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omi-boshi · 30 days
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period cramps and a little bit of pining
your best friend omi comes over to take care of you during your period
tags: no plot just gratuitous fluff and yearning word count: 2.2k
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through the haziness that comes from just waking up, you hear the muffled sound of knocking, followed by the click of the door unlocking. you poke your head out from under the covers, curious. the sound of footsteps and rustling just outside your bedroom door fill the space and truthfully, you should be more worried that a stranger has seemingly broken into your apartment. however, the lack of angry growling from your sweet great pyrenees and screams of bloody murder from the stranger soothe the concern that tries its damnest to rise above your grogginess. you stay quiet, curled up on your side, head still peeking out. the continuing muffled sounds almost lulling you to sleep, your eyes falling close. that's how kiyoomi finds you.
he pushes the bedroom door open. quietly, he pads over to the bed and crouches just beside where he can see your face. the concerned furrow between his brows softens slightly as he takes in your sleepy form. he debates waking you up, not wanting to disturb the sleep you're finally getting after a night dealing with cramps of the worst kind. he wishes nothing more than to indulge you as he always does but as your closest friend, he knows you have yet to get up and eat. and that takes priority. cautiously, he runs his fingers through your hair and down your cheek which you turn into, seeking the warmth radiating from his skin. the subconscious action disarms kiyoomi. he has to fight through the thumping in his heart to call your name until you finally start waking up. he watches as you rouse from your sleep, grumbling through the whole motion. it tugs a small smile up his lips. your eyes flutter open and the seconds that follow are punctuated by the stillness of the air as you stare up at him, slowly processing his presence. your eyes travel up his figure. the mask dangling from his right ear. the hoodie he wears — the one you usually steal from him. the fuzzy socks you got him for Christmas. the worn sweatpants you've told him many times to replace and yet he never does because it looks fine, you remember him arguing at some point. the memory of it makes you smile. your gaze trails to the soft curve of his lips, the moles partially covered by his damp messy hair — he must have showered before he came from practice — before finally landing on his eyes that quietly watch you. "hi," you finally whisper in what feels like eons. voice scratchy from disuse. "hey, sleepy head," he says just as softly, mirth coloring his tone. "what are you doing here?" "you texted me last night. did you forget?" you hum in confusion, sitting up slowly and pulling your arm from under the covers to look for your phone.
to omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:43 PM
omiii com e over tmrw :((( - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM
You okay? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 10:44 PM
I have practice in the morning but I can come over after. Is that alright?
- to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM
that work s yes!!! and im okya, just kinda in pain and loopy from the meds and sticky ;-; - to omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:07 PM
everything hurts n i cant sleep on my back but it's ok see u tmrw! - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM
It's that time, huh? - from omi!!! :] Yesterday 11:08 PM
Get some rest. I'll be there as soon as I can.
"oh," you mumble, as you scroll through your messages. "i thought I was dreaming." you put your phone down to look kiyoomi in the eyes, a tilt to your head. "i'm glad you actually came though." kiyoomi breathes in deeply, heart thumping so loud — at this point he's sure you can hear it. but of course, you are none the wiser as you continue peering down at him, sleepy smile on your face.
"of course, i would." he returns the smile. “anyway, i didn’t know what you wanted since you didn’t reply to me all morning.” he pulls out a paper bag that was sitting behind him. “so, i just got a bit of everything.” in your curiosity, you sit up straighter to look at the bag kiyoomi has brought. he starts pulling out its contents and showing them off to you with a dorky grin that grows the more items he shows you. there were donuts, churros, chocolates, cookies, mochi, bread of all variations, and a singular bottle of the tea drink you've been raving to him about the past month. "kiyoomi!" you yell, doubling over in laughter. "i can't eat all of this!" "well, good thing there's two of us," he rolls his eyes, grin still on his face. "in my defense, i didn't know what to get." which is a lie. sort of. because everything he got were things you mentioned craving the days leading up to this week. not that you needed to know that of course. "you'd ruin your diet for me, omi?" you pout, eye glimmering in amusement. "that's so sweet! come here!" you reach out to pinch his cheeks, cooing how your omi is the sweetest and kindest person there is and that people would know that more if you stop looking so grumpy, you idiot.he feels his ears flush and he pushes you — nudges, really — to the side, grumbling something about ungrateful spoiled brats. but he can't bring himself to actually chide you for it, not when you're high in spirits right now and he knows how the littlest things could set you off. he wants you happy for as long as your period lets you which isn't long; fickle as your moods are at these times. "alright, alright." he chuckles. "go freshen up and let's get some real food in you first before we eat the sweets," he stands up from his kneeling position on the floor, hand on your arm to pull you up, grunting as he does so. you groan as if remembering why he was here in the first place. you flop helplessly on the bed, boneless, unwilling to leave the inviting warmth of the blankets. "nooo," you whine, purposely obnoxious just to irk him enough to let you go. "i know what you're doing." he tugs again. "it's not gonna work." it's a losing battle, one that you fought valiantly 'til the end. your whining doesn't work and only ends with you thrown over his shoulder. you yelp, thumping his back with your fists in protest as he makes his way through the living room where your dog sees you both and follows you to the bathroom.
kiyoomi gently puts you down, righting your crumpled shirt. he chuckles at the look you send him. to him, you look about as threatening as a baby chick but he rightfully stays quiet. not taking any chances with your knees so close to his crotch. "there are some pads in the cabinet that i bought," he pauses to fix your hair that got messy from being upside down. "it's the kind you always have." you grumble out a thanks, still a bit peeved from being carried out of bed. kiyoomi was right, of course — you do need to freshen up — but you can still give him trouble for it. you're bleeding out and you feel all weird, sue you, right? "while you're here, i'll go heat up the food i got you — it's korean, by the way — and feed snowball too then we can do whatever you want after. sound good?" kiyoomi tilts his head towards you to see your face.
you don't answer immediately, still stubbornly holding on to the frustration of being forcefully pulled out of bed. but just like most things are with kiyoomi, it's a losing battle. again.
it doesn't take you long before you drop the pretenses and meet his gaze. what you see makes the fight in you leave all in one go. his gaze is warm with mirth and... something else. you don't know what it is but it makes you feel shy being at the receiving end of it. you are suddenly conscious of how sloppy you must look right now even though you know kiyoomi would not mind. in your rising embarrassment, you usher kiyoomi out of the bathroom, eyes not meeting his. snowball, who's just so happy to be there, follows kiyoomi out the door. a muffled boof! sounding through the door once you get it shut. you get your wits together and freshen up, taking extra time to deal with the flush on your cheeks that just won't disappear. kiyoomi is taking out the last of the food from the microwave as you come out of the bathroom, livelier now that you've washed your face. he greets you with a smile and calls you to the dining table. lunch is far calmer, a nice change of pace after the hectic ordeal of getting you out of bed. the strange shyness from earlier is forgotten temporarily as you both talk about nothing and everything; how volleyball practice went, how his courses are going, about the new show you wanted to watch with him. once you start feeling the cramps come up again, kiyoomi catches the change in your expression and decides it's time to go back to bed. he hands you the pill you take to treat the cramps and a glass of water. you give him a grateful smile and he ruffles your hair in return.
