutely needs to.

Lots of people think he’s a prude, a killjoy, robotic by nature. Twitter seems to consider him as barely human, but you’ve been around Kiyoomi to know his faults, his shortcomings. You’ve seen enough of him that he doesn’t have to pretend around you.

The first time he slid a cigarette between his lips, you could hardly believe it.

Laid comfortably on expensive sheets, his hair wild from how you had been tugging on it earlier, swiping a lighter off his nightstand and pinching the cig between two fingers. You remember how he grinned at your disbelief, a handsome smile on his face at how he was able to catch you off guard, the smoke pooling above him in a wicked halo.

It’s what people do after a good fuck, isn’t it? He had joked. Consider this a compliment.

You remember feeling special. You remember feeling exactly how you feel right now.

“You make me happy, and I think I make you happy, too.” You watch the smoke dissipate into nothing, remnants swept away by a warm summer breeze. The cicadas grow quiet, muffled by the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

You shift your attention from the sky overhead to the spiker. You find he’s already looking at you.

“It just makes sense.” He says.

You falter, “We’re not even dating.”

“Does it matter?” His response comes quickly, “We love each other, don’t we?”

You avert your eyes from his, afraid to fall captive to his piercing stare. His hand finds yours, rubbing smooth circles against your knuckles with a calloused thumb. Kiyoomi brings your hand to his lips, laying a soft kiss to the skin there. You draw a shaky breath, inevitably melting into him when he pulls you into his side, pressing you into him completely.

You’re surrounded by his body heat, the spiker towering over you. You hate how soothing it is. You hate how well your body responds to him, your eyes snapping back to him in an instant.

“I’ll take care of you,” His voice is hypnotic, equal parts captivating and petulant. You hate that you believe him, like always. “We’ll take care of each other. How does that sound?”

Your body betrays you. You feel yourself falling, the walls closing in until–

“Okay.”

Kiyoomi hums, taking another drag of his cigarette, and releasing the smoke into the night air. The carbon burns your eyes, and you cough at the second hand exposure. Kiyoomi’s grip on you tightens and the smoke curls around him, forming that same wicked halo floating against the edges of your memory.

You can hardly remember life before you met Kiyoomi, the memories as tangible as his cigarette smoke. Part of you thinks loving him was inevitable, inescapable. Truly, meant to be.

You don’t care what the other part of you thinks. Or anyone else, for that matter.

You bring your eyes back to the city below you, watching the streetlights flash and flicker and change.

Green, yellow, yellow.

Yellow, red, red.

Red, red, red.

hehehe i wanted to write something romantic but also left a sick feeling in your tummy. is it toxic obsession or is he just a freak in love? up 2 u baby its whatever you want it to be but lmk if this is too creepy!! so i can tag it as nfsw so it can go with my darker content!! ok bye love as always, niko ♡

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kentolove · 1 year

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“It’s the 25th.”

He’s standing behind you. The Christmas party was far too crowded and full for your liking, but leaving two hours after you arrived would be impolite. Naturally, the balcony of Atsumu’s new home became your shelter from the storm.

“Oh?” You glance down at your phone, “it is.”

He moves closer and you feel his warmth shadow your back.

“Merry Christmas, Sakusa.”

“Merry Christmas.”

Two arms go across your chest. His chest is on your back.

There is a line he is crossing. One that has always been unspeakable between the two of you, but is constantly pushed aside.

You ignore the line when you turn around and place a kiss on his cheek. He ignores the line when he closes his eyes and relishes in the feeling of your lips on his skin.

“What are we doing?” He asks, a question that means more than anyone will ever know.

“I don’t know,” you whisper into his skin. Your face is now pushed onto his neck, breathing in the drug that is him.

His arms tighten around your frame. The balcony is no longer your shelter, Sakusa Kiyoomi has taken its place.

“Mina asked me out,” he pauses, picking his next works carefully, slowly. “I said no.”

“Why? She’s pretty.”

“Sure,” his chin now rests on your head. “But she’s not you.”