"go back to bed. i'll be there in a sec," he says, no room for argument. you feel a bit guilty not helping with the cleanup and you tell him as much. he only snorts and tells you it's fine and that it's what i'm here for.
it doesn't do much to abate your guilt but with the cramps only getting worse, there's not much of a choice to be made.
when kiyoomi comes back, he sees you curled up under the covers, eyes shut in pain. he grabs the rechargeable heating pad from across the room and nudges your hand with it. it's only then that you open your eyes.
"hi," you mutter, attempting to smile. "the medicine hasn't kicked in yet." you grab the offered heating pad. "hey, guess we're not watching that show then?" kiyoomi murmurs, knowing full well that you would want to sleep the ache away. you give him an apologetic smile which he only waves off. "i really wanted to watch it too," you mourn. "it's fine. we can watch it another time." he smiles kindly. the silence that follows is somewhat cautious, neither one sure where to go from here. usually, you would have invited kiyoomi into bed by now and he would groan his protest before reluctantly joining you, all the while you would be teasing him about it. but the shyness from before overtakes you and kiyoomi is unusually hesitant as well, eyes darting and feet shuffling in place.
he is the first to break the silence. "i'll head to the living room so you can sleep, okay?" he begins turning away from you. at his words, you hastily sit up. "omi," you call out. he looks to you, head tilted to let you know he's listening. you can barely hold eye contact as the next words stumble through your lips. "um, the-the heating pad falls off when i sleep on my side and, and you know how i can't sleep on my back because the bleeding would leak," you look away from his gaze. "do you... do you mind helping me?"
kiyoomi turns around, regarding you curiously. "and what do you want me to do?" knowing that words will fail you, you silently flip the covers and pat the space beside you. kiyoomi exhales and cautiously takes his spot on the bed, as if this is the first time he's done this. it makes you snort; your shyness and his hesitance, it's ridiculous. and yet you're unable to soothe your increasing heartbeat.
"and then?" kiyoomi asks, quietly.
shaking off the anxiety that's starting to take hold of you, you nudge his shoulder, urging him to lie down beside you. you turn your back towards him, reaching for his hand and slowly guiding it down to lay flat on the heating pad pressing to your lower abdomen. you swear you hear the sharp intake of breath over your shoulder; whether from the temperature of the heating pad or the action itself, you don't know.
kiyoomi is quick on the uptake and lays his palm fully on the pad. it takes you by surprise when he pulls you towards his chest that you can't help the little gasp you let out. "like this?" he asks, almost teasingly. the hesitance from before melting away from his tone. unfortunately for you, it does menacing things to your heart.
with your heart seizing in your chest, you hum your affirmative and relax in his hold. kiyoomi pulls up the covers on both of you and adjusts so that your head rests on his other arm. with the soft thump-thump of his heartbeat combined with the warmth from the heating pad and his body, you are slowly lulled to sleep. "we should talk about this, you know?" you hear just as you are on the brink of sleep and you only hum in response. you hear him chuckle, or rather feel the vibrations of it. And then lastly, a kiss to your hair. "another time then."
what comes after will be dealt with another time. for now, you will enjoy each other's warmth.
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i wrote this on a whim because im currently bleeding out and everything hurts so bad and i wish i had an omi to take care of me ;;;;; I've got a more planned out fic that i can't wait to get out there i swear ;;;; pls take this crappy peace offering for now
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cierai · 2 months
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MAKE UP FOR IT — ft. sakusa kiyoomi
warnings — none
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for the fourth night in a row kiyoomi had to cancel date night. or as the both of you have been saying “rain check”. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t upset, but you understood. whenever he had last minute practice or team meeting he couldn’t help it.
you knew after the second night he cancelled when he’d do it again by the look in his face. he made the same face every time. his eyebrows pressed together as he stared at his phone and his face dropped. he glanced from the phone to you before turning it off and putting in his pocket.
sakusa inhaled deeply preparing to let out a heavy sigh but you stopped him before he could. “rain check?” you say as you began to take off your earrings. you guys had plan to go out to dinner this time. you wore your best outfit and put on a new pair of earrings kiyoomi had bought for you.
“i’m sorry.” he starts as he steps towards you and grabs your hands in his firmly. “it’s okay i’ll be fine, we’ll just try again another night,” you smile as his thumbs rub circles on the backs of your hands.
that was the same thing he did next two times it happened. you didn’t even want to rain check anymore. when kiyoomi was about to suggest it, you began to act casually. “it’s fine i’m just gonna head to bed, i’ll see you in the morning.” you dismissed yourself. as soon as you feel like you were out of his line of sight your mouth formed into a frown.
“oh okay, i love you.” your boyfriend said and you smiled before your turn and face him . “i love you too.” kiyoomi gives you one last apologetic glance before he leaves and that was the last time you thought you’d see him that night.
at almost 12 AM you woke up to kiyoomi rubbing your shoulder and calling your name. “y/n, wake up i have something for you.” your vision was blurred and distorted from the darkness of your room.
rubbing your eyes didn’t help much with your sight but your boyfriend noticed this and turned the bedside lamp on. “babe here,” he whispers as he grabs your hands to help you sit up. “what is it?” you said, your voice raspy.
“i have something to show you, come on.” he urges you once more and you finally process that you’re awake and agree to follow him.
the tall dark haired male leads you by your intertwined hands out of your bedroom and to the patio in your backyard.
you gasp almost immediately at the sight. “when did you have time to do this?” you ask as your hand slips out of his and you inch towards the beautiful setup on the patio.
there were string lights hanging around the backyard and your eyes were lit up in awe. “when i got home and you were asleep,” he tells you and you frown at kiyoomi before pulling him into a hug.
“i love you, you know that right?” you say before placing a kiss on to his soft cheek. “i would hope so,” he squints and his soft lips meet your forehead. “i love you too,” he smiles “and this is my apology for missing date night. i wanted to make it up to you.” he explains while grabbing your hand and pulling you toward the little dinner set up.
as the two of you sat down you continued to stared at the set up in shock. there were some of your favorite meals and appetizers, along with snacks you loved. “wow you went all out!” you mused reaching for a snack.
“do you forgive me?” kiyoomi asked, sliding his hand out of yours and to your thigh. “we’ll see,” you shrug while taking a bite out of your treat. “we’ll see?” he repeated back to you confused.
“yeah, we’ll see how the rest of the night plays out.”
needless to say the rest of the night plays out well. so well in fact, you wake up the next morning in nothing but kiyoomi’s shirt. before you, he wakes up and sees the marks left down his chest in the mirror before he heads in for practice.
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saintkeiji · 1 year
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11:48 / SAKUSA KIYOOMI
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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.”
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90skiyoomi · 2 years
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priceless
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rich!sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader
sakusa kiyoomi, one of the wealthiest man, and his most prized possession.
fluff
a/n: no proofreading. i finishing writing this at 5:54am and i'm exhausted so i'm pretty sure it's quite messy but i hope you enjoy this!