It takes you a moment to register his words. The line has now vanished.

He continues, unaffected by your silence. “I thought about it, and the only person I want to be with is you. You’re the only one I want to go on dates with. I thought I liked Mina, but being with anyone besides you doesn’t feel right. I might be made for you only.”

“You’re corny.”

“Don’t ruin the moment.”

You laugh, loud and unfiltered. He smiles.

“I’ll be with you forever,” you start. “If you’ll let me.”

“I’m yours.”

You pull yourself further into his chest, your heart in tune with the beat of his.

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nkogneatho · 2 years

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Soft thirst, but I like thinking about lifestyle dom Kiyoomi rewarding you for taking care of yourself with as many orgasms as you can take

The lack of Sakusa content on my blog pains me. But this got me blushing and creaming at the same time.

Thinking about him brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. Your breathing is unsteady, chest heaving in the bliss of his body moving on top of you.

"Omi. 'Can't anymore," you sob, feeling so timid under his big body.

"Oh c'mon, baby. I know you can do it. 'Know you can do it for me," he whispers in your ear. He adjusts himself away from you, sneaking one hand between your thighs, stroking your sex.

"I know you want to baby. You were so good for me earlier. Come for me," he increases his pace. You feel another orgasm wash over you, filthy moans leaving your lips. Your body feels like water at this point. No energy left in you. But he always takes care of you. He is so good to you.

After you're done, you feel like passing out. Kiyoomi strokes your hair, planting kisses on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.

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tunamiya · 1 year

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flop!

Sakusa has been edgy on his seat since this morning, right after sending out a text that reads Are you down for a quick run to the store tomorrow?

This is one of the notably few times he texted you. He doesn’t usually start a personal conversation with you, which is the very reason that speaks for his current demeanour.

And that is why he quickly sends out another message to make it sounds not-that-personal.

My duffle bag is torn, gotta get a new one before the upcoming tournament.

The waiting for your response is agonising, to say the least, at how he repeats himself every five minutes.

Pick up — check — put down — walk away — come back and da capo.

The morning news that he always pays attention to, has now become a faint background noise in the living space.

The conversation history that sits above his very latest message is about three weeks ago, when you checked on him the night before the big day of the last tournament. The worst part of the whole conversation is that he left you on read.

He can’t believe he actually did that, or that he may actually develop feelings for you. He needs a verification on when, where, why and how it happened.

It is on his top-priority and it has to be done by tomorrow.

He startles when his phone chimes. A new text comes in, but it’s from Miya Atsumu.

Omi omi, we are down for the run tomorrow and see you at 11!

Sakusa pushes his face into the pillow that he’s been hugging and lets out a frustrating groan.

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gatakat · 1 year

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surrender | part 2

"You must think I'm some kind of monster, hiding from my fans like this"

Sakusa peeked carefully behind the column. That little kid and his dad were still there, in line waiting to make their order. He looked back at you. The smile on your face was gentler than... Well, gentler than what he could have possibly expected after what just happened.

"I know you play volleyball because you enjoy it, not for fame." You replied.

He peered into your expression, looking for any sign, any minuscule twitch of your facial muscles that could reveal that you were being sarcarstic. Or condescending, which would have annoyed him even more. He couldn't find anything.

“How magnanimous.” He said, looking away from your big honest eyes. And he realized it came out more insincere than he intended.

You really were a good person. That was the conclusion Sakusa had come to after two months of riding the train with you, and of watching you excel at your job at MSBY Black Jackals.

It made him feel... inadequate, in a way, seeing you outperform all the other team managers by a very long mile, not just efficiently doing what you were told but additionally always keeping track of every minuscule detail that needed caring. From who usually needed more water than the rest, to who was taking a certain medication that week, including running after Miya whenever he forgot his umbrella in the lockers and delivering personal messages to Bokuto from his old high school friends. Hell, you had reminded Barnes of his upcoming anniversary with his wife when he'd forgotten, and even suggested various examples of last minute gifts he could get.