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sakusa kiyoomi isn't the kind of person to flaunt his wealth but from the way he dresses himself, and the way he does things, even the smallest thing like walking, you know that man is wealthy.
he isn't much of a spender when it comes to himself. he has, however, indulged in spending millions on a nice penthouse right in the middle of the bustling nyc. he owns one fancy matte black lamborghini but that's about how far he would go to spending on himself. maybe a few nice suits here and there for formal parties that his parents basically dragged him to, and galas to raise funds for charities, you won't see sakusa spending a lot.
unless it comes to you.
how you both met still astounds him (and you) till this day. you remember working at a small local cafe near your university to make some extra cash as allowance as you didn't want to burden your parents more financially, not after they paid for your degree fully with their hard earned money.
it's not like your family was poor. in fact, your parents make a decent amount of money to feed all the children in the house, having plenty of extra money laying around. but being the oldest, you've grown to be more independent than the rest of your siblings, lessening the burden on your parents whenever you can.
it was just a normal day at the cafe. as you wipe down the round wooden table and clearing all the cups that was left by the people that were just sitting here, you heard the bell ringing, signaling that a customer had just walked in.
"hi, welcome to cafe du monde," you greeted the tall man.
he must have been at least 6'2, you thought to yourself, as a shadow casted in front of you when he walked towards the counter.
you quickly took the basket with all the dirty cups behind the counter, washed your hands with soap and drying it with the paper towel nearby before making your way to the counter to take his order.
"one cafe au lait and a butter croissant please," his voice ringed in your ears.
you keyed in his order into the POS system.
"that would be $7. how would you like to pay?"
"by credit card," he chimed monotonously, handing you a centurion american express card.
you swiped his card and you handed him his card and a receipt.
"take a seat. i will bring your order over to you once it's ready!" you said, in your best "customer service" voice.
he nodded and walked to the furthest and quietest corner of the cafe.
you watched amusingly as this tall figure made his way to his seat, mentally slapping yourself for gawking at him like his your next meal before preparing his order.
you handed his coffee and pastry and he returned a quiet thank you, before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.
little did you know, he was texting his cousin, komori, about this petite waitress (an exaggeration because has he seen how he towers over basically everything) that just served him and how he was internally freaking out, and how his heart skipped a beat when you accidentally brushed your finger against him when you pass him back his card.
and your smile.
what was this feeling? he thought.
sakusa was not only good-looking, he was so filthy rich that he had girls swarming him at every event he's been to. we're talking about girls that were so pretty that they could be runway models. so why did a regular waitress at a small local cafe managed to make him feel this way?
he was so lost in his thoughts that he lost track of time, not noticing how late it was. he finish the last sip of his coffee and made his way out, not forgetting to slip his number to you over the counter with a cheesy "hi, i think you're really pretty."
you ended your shift shortly after and decided to text him. i mean, a handsome man that seemed like he was molded by god himself gave you his number. it's as if you have just sturck the lottery, you thought.
"hey stranger"
sent.
you facepalmed yourself and cringed at the message that you just sent to him.
"hey you" your phone chimed a few seconds after.
that was the start of many conversations you both shared.
life works in a very funny way because 5 years later, the both of you were celebrating your 4th year anniversary.
remember how sakusa doesn't flaunt his wealth or even spend too much on himself?
throughout your entire relationship with him, you can count the amount of times you actually paid for things with just both your hands.
the number of times where he sneaks your wallet out of your already packed bag and place it somewhere high at the shared apartment (more like his apartment) so that he could pay for you because "you can't seemed to find your wallet anywhere"
the number of times where he basically dragged you into balenciaga and prada because "he wanted to check out some new collections" only for him to pick things out specifically and specifically for you.
the number of times where you tried to sneakily pay for the meal while he's in the washroom freshening himself up, only to find out that the bill has already been paid for.
his deceiving stoic look as you know how much of a softie he is when it comes to you.
he treats you with so much care, throwing some banters here and there as he teases you about how you should just be his personal housewife and go shopping with the sub-card that he gave you 1 year into your relationship and let him be the one working. you always laugh at his comment, saying how you can't just throw away your degree just so he can have an excuse to spend more money on you.
you can't say that you hate that he's pampering you this way, because you knew his love language was gift giving. it's just that you want to be able to pamper him too with your hard earned money (which you do, whenever you can).
"happy 4th year anniversary, baby" he coos, as he cut another piece of A5 miyazaki wagyu steak in a restaurant that he fully booked so that the both of you can enjoy your evening together.
"happy 4th anniversary, omi" you smiled.
sakusa kiyoomi doesn't flaunt his wealth but you were his prized possession.
and he would trade anything to be with you over and over again.
and he would do anything to be able to flaunt you to the whole world
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kitashousewife · 1 year
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not just for kids
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an: happy october! i am gonna make some halloween-ish fics i think. here is the first one!
pairing: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader
warnings: food mention, candy mention, sakusa being a party pooper, fluff, lowercase intentional
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"just turn off the lights, this is stupid," sakusa groans, flopping himself onto the living room couch. "there's plenty of other houses in the neighborhood."
"so what omi! come on, it's our first halloween here! i want to be the fun house," you plead, holding the first of many bowls of candy in your arms. "besides, it's only 7:00. they've barely even started!"
with a dramatic groan, sakusa attempts to throw a pillow at you. he isn't going down without a fight.
sakusa hates halloween. he always has. even when he was younger, he didn't care too much for it. he isn't the biggest fan of sweets, staying up later than he needs to, and especially hates costumes of any kind. it isn't just the night itself. oh no, he hates it all. the movies, the pumpkin carving, the endless parties.
he sat through two hours of pumpkin carving last night, carving the most basic jack-o-lantern face possible into his. it took him ten minutes. the rest of the time he watched you use the tiniest, cheapest knife he's ever seen, from the kit you just had to have, making the most intricate design. he only sat through that because he was very entertained at the furrowed brows, extreme concentration, and delicate work you did on the dumb vegetable.
he also just really loves you.
"don't be so lame, kiyoomi!" you shout from your front door. "why do you hate this! you don't even have to say anything,"
he flips through channels on the tv, rolling his eyes at every station. does everyone have to play some stupid halloween movie?
"why would i be excited about handing out candy to kids, let alone candy that we bought. and they're getting it for free."
you huff, stomping over to the living room where your husband is sprawled out, clearly set on not moving any time soon. you grab the remote and shut off the tv.
"babe, i was-"
"please, kiyoomi! just for an hour? after that, i promise you can go sit down," you plead, giving him the best fake pout you can muster up. he rolls his eyes, standing up as slow as he can. you clap your hands together, pulling him by the arm to place a kiss on his cheek. "i owe you, so big. i promise, just an hour,"
"trust me, you're only getting an hour. then i'm going to bed."
shuffling over towards the front door, you flick on the porch light and wait. sakusa fights the grin that comes onto his face. you're so excited, rocking back and forth on your feet. he finds it adorable, but he's really trying to get out of this.
"what's so fun about this, anyway?"
you gasp. "everything! the decorations, everyone is so happy and excited. and the best part is," you grab the candy bowl in preparation. "the costumes!"
"that's the worst part."
"i'm talking about the kids! it's so cute, kiyoomi! i remember being so excited to dress up, i begged my mom every day to let me wear my costume."
he snorts. "whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”
you peek through the window and squeal when you see your first group of trick or treaters coming up to the door.
"move omi! here they come!"
he steps to the side, wincing as the doorbell rings. that's going to get old.
you open the door, beaming as all the children shout "trick or treat!" you coo at them and reach into the bowl, grabbing the biggest handfuls of candy that you can. sakusa wants to stop you, wants to warn you that this is the first group, but it's no use.
"what do we have here? a dinosaur, a princess, and what are you?" you bend down to their level, and the kids smile wide at you. one boy looks at you with a toothy grin, and points to his chest. "i'm superman!"
you laugh. "that is so cool! i love it. enjoy you guys!" you wave at the parents, and as the kids run down the steps, you hear another group approach them.
"now that you gave away half the candy, let's just wait for a bit,"
"shush omi! awh, look at them!"
he sighs and looks at the kids. it looks like siblings, one girl and one boy. the girl looks to be some superhero of some kind, and the boy looks like a lion. he will admit, they're pretty cute.
"wait for your brother!" sakusa looks up and sees what looks like the parents waving at their kids. the boy and girl stop, and wobbling behind them is another little boy, no older than a toddler.
his costume?
a MSBY jersey, number 15. he's wearing little kneepads over his tights, and even has arm sleeves. by the time he reaches his siblings, you have already dropped candy in their buckets. sakusa comes into the doorframe and bends down.
"oh my god omi! look, he's you!"
sakusa can't stop staring. it's the cutest thing he's ever seen. without a second thought, he swipes the bowl out of your hands and dumps it into the toddlers bucket. the boy is a little too young to understand, but his siblings cheer.
"you win for best costume, bud."
giving the smallest thank you he's ever heard, the boy wobbles back down to his family. the parents wave, kneeling down to the boy with excitement. as you shut the door behind you, you can't help but smirk.
"now that you gave away half of the candy," you mock, and his cheeks turn pink.
"oh please. i know how much candy you bought. we have enough for 50 more of those bowls."
you walk over to his spot next to the door and pull him down for a kiss.
"halloween isn't so bad, huh?"
he kisses you again and smirks.
"it's fine. hey, do you think there will be more volleyball costumes?”
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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.”
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taeyamayang · 2 years
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MINE.
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❀ MSBY sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader
❀ themes/tags: fluff | romance | i was having a brainrot im sorry | timsekip! | established relationship | friends to lovers
ㅡsakusa kiyoomi loves in private but that doesn't mean he's afraid to show you off.
not proofread. forgive me if there are mistakes will fix them soon. also, it's my first time to write for him agh!
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you arrived a bit... early.
apparently from your standpoint which is the entrance of the arena, your claim is simply an understatement. you are the first person to arrive. as a matter of fact you're the first person in line for ticket check.
"are you...(y/n)?" the staff controlling the line to the entrance has taken interest in your identity rather than your ticket in his hand.
"yes. why?" you ask, uncertain of how he knows your name.
"hm, i need you step aside for a moment." he shoots you a small smile before turning his head to where other staff are gathered. he shouts. "someone call Sato, he needs to assist a lady right here!" the group of staff nodded before briskly walking away.
you observe the ticket master takes, rips, stamps a logo on a person's inner wrists, and gives their tickets back precisely like he has done this for years. he didn't question any of them, heck he didn't even spare more than a second looking at their faces unlike what he did to you which brings you in wonder.
"am i in trouble?" you ask.
"no." he side glances you for a moment before returning his focus back to his job.
"then why am i being on hold?" you didn't want to irk him by asking too many questions but he's isn't supplying you with answers that will keep you at ease.
he halts mid-air, holding a stamp in hand as he looks at you with a confused face like you uttered a statement that was too far-fetched.
"he didn't tell you?" he cocks a brow before pressing the stamp on the skin of the person waiting in line. his eyes still on you.
"who's 'he'?" the more you question the deeper the crease between his eyebrow becomes.
are you supposed to know everyone in this arena? sure, you have watched games here a couple of times but that doesn't mean you know everything that goes on in their system. he could at least let you on with a bit of information.
the ticketing master shifts his vision to the person approaching behind you. he hums.
"hm, worry not. sato's here. he will assist you inside." you don't even know who sato is but you nodded like you understood what he met. he speaks to the boy catching his breath. "she's (y/n)."
"yes! i know her face. he made sure i remember her." the man wearing a laced id with his last name, Sato, printed on it chuckles. at the corner of his laminated identification card is a job title.
"VIP staff" you read with your eyes.
"I'll lead you to your seat." Sato gestures you follow him inside.
without saying a word, even though you're dubious of what is going on, you trail behind him. he walks down a fleet of stairs, looking through his shoulder from time to time to check you.
he stops right before the barricade separating the blue and red chairs. the blue chairs dominate the arena. it's tiered starting from the barricade to the exit doors while the red chairs are numbered. it is in equal footing with the floor of the court, placed right next to the team's corner.
"you can choose whatever seat you want but i suggest you go for the one over there. that's the nearest seat to MSBY and the view there is amazing." sato directs you with full smile.
"there must be a mistake. i have a regular ticket." you decided to speak up, showing him your stub but he waves it off.
"everyone gets a regular ticket whether you buy it online or over the counter. the red chairs or the vips are per request." as sato explains the more confused you get.
"i didn't request a vip seat." you reply.
"yes, you didn't but MSBY Sakusa did." As he mentions your boyfriend's name your lids peel off and gradually everything make sense.
"i didn't know." you said in a hushed tone.
"oh! it must be a surprise!" sato claps his hands enthusiastically but you, on the other hand, is horrified of the situation.
your eyes scan the vip section only to recognize a couple of faces. celebrities, influencers, bloggers, daughters from prominent families, and so on. and you look at yourselfㅡplain white shirt tucked in a high waisted jeans. slung over your shoulder is a signature bag that took Sakusa ages for you to accept. a bag priced thrice as a regular one is a no-no for you but your boyfriend argued that it's reasonable because it's your first birthday with him (although, you have spent countless birthdays with him it was as a friend and not as a lover. he thought dating you will give him the right to spoil you with gifts). you are not prepared for this situation. you wish you pulled your best top out of your closet or caked your face with make up.
"make yourself comfortable, i'll be at entrance C if you need anything." Sato says as he walks back up.
"wait, Sato." you stop him and he turns. "is it okay if i move seats and by that i mean up there, in those blue ones?" sato pauses for a moment before he replies.
"course! you can take whatever seat you want." he offers you a gentle smile before walking out.
knowing that famous individuals that will sit next to you gives you anxiety. you don't want to be put alongside with people whom you constantly feel like you have to adjust yourself just so you could appear admirable in their eyes. you wish to spare yourself of headache. albeit, all you want to do is to enjoy you boyfriend's game and cheer for him.
with much thought, you make your way up to the blue seats. you settle in the last seat in a row and immediately pulls your phone out of your pocket. you snap a picture of the court from where you are and sends it to your boyfriend. you type in "here." before clicking send.
a few seconds to a minute, a check appears next to your message. a note that tells you he has seen it. you didn't bother waiting for his reply as you already that at this point he and his team are preparing for the match. so, you zip your phone in your bag and relax your back on the seat.
a chattering noise accompanied by steps coming from the stairs is heard as two girls wearing a Bokuto and Sakusa jersey appears. they sit next to you, giddy about the upcoming match. the other girl which is sitting farther from you notices you.