Why were you like this? Did you really have that much extra time and energy to be wasting it into other people's needs like this? Sakusa knew he could never spend one minute more than strictly necessary caring about others to that extent. He knew the other managers were like him too. But you... you seemed to have learned, in just a couple of weeks, which specific fans gave Sakusa the biggest headaches, and you had mastered the art of lying to shoo them away.

The company policy was to lick the fans' asses as much as possible. And yet, you were doing things like tell them that Sakusa had already left home even though the truth was that he was hiding away in the locker room.

No other team manager had ever done something like that for him, and Sakusa wasn't 100% sure he liked how that made him feel because he always took care to be prepared for every situation. He hated people who were unprepared. So why was he needing someone to save his ass like that?

No. It definitely rubbed him the wrong way. And yet he could't possibly get mad at you. Not when you looked at him with those big, thoroughly honest eyes of yours, crinkled into a bright smile...

You were smiling at him.

Sakusa blinked.

It was a beautiful Summer night in downtown Osaka. Nights always made Sakusa feel safer somehow. It was like the World spinned more slowly at night, and he could take things at his own pace with no outside pressure.

Besides, tonight it was burger night with Bokuto and the guys and the city was vivid as ever, full of people going home from work and students around their age just hanging out.

Sakusa had come to enjoy watching all this hectic pace around him, as long as it didn’t get too crowded. He took that as proof of his progress with his anxiety. Nowadays, all the noise, activity and lights around him, combined with his friends’ constant laughter, had turned these burger nights into something Sakusa had secretly come to cherish, like a surprisingly fun break from routine.

What he wasn't so used to, however, was you participating in them. But you were a nice girl, a good person, so he didn’t really mind. Besides, Bokuto had insisted and insisted until he'd exhausted everyone's patience.

And you coming had been a good thing, after all, because, as Sakusa waited in line to get his order at the counter, you -always vigilant and helpful- had approached him to alert him of the presence of one of his more annoying fans.

He hadn't been expecting to hear your voice calling out to him at that precise moment, however, so he'd unthinkingly swatted your hand away from him, a startled look on his face.

And you -always patient and understanding- hadn’t paid it any mind. You hadn't cared that he’d pretty much barked at you not to touch him. Instead, you had just grabbed his sleeve and pulled him towards a hidden area by the restrooms.

“Sorry for hitting you earlier.” Sakusa said.

You laughed.

“I’m going to accept your apology because, even though you didn’t hurt me, you could have done it very easily with those huge hands of yours!”

Sakusa’s silent gaze made you visibly restless, and you backtracked immediately:

“It’s fine, though. Really.”

Even after your reassuring words, Sakusa still felt uneasy.

It would have been easier if you'd just yelled at him. But you had to go and be a good fucking person again.

You waited with Sakusa behind the column until the little kid finished ordering and finally sat down, and then, when Sakusa's order number was called, you went and picked up the burger he'd bought. And, just like that, that ill-fitting feeling took place in his chest again.

Guilt, Sakusa thought. He felt guilty.

Sakusa looked around him. It felt like he'd been hiding behind the column with you for an eternity. The others were probably wondering where you'd gone.

“C'mon, let's go.” Sakusa said as soon as you came back with his order. And something in the back of his mind was reminding him that he hadn't even thanked you, but the need to shake that uncomfortable feeling off his chest was more pressing, so he ignored it. “Bokuto is going to get nervous if he can’t harass you some more before we leave.

You maneuvered the tray to hold it in one hand and hit his shoulder with your free one.

“Sakusa-kun!” You said, the mirth in your eyes betraying your offended expression. “He’s not like that!”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips. You genuinely seemed to enjoy Bokuto’s attention too, but you still took no real offense from Sakusa’s joke.

“Ah, no?” Sakusa quipped. “My mistake.”

You were a nice person to talk to. Banter with you came easily, like you adapted to Sakusa’s sense of humor. Maybe he could thank you later.