"who are you cheering for?" she asks, cheeks turning red the moment you met eyes with her. she's probably hesitant to start a conversation with a stranger but since you're stuck with them (because you're sitting in the last seat of the row) she ought to make friends with you.
"MSBY." you simply state.
"who in MSBY?" she asks.
"Sakusa Kiyoomi." the other girl turns and instantly her face lights up at the mention of her idolㅡobviously, as she's wearing his jersey.
"Oh my god! you like him too?!" she gasps, leaning to your side.
"like" is a funny word. you don't just like him, you are in love with him. you have loved him for years even before he became a professional volleyball player. you were his friend and ally, mostly when you join forces into jesting or pushing other people's buttons. your admiration for him goes beyond Sakusa as a volleyball player. you like him as the person you share breakfast with or the grumpy old man he turns to when the room gets too messy to his liking. you like him when he's unable to decipher how to bake a chocolate cake or how to callout a neighboor that's too loud. you like him in many ways others couldn't.
nonetheless, you nod to the girl and as she squeals her friend taps on her shoulder as she points to the court. "they're here!"
both you and your boyfriend's fan turn your eyes to where she is pointing. there you see his team walking from the dugout. you spot him behind the three: hinata, bokuto, and miya. contrary to the three men who never run out of energy, he walks behind them calmly almost like he's bored. as soon as he steps in the court his eyes scan the audience.
he's looking for you.
he squints to search for your face and when his piercing eyes sees you, you swear to the sky and below that you felt your whole body shiver in fear. he tilts his head to the side as he narrows his eyes at you then he jogs his way to the team's coach. they exchanged a few words and after a nod from his coach, he's on his way to you.
your throat runs dry when his long legs skip the barricade separating the court and the red seats and the red seats to the blue seats. the two girls next to you jumps in their seats in excitement as they watch Sakusa climb the stairs towards their direction.
you turn your head to the side, away from the stairs and to the two girls with owl-like eyes anticipating the volleyball player. you cover your pathetic face with one hand and after a while you feel a daunting presence next to you. he didn't do anything, he just stands and looks at you through his bottom lashes.
"hey, hey, MSBY Sakusa is here! i thought you like him? come on this is a one time opportunity!" the girl next to you wearing your boyfriend's jersey scream-shouts. thanks to her support now you're melting in embarrassment.
Sakusa clears his throat and it's about time for you tear your hand away from your face. you shoot him a sheepish smile as his brows meet at the center of his forehead.
"why are you sitting here?" your voice hitches as his cold tone reaches you.
"i, uh... heh." you purse your lips into a tight smile.
"did sato not assist you? i made sure he remembers your name and face. i reserved a seat for you at the vip section." he arches a brow. at this point, the two girls next to you are watching the events unfold with their mouths hanging. they didn't expect this at all, and it's clear with how they look.
"listen, omi. i don't want to sit there." your mention of his first name, no, his nickname had the girl sitting next to you gasp loudly in shock. her friend cupped her hand over her mouth to stop her.
"and why?" sakusa challenges as he bends his back down to match with your height. he anchors his hand on the backrest of the seat in front of you and the other on your seat. you are completely caged, trapped between his spreadout arms.
"i don't want to sit next to celebrities looking like this! we both have many things in common but we surely share the same level of hostility towards people, especially famous entitled ones. you know this."
the amphitheater is beggining to swarm with people. you and sakusa have gained a number of head turns and even some of them took a quick photo of him. the least you want right now is attention but your conversation with your boyfriend isn't ending any time soon.
"i don't even know who those celebrities are." He pauses, then adds. "i want to see your face up close when i play, baby." he never calls you with that pet name, ever. not in public places, not in front of friends, but always when he needs something from you.
"baby, can you cook me dinner?"
"you look so good. do you have spare time, baby?
"oh, come on, baby, cuddle with me won't you?"
it's totally fine when it's just the two of you in a room but when he says it with ears nearby you can't help but succumb to his request just to end the embarrassment. when he sees you slowly sinking into your seat, he already knows.
he has won.
sakusa offers a hand to guide you to the vip section but you look at him, head slowly shaking to the sides.
"you don't have to do that."
"i insist." a cheeky grin plays on his lips as he continues. "quick, you don't want everyone's eyes on us, don't you?"
hence, with a long sigh and a quick grab on his hand you flees you out of your seat like a knight saving his princess. you give the two kind girls a swift nod as a way of saying goodbye and in return they stick their thumb out, eyes still wide as a deer in headlights.
as you tail behind sakusa with your hands intertwined, you pull him back gently so he can stop and wait for you.
"you're doing this on purpose. you're enjoying my flustered face. i know you, omi." you say through your teeth and for the nth time today he catches you off guard by leaning in to the side of your face. he turns his head towards you just enough for you to feel his lips brushing against your ears.
"let me show you off." he whispers.
"i thought you said you hate attention." you reply, swallowing in air as you feel a growing grin against the shell of your ears.
"i do but i'm letting them know you're mine."
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title's not the best lol but thanks for reading! hope ya like it ;)
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the-haikyuu-trash · 2 years
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my thoughts about SAKUSA KIYOOMI and physical touch
tags: fluff, gn!reader
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my version of Sakusa Kiyoomi (22) MSBY BLACK JACKALS OUTSIDE HITTER with his s/o is that he likes to think physical touches are not his thing.
But his s/o knows that deep down that he:
likes to cuddle.
to be babied.
believes that forehead kisses are superior.
heart beating real fast when his s/o rest their head on his chest, their arms wrapping around his waist before placing soft kisses on his jawline, muttering “i miss you so much.” after they came back from work.
relaxing when their s/o leg rest on his thigh absentmindedly when talking about their day or lazing around the sofa while watching some netflix show.
softens when his s/o would randomly compare hand sizes with him and seeing their hands made him think to himself; “they’re so small.”
melts when his s/o lays on top of him early in the morning, still sleepy and mumbling that “have his morning run later” while his hands rest on their back, his thumb softly tracing shapes on their skin unconsciously, feeling warm and safe with his one and only.
Sakusa Kiyoomi love language is physical touch— shh! he’s not aware of it… yet.
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suncakie · 2 years
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Calm | Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader
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request. [@lucacangettathisass] Hey! Congrats on the followers! May I request sakusa x gn reader with 13? Super angsty to super fluffy? Thank you!
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prompt. 13. "How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?”
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prompt list. 100 Followers event!
warnings. Sakusa is ooc(?), roomates to lovers, self degrading, Understanding reader, angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, Embarrassed Sakusa.
notes. Tsym for the request:D when I wrote this I first thought was cheating or break up- but like how would that be angst to fluff, so here is a confession:)) I hope you like it<33
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You decided to Confess to your long time roomate, thinking that he also feels the same for you with how he acts towards you, yet he took it as a joke.
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"m'so stupid aren't I?" you didn't mean to sound desperate, you didn't even mean to sound like you needed pity, it just came out pathetically.
pathetic?
Were you pathetic?
Sakusa frowned at you, what is he supposed to say after that? Should he comfort you? Did he say something wrong? He should think of his next words more carefully, perhaps, thinking what you would feel if he told you that.
"You aren't stupid—"
"How was I such an idiot, to believe that you, out of all people, could ever love me?” you looked at him, eyes stern yet filled to the brim with tears, it was dripping to the floor at this point, yet Sakusa looked none of concern.