Bokuto hogged you during dinner, and Miya and Hinata afterwards, when the five of you took a train to Miya’s apartment to play videogames. You lost to them by an abysmal margin, and it had all of you laughing hysterically. It had been very long since the last time Sakusa laughed so hard he ended up in tears. He really was glad you came tonight.

Much, much later, you and Sakusa said your goodbyes to Miya and the guys, and shared a cab home. You were practically falling asleep standing by then. He took care to make sure you safely got inside your building before telling the driver his own address, and it wasn't until he got home that he realized he'd completely forgotten to thank you.

Shit, he thought. He'd gotten carried away. It wasn't like him.

thanks for reading!!

i made some changes from the ao3 version and i like this chapter a lot more now wehehehe

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sluttsumu · 8 months

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☆ — ft. atsumu miya + getting leaked

warnings: 18+, tsumu being nasty

a/n: a little thought of mine, i can totally imagine msby being up in arms because there’s an “alleged” video out.

atsumu is a nightmare for msby’s pr team.

at this point no one is even surprised when there’s a new viral vid on twitter of him fucking you from behind or stuffing his face in your ass. the lewd photography the two of you take may never have your faces in them but, it’s definitely you two, everyones knows that.

he has no shame, and neither do his teammates. the most recent scandal was a video of him fucking you in the new pair of handcuffs that seemed to get everyone’s attention.

it was another ordinary day for him as he walked in the locker room to see everyone on their phones after practice. the air was tense and everyone was thinking the same thing, he knew that they’d seen it and they were wondering why he didn’t care.

kiyoomi was the first to break the silence, as expected.

“so….miya”

atsumu flips his towel over his shoulder not even sparing his friend a glance. “how many times did you cum from watching it?” he cockily chuckled leaving the rest of the locker room in awe.

“SO IT IS YOU” bokuto exclaimed before starting to laugh along side hinata.

“i have no idea what you’re talkin’ about bo-kun”

the devil was a liar, and so was atsumu miya.

despite lying to his team claiming that the video wasn’t his, he enjoyed toying with the curiosity of others.

sakusa muttered a small “tch” under his breath as he reached into his pocket for his phone.

the video started playing.

atsumu’s lips curl into a smile as he finally turns to face the rest of the locker room as sakusa holds his phone to the blondes face. “that’s literally your girlfriend, miya.”

experiencing it was one thing but watching it was something else. the 20 second video played over and over again of your face stuffed into the sheets as atsumu fucked you full of his cum, your muffled whining echoed throughout the room until sakusa finally turned his phone off.

“she sounds pretty doesn’t she?” he smirked.

everyone was guilty to getting off to you, and atsumu knew that, it simply boosted his pride.

grabbing his bag his walks to the door, but doesn’t leave until spewing condescending words just to keep his friends on their toes.

“knock yourselves out.”

the door closes behind him meanwhile everyone looks at each other confused before receiving a collective notification, to a google drive with all of your porn on it.

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sugarlywhispers · 1 year

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s.kiyoomi + gf moments

☆— fem reader, crack, fluff

☆— a/n; i don't know what this is, i just had a thought and felt like writing it.. it could become a serie of events until the Sakusa Kiyoomi finally admits he loves y/n (?) idk, let me know if you like the idea😊

You have been best friends with Bokuto since you were young. Your friendship was so fun and purely like brother and sister that you even decided to move together once high school was over and your University period of life began. Even if you were very different in personalities, somehow you both worked together and couldn't imagine a life without him as your bestie-almost brother.

After some time living together, you got very used to seeing some people around the house almost everyday, his volleyball teammates.

First, it was Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi. Atsumu was the biggest flirt you have ever encountered in your life, almost to the point in which sometimes it annoyed you. In a good way though. He was a cutie.

While Kiyoomi was very chill and shy, he mostly kept to himself if no one bothered him; but he had the most snarky and filled with sarcasm answers for whatever antics Boo and 'Tsumu could come up with. You loved it.

Then Hinata Shouyo joined the team, and it was like a whirlwind uprooted everything in his path. He was the most outgoing and sociable and kind human being you have ever met.

And it all became like a routine. Everyday after practice, all of them would come to have dinner at yours and Boo's apartment. By this time, you already know all of them and how they all liked things and their meals. Especially Omi. He was a particular, rare especimen.

Bokuto had warned you before introducing him, how he did not like physical contact or how he wouldn't take off his mask if he wasn’t playing in a match or eating. He warned you not to feel offended or take it personal if he bluntly commented on how things were not clean enough or whatever.

But surprisingly, he had never looked down on anything in your apartment or even commented anything in front of you.

There was even one time he did comment in the middle of dinner, "I'm surprised how you maintain everything this clean and organized considering you live with Bokuto…"

"Hey!" Boo complained, mouth full of food, while everyone laughed.

That same night, Boo had pestered you about how the Sakusa Kiyoomi liked you. Of course, you couldn't believe it. The man barely spoke to you outside of those moments the team was present at your apartment.

It was until one night, when everyone came of course after practice to have dinner you were already cooking, when he did something you never thought he would do.

Of course, the amount of noise they made even before getting inside the apartment was a clear sign they were almost there. Shouyo and Boo always came straight to hug, picking you up and squishing you hard as a greeting. Atsumu would fist pump and wink at you before throwing himself on the sofa, of course putting some other volleyball's team match on the TV. While Omi would simply bow slightly with his head, not even getting too close to you, standing on the entrance of the kitchen.

By this time, you already knew and respected each one of them and their ways to show how much they appreciated you.

"It smells so good, Y/N," whined Shouyo as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the fridge to pick something to drink.

Omi was so quiet you have not realized he had followed the red-mostly orange-head and was standing at the door of the kitchen.

"I'm glad you think that," you smiled happily.

"He says that about almost everything. He would eat a bug and say exactly the same thing if he's hungry enough."

To say that you were surprised to hear his deep voice speak that amount of words was small. Yet, you couldn't avoid finding it funny how he always got the cleverest answers and dark humor. So you laughed, while Shouyo pouted, drinking from the beer he took from the fridge–it was Friday night after all.

You kept cooking, smiling and listening to how Shouyo complained to his teammate how evil he was with him when he was all nice to him.

"Alright you two…" you meddled, smiling happily at the incessant noise from everyone around, "If you're gonna keep arguing, you could at least help on setting the table, right?"

They both nodded while moving around to find what they needed, still arguing, but now about something else which sounded like Shouyo's height. Omi loved getting on Shouyo's nerves when it came to his height.

"What's that, Y/N?" Shouyo suddenly asked, signaling to a set of a plate, forks, a glass and a mug that were separated in a corner of the cupboard.

"Oh. That's Omi's," you said, your attention anywhere but said man.

"I don't remember leaving my stuff here," he commented, with no mean intention in his voice towards you.

"No, I mean… I know you don't like your stuff mixed with everyone's, so I picked a set I always clean twice and kept it separated from everything else. No one touches or uses that but you," you answered him, still looking at the food you were cooking over the oven.

Oh, God, kill me now, was all you thought as silence reigned in the kitchen.

But then, you felt a tall, warm presence behind you. You knew it was Omi, Shouyou was not that tall–he was only a head over yours, while you knew Omi was much taller.

It was the first time the Sakusa Kiyoomi got that close to you and it shocked you to the core. But what surprised you the most was when you felt his chin rest on your head comfortably.

"Thank you, Y/N," you could feel the vibrations of his deep voice and the rumble of his chest on your back saying your name, his entire dark but comfy aura so close to you, all you could think was how good it felt.

If you would have turned a bit to Shouyo's direction, you would have seen him with his eyes open wide, like those funny cartoons where their eyes popped off their face to express shock. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, he simply turned on his feet and flew from the kitchen to the living room where Tsumu and Boo were.