Sakusa didn't mean to make you cry, he probably looks like a careless person right now if anyone would see this scene unfold, but in truth, he just doesn't know how to react.
what are you crying for anyway? Did he forget to do the laundry? Is it his turn to buy the groceries? Why are you crying right now—
Oh.
It was a confession, he didn't know that, you were confessing your love to him yet he straight up thought it was a joke, who wouldn't? You've been making jokes to him about being his partner for decades.
You've been friends for who knows how long, roomates for the past few years yet he thought you were joking right now. He felt terrible. He's a terrible person.
"It wasn't– I thought–" he reached out to you, yet, to his dismay you dodged his touch, shaking your head.
"No– No, I'm fine, just go back to practice, break is probably over already"
You were stupid, how could you ever believe a guy like him, who has a lot of fawning girls and guys, could ever find his future with you.
Heck, you felt so cringy now, why are you playing the victim? You should just shut up and stop crying already, its pathetic.
You smiled and waved at him, like the moments earlier didn't happen, it just another day you thought "what do you want for dinner? I'm thinking pasta though do you prefer something else?"
You heard Sakusa click his tongue, although you chose to ignore it "if you don't want anything I'm cooking pasta" you sighed and looked at him.
And suddenly, air was knocked out of your lungs, you felt the hard yet soft grass on your back, a hand was cupping the back of your head like the person was expecting the fall.
"Sakusa what are you doing?, its dirty here, get up" it was out of character for him, hugging you with the force of falling down.
"No, I should apologise" he muttered at you, holding you tightly like you were his lifeline, yes like.
"Sure big baby, just get up, it's dirty here" You should be mad at him, should lash out at him, yet you acted like he didn't upright reject you, were you this understanding to the point you just neglect your needs?
"I'm sorry, I should be more aware of the impact of words" you looked at him confused, what? You didn't get it, he rejected you then he apologised to you for his words?
You snickered at his face "You don't look sorry" he placed a hand infront of his face, another remark was supposed to come out yet he cut it short, prompting to say something else.
"I like you, okay?" You starred at him in disbelief, before shifting your face to a more stotic one "I don't" Sakusa shot you a glare, despite having a massive blush on his cheeks, he wasn't one with words after all.
"I'm kidding, chill, you thought I was joking earlier didn't you?" You brushed him off, you were walking into this too casually, should you put your guard up?
He nodded, not trusting his words for now, he thought you will reject him anyway despite knowing you reciprocate his feelings, it was still a possibility you know.
"So Kiyoomi, if I could call you that" you looked at him both of your hands intertwined, waiting for some type of remark on why you shouldn't, but when you didn't get one you continued.
"What would you like for dinner?" You stopped when you felt him stop walking, you were too calm, too calm for his liking.
You looked at him, curiously before freezing, seeing his face near yours as he pecked the corner of your lip and walking towards the entrance of the gym.
"Pasta and Garlic bread would be nice"
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starjaeyun · 2 years
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OVERPROTECTIVE MIYANS !
PART TWO OF SISTER MIYA !
— keeping a close eye on both his friend and sister, he noticed tons of changes and he did not like it
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pairing! sakusa kiyoomi x f! reader
warnings! swear words, ooc characters, overprotective brothers, miyans following y/n and sakusa
note! a lot of you have been asking for part two and after two months it's finally here! i'm sorry for the wait, i just got really busy T T
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a sigh of frustration left Atsumu's lips as he ruffled his hair for the nth time this night. it's not that he was stressed out about volleyball, actually he prefers to be stressed out about the said sport but no, he had to stress over the fact that his usually lifeless sister being all giddy
hell she was even smiling while doing the dishes and doing the dishes was something she always hated! so why's she smiling all of a sudden?!
and second, he had to stress over his teammate who claimed to have no time for love yet he was always on his phone, smiling and giggling like a child. it just didn't make sense!
now one might wonder why would you stress over your sister and your teammate being smiley
it's because these changes happened the day after Sakusa did the dare and he wasn't ready for his baby sister to go and have a boyfriend!
maybe he was being overprotective or dramatic but the thought of his sister showing her sweet and soft and whiny side to another?! he hated it!
"you look like shit"
Atsumu groaned "fuck off samu! 'm not in the mood!"
ignoring his twin's words, Osamu took a seat beside him on his bed which caused the bed to dip down
"whatcha thinkin' of?"
a huff leaves the blonde "y/n....and omi-kun" he admits, looking at his twin from the corner of his eye. hearing those words, Osamu frowned
"i was just thinking of that before i went here" he mumbles, eyes rolling in annoyance "i thought i'm the only one who noticed"
Atsumu raised a brow "know somethin' 'bout this?"
"kinda? maybe? Sakusa has been coming to onigiri miya more often, literally like- he's there every other day, and then leaving after sitting there doing nothing and ordering nothing. i have no idea why though but i noticed that after y/n's shift sakusa is either about to walk out or he's already gone. i never seem to find out who he's waiting for but i'm convinced it's y/n"
"FOR REAL! y/n has been all smiley and omi-kun has been at his phone literally every chance he gets then becomes all giggly and shit"
Atsumu and Osamu gave each other a look before nodding
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"you look so pretty today y/n" Atsumu giggles mockingly from the bushes "i will fucking choke you omi-kun!"
Osamu covers Atsumu's mouth "shut the fuck up! they'll spot us"
the latter lets out an annoyed huff but stayed quiet anyway and continued to watch his sister and teammate have lunch
"so y/n- i hope we're not going too fast but uhm- i really like you...can i court on you?" Atsumu nearly chokes and was about to jump out of his hiding place but the look Osamu gave him made him stop
y/n smiles "of course! we're gonna...you know have to tell my brothers first though, they can be quite protective when it comes to me getting a partner"
the dark haired male held y/n's hand, soothing her palm with a smile "mhm..we will have to do that, Atsumu will kill me if we keep it a secret"
"oh you bet i will omi-kun!"
by this time, Atsumu has given up on spying on the two so ignoring his twin's protests he stepped out of the bushes, leaves and twigs clinging to his hair and clothing as he marched his way towards y/n and Sakusa
Osamu came out next while cleaning himself, calmly walking towards them
"I- were you guys spying on us?" y/n pointed between her and her date, Atsumu nodded "mhm! we are, we've noticed how giggly you two have been ever since omi-kun got your number so we took it upon ourselves to find out what's going on between you two"
"and we accept, Sakusa-san...you can court on y/n" Osamu says before Atsumu could protest
the blonde gave the dark haired man a look of shock "WHAT?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO SAY NO! AND WHO IS WE-" Osamu covers the male's mouth before he could say anything else
y/n couldn't help but laugh at this situation right now while Sakusa just sat there awkwardly
"you two enjoy! we'll get going now bye!" with that Osamu pulls Atsumu who was shooting glares at his teammate "WE'RE NOT DONE YET OMI-KUN!" he yells before disappearing from their sight
both y/n and Sakusa stared at each other for a few seconds before they ended up in fits of giggles
"well that was unexpected but i get to court you! Atsumu will agree soon, he just needs quite some time to accept the fact that his little sister is growing"
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kyotani-brainrot · 2 years
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can someone please please PLEASE help me find the one shot on here where Sakusa Kiyoomi forgets your birthday??