"You're welcome," was all you could say, almost a whisper, as he comfortably stayed there, barely a centimeter of distance between his body and yours.

If you weren't shocked enough by that, you definitely almost collapsed when you felt one of his fingers timidly caress your hand that was not holding the spoon you were cooking with, resting next to your hip. It had been barely a touch, yet the warmth and little tingling it provoked made you take a deep breath to gather your mind straight.

If you hadn't before, now you definitely were falling for this rare specimen.

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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kiyoomi isn’t a fan of holding hands.

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

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

it’s weird, he says.

that was until you held his hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa x reader #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi comfort #sakusa kiyoomi drabbles #sakusa drabbles #sakusa comfort #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn reader #finally writinf for my baby

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joyaphoria · 1 year

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growing up, kiyoomi never had many friends.

he didn’t know how to talk to the other kids, and so he wasn’t very good at socializing.

having curly hair didn’t help either, because while his moms friends called him adorable and fluffed it, the other kids just thought it was weird.

‘you aren’t normal!’ they would shriek, running down the hall when he would approach them. ‘normal kids have straight hair!’

when kiyoomi would come home, sometimes with a trembling lip as he struggled to contain his whimpers, his mom would twist one of the ‘abnormal’ curls around her finger.

“there’s no such thing as normal, baby.” she would whisper against his head. “kids just aren’t used to things that they don’t see everyday.”

knowing that his curls were popular with the adults made him feel a little better, but it didn’t change the fact that he still wasn’t accepted amongst his peers.

then one day, a new student was introduced to the class.

the other kids were fascinated with you, because you moved around a lot, and came here from abroad; the teachers were just as in awe, because even at the young age of ten, you spoke both japanese and english.

you’ve been to so many places around the world, that the other kids began to trust in your opinion of what was and wasn’t cool.

and so one day during recess, while kiyoomi was playing on the swings, the same troublesome group of kids came after him.

“he looks like he’s wearing a mop!” one of the girls shrieked. “no way! even i wouldn’t use that to clean the floor!” a boy retorted.

kiyoomi closed his eyes and ignored them as he kicked his legs on the swing, urging it to go higher. block them out, his mom had told him. show them that they aren’t important.

and kiyoomi was trying, he really was, but the things they said got nastier and nastier, until one of them said “no way his momma touches that mop!”

his lip was trembling by the end, and he hung his head to save himself from the embarrassment of being seen crying.

“where i’ve been, curls are super cool.”

and all the giggling and snickers went quiet, as kiyoomi looked up to find you, arms crossed as you stared down the other kids. “bullying isn’t though, and the big kids would usually come to hang you upside down.”

their eyes went wide in fear as the scrambled away, leaving omi on the swing with his head bowed and cheeks tear stained, his curls shielding his face.

“i think your curls are great,” you exclaim, taking a seat in the swing next to his. “my big sister has curls too, and she styles them really pretty!”

kiyoomi blinks, slowly looking up to meet your eyes. you smile even brighter, and kiyoomi’s cheeks heat when you ask, “may i touch your hair?”

nobody had ever asked, not even his moms friends who did it regardless.

and maybe he was just so used to the names he’s been called, because he asks, “aren’t you afraid that you’ll get cursed? or that worms will crawl out?”

and kiyoomi watches as you burst into laughter, so hard, that the other kids were turning their heads to whisper and mumble. “if touching curly hair curses me, im way passed saving!”

kiyoomi finds himself smiling faintly alongside you, before tilting his head towards you, as a silent way of approving.

he listens as you hold one of his curls, exclaiming, “it’s so soft! your ma takes care of them so nicely!”

and ever since that day, kiyoomi had grown attached to you.

you guys became the best of friends; occasional play dates, sleepovers, always together at school, and always confiding in each other. you two were inseparable, and you made kiyoomi’s elementary days less and less insufferable.

that is until you turned twelve, and kiyoomi found out that you were moving away again.

“my dad found a job back up in canada,” you explained hesitantly one day at recess, as you both sat side by side on the swings. “my dad doesn’t like to stay in one place for too long, and it turns out that my mom has been pushing the move back for some time now.”

you don’t mention that it’s because you’ve been begging her not to go, your little heart suffocating at the thought of leaving your best friend behind.

kiyoomi hangs his head — just like that day two years ago — shielding the world from the tears that were making their way down his face.

“i’m sorry, omi.” you whisper, entangling your tiny hand with his. he can hear the sincerity in your soft voice, and the way it trembles tells him that he isn’t the only one loosing a special part of him. “one day when i’m older, i’ll find you again.”

kiyoomi lifts his head once more, finding courage in your oath. “you promise?” because kiyoomi had never had been promised anything, just the small things from his parents, that were often forgotten about.

this, though, isn’t small. this is big and important, and it’s a promise that you need to keep, if made. “i promise, omi.”

and kiyoomi is guilty of forgetting about you by the time he becomes a teenager, because let’s face it; you were children. your little hearts had entangled and grown fond of each other, but eventually, you were no more than the first friend he had made in kindergarten, long since forgotten about.

little does he know, come twelve years, you would most definitely find your newly grown hearts, once again, entangled.

#—joysministuffs #—joyisromantic #—joylovesyou #sakusa kiyomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa drabble #sakusa drabbles #sakusa fluff #sakusa #kiyomi #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x self insert #sakusa x y/n #ok this was in my drafts

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oomisluvr · 9 months

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you're the worst

synopsis: Were there truly no other knights in the kingdom? Nobody at all? We can't double check that? Seriously?

warnings: knight!sakusa x princess!reader, sakusa is an asshole but who is surprised, reader is having none of it, swearing, dirty jokes, reader reads smut and sakusa thinks its funny, enemies(not really) to enemies(kinda)

With his striking charm and booming laugh, the prince lifts her up into the air with ease. His partner laughs openly and with such delight, her joy commanding the attention of everyone around her. Together, they twirl and laugh and giggle and dance and–

“Boring.” The book slams shut, an air of dust flying out from the pages, “Is this the kind of nonsense you’re filling your head with?”

“Zip it.” You snap, flinging a pillow towards his head. He catches it with ease. “It isn’t nonsense at all! This is peak romance, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

Sakusa raises a brow, unimpressed, throwing you a look as if to say: And what do you know about romance? He rolls his eyes for good measure. “I’ve never met a woman who behaved in such a way. No normal person laughs that much.”

“That’s because you suck the joy out of everyone around you.” You snort, running a finger through the withered pages, “Don’t you have anywhere else to be?”

“Not at all.” He returns the title to the bookshelf, examining the small collection you’ve been cultivating in the corner of your room, “Watching you is, quite literally, my job.”

You huff, “I won’t let you stay if all you’re going to do is judge me.”

“No worries”, He surveys your room, picking up things here and there. Examining them. Returning them to their original position. “I’ll keep my judgments to myself.”

A muscle in your jaw ticks, “Get out of my bed chambers.”

“Can’t. Not with the recent threats on your life.” He sighs, though there is little exhaustion in his voice. He’s far too excited at the opportunity to be sifting through your things. “Your father has ordered 24/7 supervision for your protection.”

You open your mouth to say something vulgar, something vile, something obscene, but you’re interrupted by a sharp laugh. You would rather listen to forks scraping dinner plates.

“Ah! This one is interesting,” He’s flipped to the dead center of a novel you recognize immediately, clearing his throat before reading, “Taking him into my mouth, I stare up at him through thick lashes. He groans, pulling my hair into a makeshift ponytail, softly encouraging me to take him further, deeper. My nose pushes into his public bone as I gag around him, saliva pooling from my open mouth onto his–”

“Enough!” You snap, bolting out of bed to snatch the book away from him. “Enough snooping through my things!”

Sakusa blinks, blindsighted by your outburst. Surprise slowly blends into amusement, before landing on something wicked. His grin is predatory when he says, “You’re embarrassed.”