Pleeaaassseeee I read it last year and haven’t been able to find it again since and i need to reread it
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miyasins · 2 years
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pussy enthusiast! sakusa kiyoomi who’s laid on his back, eagerly squeezing the fat of your thighs that’s perched on either side of his head as you teasingly lower your hips on his awaiting mouth, your fingers carding through the mess of his curls before giving it a harsh tug.
a satisfied moan grumbling from his throat as your juices finally hit his tongue, his grip on you tightening before nuzzling his face into your drooling pussy, tongue easily slipping between your wet folds to drink in your tangy nectar.
he’s a messy eater when it comes to you, juices running down his chin while his mind is only clouded with lust, his neglected cock twitching and straining against his dress pants. but all he’s thinking about is how much he wants to feel your cunt clenching down on his tongue and fingers, wants to hear your desperate moans as you grind your sweet pussy on his face.
he’s got his tongue flattened against your clit, let’s you ride in irregular jerks as he’s slipping two slender fingers in your sloppy entrance, thrusting them in a fast pace before he’s sucking on your puffy clit, tongue swirling around it while your high pitched whines grow louder and then he’s quickening his pace, eager to have you squirt your juices in his mouth.
sometimes sakusa is nasty about it, obnoxious slurps echoing the room when he’s eating you out, fingers squelching as he presses against the spongy spot inside you. sometimes he full on makes out with your pussy on his stomach while he’s humping the pillow between his legs, and sometimes he has a bruising grip on your thighs as he makes you bounce on his tongue like you would with his cock. it’s not his fault he’s just so addicted to your sweet little pussy that he can’t help but throw all cautions out the window.
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kitashousewife · 2 years
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winding down
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an: this is purely self indulgent but i hope you all love it
pairings: timeskip!sakusa x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, school stress, pet names, lowercase intentional
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the glow of your laptop against your skin makes you realize how long you’ve been here.
hours of school work, getting you what feels like nowhere at all. the cursor blinks once, twice, three times before you close your tabs and shut your laptop.
it’s time you call it a night.
the autumn sun left hours ago, the warm glow on the walls long gone, now replaced by the cool light of the moon.
you stand slowly, stretching as you begin to move around. the house is quiet, except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant stream of the shower, telling you sakusa is still awake. your eyes close for a moment, allowing yourself a deep breath in and out. it was a long day, but now you can finally begin to wind down.
shutting off the light in the living room, you shuffle towards the front door, locking it with a firm click. you begin the first steps of your routine, starting the dishwasher which sakusa loaded earlier, and wiping down the counters slowly. each swipe of the cloth brings you a little more peace than the last.
turning off the lights in the kitchen, you make your way through the bedroom door. a sleepy smile reaches your lips as you notice your husband has already set out pajamas for you, right on top of your pillow.
as soon as you walk into your shared bathroom, the shower turns off. normally, you would tell sakusa to take as long as you want! but tonight, you deserve a long shower.
reaching for a clean towel, you grab two, and turn around to hand your husband one. he places a kiss on your forehead, and you giggle at the drops of water that fall from his dark hair.
“kiyoomi,” you groan in fake annoyance.
“what? im just speeding up the process, pretty.”
the steam from the previous shower fills your lungs, and with an exhale you let every bad part of the day go. as you go through your shower, sakusa asks you the regular night time questions.
“did you lock the door?”
“did you start the dishwasher?”
“did you remember to plug in your computer?”
every question is answered with a “yes, baby,” by the time you step out of the shower. the bathroom is empty, but not for long. dressed in pajamas of his own, your husband walks towards the vanity to grab his toothbrush. he steps to the side, allowing you room to begin your skin routine.
“you were doing homework for a while,” he asks, the tone of his voice letting you know his concern.
“i didn’t even realize,” you sigh, reaching for your moisturizer. “i’m glad i stopped when i did though.”
he spits in the sink and places his toothbrush back in the holder. raising an eyebrow, he turns to you.
“how come?”
“i got to catch you right out of the shower.”
sakusa rolls his eyes and exits the bathroom quickly in an attempt to hide his pink cheeks, but it doesn’t work.
putting your own tooth brush away, you turn off the last light of the night and walk towards the bed. after putting on your pajamas, you climb into bed and let out a sigh of relief. you plug in your phone and turn to sakusa. phone in hand, scrolling through his team chat, with a very annoyed look on his face.
“anything good today?” you mumble, eyes half open and body feeling just a little bit heavier.
“no, as usual. i don’t get why we have this stupid chat anyway,” he gripes, locking his phone and placing it on his nightstand. before he can set it down, your eyes shoot open.
“wait, your alarm! tomorrow is wednesday, you have early practice.”
he nods and grabs his phone once more. setting his alarm quickly, he puts his phone down and turns to you. pulling you close, sakusa feels much better.
he doesn’t say it out loud, but his embrace tells you how much he missed you tonight.
“hey,” he breathes, softly to not disturb you. you hum.
“i’m really proud of you, you know.” pulling away slightly, you look up at him, at least what you can see in the dark.
“what makes you say that?”
he turns his head to yawn. “you’ve been working so hard this week.”
“it’s only tuesday,” you giggle, running your fingers through his damp hair, before tucking a curl behind his ear.
“so? im proud of you. you work so hard.”
your heart swells. this week has been so busy, and you’ve felt like you can’t keep up. due dates are piling up, readings are becoming harder to keep track of.
“i love you, kiyoomi.” you kiss him, and like always, his lips fit right into yours.
“i love you too.”
as your eyes close, the steady rhythm of his heart is the perfect song to lull you to sleep. sakusa feels relieved. every few minutes tonight, he would look over at you, seated close to him as he studied different film in preparation for this weekend. every time he checked on you, your brows were furrowed, eyes moving quickly as you scan whatever was on your screen. sometimes he would catch you writing something down, or crossing something off of your list. but, as the game he watched ended, you were still working away. he assumed you would stop as soon as you saw him start the dishes, but you didn’t.
he felt a sense of relief when he heard the beginnings of the dishwasher, telling him that he would see you soon.
as your breathing steadies, sakusa feels himself drifting off. he pulls you a little tighter. he knows he isn’t good with words, but he is always trying to make sure you know how proud he is of you.
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keitea · 1 year
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them combing and brushing out your hair for you because of how pretty it is <3 you definitely have fallen asleep while he brushes your hair. he'll quietly carry you to your shared bedroom, tucking you into the covers.
he sits by the edge of the bed, caressing your face lovingly and smiles to himself.
akaashi, oikawa, sugawara, tendou, kita, iwaizumi, yamaguchi, kuroo, lev, sakusa
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taeyamayang · 1 year
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FROM WHENCE WE CAME
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ㅡa fangirl, her idol, and a funny twist of fate.
❀ sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader
❀ tags: fluff! | crack if you laugh | serendipity | first meets | fan x idol to potential lovers
❀ warnings: sakusa's charms | oh and i uh curse a lot, sorry | mentions of kidnapping and death in just one part, dont wanna freak yall out
a/n: i hereby serve you a light one shot to ease your stress. also, my writing here is stupid and messy. nothing serious, tossing that poetic shit on the side. WE ARE SIMPING FOR THE SAKUSA KIYOOMI. YOU WITH ME??
note: will edit when the sun's up. enjoy
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"what?!" your eyes round at the words sputtered by the security guard of the building. "wait, so you're telling me that my car got towed?!"