Your eyes narrow. “Am not.”

“You most definitely are.”

“In order to be embarrassed I’d have to care about your opinion of me.”

“Now, now, there’s no need for insult. It’s quite alright to be curious about these things.” He laughs lowly at his own joke, “Especially if you’ve never experienced them before.”

“You're the worst. I wish you would die. I hope the gods strike you down until you’re nothing but a–”

“So crude, that mouth of yours.” He grumbles, dipping down low enough to meet your gaze eye-to-eye. It stops you mid-sentence. Sir Sakusa is dangerously handsome, so close you could count his eyelashes. The two moles on his forehead. The deep patterns in his iris. “It’s terribly unladylike.”

You don’t back down, voice steady, “Kiss. My. Ass.”

He exhales quickly, something that could barely be categorized as a laugh. He places the book back into your hands with an uncaring plop, returning to your bookshelf.

“You make for a lousy princess, you know that?”

“Get out of my room.”

“I can’t, remember? Guess you’re stuck with me, princess.” He continues sifting through your other titles, “Goodness, two women? I take back my comments. You’re exactly what this kingdom needs.”

this is a tiny excerpt from the knight!sakusa au i'm writing!! i couldn't fit this scene in anywhere but i figured it'd be okay as a stand alone :D lmk if you want more!!

love as always, niko ♡

#sakusa drabbles #sakusa kiyoomi #kiyoomi sakusa #sakusa #sakusa x reader #kiyoomi #msby sakusa #msby #haikyuu #haikyuu sakusa #sakusa fluff #knight!sakusa

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kentolove · 2 years

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He thinks of your kisses often.

The sweet ones, the bitter ones, the passionate ones. All embraces of love that fall from your lips and show him just how much you care. How much you love him, and all the years you’ve spent dedicated to him.

But his favourite will always be your first.

When he was far too shy to profess his love with words, so he used his lips to say what his tongue couldn’t.

Sakusa had never been a courageous man. With words of doubt that littered his mind, he had never been one to fully and honestly declare love.

Until you.

Until your shy glances and nervous hugs, he had never known the satisfaction of loving another soul.

Maybe that’s why he fell so hard. Asked you on a date only after a week of knowing you—something so uncharacteristically him that all his friends had their doubts of his intentions.

Made a show of your first date, steps into the outdoors that has always made him shiver in discomfort. But he pushed it all aside and planned a classic picnic with all his favourite foods.

(He was far too shy to ask what your favourite foods were [since when does he get shy?], so he simply made all his favourites and hoped and prayed you liked them, too.)

And maybe prayers do work, after all, for nothing could erase the small smile on his face as he watches you eat. The unwavering smile that is plastered on his features won’t leave, despite his various attempts. (His heart grows with each bite you take.)

You thank him with a small smile on your face and a nervous stance.

“Thank you, Sakusa,” your voice is small, “I had a lot of fun today.”

“I told you to call me Kiyoomi,” he says, stern and strong.

“Right,” there’s that pretty smile he loves so much, “Kiyoomi.”

And his smile mirrors yours, only his is slightly bigger. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course you will.”

You wave him goodbye, and he feels a pain in his chest. He longs for your company, to relish in your vibrant presence. He wishes he asked if you wanted to stay a bit longer, bask in the sun and watch all that happens around you.

He finds himself calling for your name before he can stop himself, walking towards you and capturing you in a warm embrace.

With his arms around you, his lips soon find a home on yours. Soft, delicate, and so right. He feels no sparks, but his heart feels like it’s spinning. Revolving and orbiting around the sun that is you, the light of his life.

And he blooms in that light, flourishes under you.

He pulls away with his eyes closed and his arms still on you.

“What was that about?”

He’s breathless, “just wanted to give you a proper goodbye.”

#mine #Sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa fluff #sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #sakusa oneshot #sakusa imagines #sakusa headcanons #sakusa scenarios #sakusa drabbles #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu headcanons

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yenqa · 22 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.

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