"honda, dark blue, and a license plate with 6 or 8, i'm not sure but it's even. it was parked over there." the guard points at the empty spot near the fences of the parking lot.
"that's my car! why would they tow my car parked inside a parking lot?!" at this point you could feel the frustration boiling inside you as you try to make sense of the situation.
"it's past nine. they don't allow overnight parkings at the sports arena. the admin has been strict since the incident with the football fans who camped for tickets for the championship game last year."
"could they at least be considerate? i mean, i wasn't planning on leaving my car here! i am fifteen minutes late because i was at the maintenance office waiting for the staff who happen to pick up my missing bracelet." you explain your case although you're certain that it's pointless. right at this very second your car is being dragged to the nearest pick up point and the man guarding his post has nothing to do to stop it.
"at least you found your bracelet." the man shrugs. he offers you a bit of positivity in liue of easing your outburst.
you let out a long sigh, shoulders slumped forward. afterall, he is right. your bracelet means so much to you that you even traded the chance to meet the players of MSBY just to look for it. meeting them is a once in a lifetime experience but losing your bracelet equates to losing a generational heirloom.
"look, i'll help you get a cab." the guard says to comfort you.
"thank you, sir." you say with defeated tone. you flash him a weak smile before shifting your eyes to an empty parking lot... or so it seems like?
it was hard to spot but if you squint your eyes into the almost-pitch dark lot, you could see a car tucked at the farthest corner. the silver logo of four intertwined circles flicker against the solar lamp post on the road adjacent to it, thereafter catching your attention. it's a luxury brand car, audi to be exact; painted in matte black and parked, or rather untowed, you emphasized.
"what's that car doing over there?" you ask the gentleman. anger and jealousy slowing seething inside you.
"oh, he always goes out after closing. the admin knows." just as he was about to explain further, a man pushes the glass door of the building. "here he is." the security gestures to the man in his sweatpants and white shirt. a shadow is casted from his shoulders up to his face making it difficult for you to see his features.
"have a safe drive." the guard greets him in a casual and friendly tone. one that could give you a hint that this man often stays behind closing that the guard has become acquainted with him.
"you too." he says.
the voice. you can't miss this voice.
the countless hours spent on watching MSBY's interviews and games has finally served its purpose.
you keep your eyes at him as he steps forward. the shadow that cloaked his face gradually rolls up as the light from the lamp post illuminates his features. his hair fresh from the shower and his usual white mask covering half of his face. your speculations are confirmed.
you missed the meet and greet but he's here.
sakusa kiyoomi.
you know everything about him. your workmates even deemed you as sakusa's crazy little fangirl because of how much you look up to him. taking advantage of your extensive knowledge about him, you were able to stop your initial reaction which is to scream to his face like a lunatic.
sakusa absolutely hates loud people.
that's why he's often seen frowning at the other three: miya, hinata, and bokuto when they're on a practice match.
so what do you have to do?
you must act edgy, just like him. a man with class. prim and proper and barely amused by trivial things. yes, you must earn sakusa's favor.
"hey." you managed to say in a calm voice.
in response, he arches a brow as he looks at you through his bottom lashes.
FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. ABORT MISSION. THAT WAS FUCKING HOT
HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO KEEP CALM WHEN FACED WITH A HOT SEXY MAN??
you choke on air staring at him and when you were about to embarrass, you thank the gods of olympus for the security guard saving your ass for nth time tonight.
"no ones picking up." the man says as he turns the screen of his phone to you. flashed on the screen is a loading sign on a transportation app. worry begins to cloud you. forget about the hot sexy man next to you, how the fuck will you go home?
"at what time do you think the towing station closes?"
"even if they're open 'till now. they won't release your car tonight. it has to sit there for at least twelve hours."
"twelve hours?!" you shout, petrfied and losing your edge. once you realized it you immediately clear your throat and pull yourself together. you must make a good first impression on sakusa kiyoomi so you can boast it on your stan twitter account. you look at him at the corner of your eyes before stating in a confident manner, "i'll take the bus."
"oh, dear you can't!" the guard presses his brows together.
way to go, sir. you thought. now your pretentious indepedent-obviously-not-bothered-by simple-mishaps woman role is shattered. the man continues.
"some say that a kidnapping near the area happened recently. the woman is about your age." he leans forward, voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "rumors has it that the woman was found dead and sealed inside a drum." his narrative deserves a set of campfire and smores, a tale told by old people. nonetheless, if it were to be true you are left to risk your life on the road.
after a moment, a question pops in from a person you momentarily forgot about.
"where do you live?" sakusa says, hence you turn to face him. his height easily towers you but what's even more notable than his height is the intimidating aura he exudes.
"kunitachi." you reply and his face instantly crumples. he lives on the other side of the city (of course you know that, pft) so he must know how far you have come to watch the game.
"i'll take you home." he tucks his hands inside the pockets of his grey sweatpants and begins to stride. however, you remain still on your spot and he notices.
it's not that you don't trust him... no, actually you don't. it may sound funny coming from his fan but you have zero knowledge about his personal life. outside being a pro volleyball player, he is a stranger to you. this could be a moment you will never forget either because you had a great time or the complete opposite. there is a reason why people advise to never meet your idol. you might find yourself agreeing to the saying.
when he notices your delay, he pulls out a leather wallet from his pants. he shuffles through the pockets before taking out a laminated identification card.
"hold on to it if you don't trust me."
your eyes scan the i.d. sakusa kiyoomi. march 20, 1996. black hair. black eyes. 189 cm. you can't believe that between your hands is your idol's government i.d.. observing the object in your hand, your eyes catch a badly taken photo of him pictured at the right side of the card. it's a fact that he's beyond ethereal but this... not even someone like sakusa kiyoomi can escape the horrible quality of an oustretched identification card photo.
your eyes rally from the photo on the card and to his face, obviously comparing his actual face and the one on the picture. sakusa's realizes what you had seen.
"stop looking at my photo." he lightly smacks your hand down to cover his face. "are you coming or not?" he snaps.
you tail behind him, hand clutching onto his i.d. like it's an object worth of gold. he takes out a key to his car then presses a button that made the luxury car that was once hiding behind the moonlight outshines the full moon. the low click resonates, unlocking the doors. his car is worth thrice as your annual salary. he opens the door for you and waits for you to get in before shutting it close.
instantly, a fragrant musk mixed with soap and light perfume pangs your nose. it slams right into your nasal and down to your lungs. all you could sense is the clean air inside his car. you bet your all your credits worth that the air inside the vehicle is cleaner than your bedroom.
rumors about him are true. this man loves to keep his things neat and organized, which reminds you to keep a persona close to his liking. when he pulls the door to the driver's seat open, you immediately keep your knees together, ankles aligned, and your hands to your thighs. he briefly glances at you, fingers brushing the strands of his damped hair before pressing the ignition button.
the car rumbles in a low vibrato like a beast emerging from a deep cave, slealthily yet cunning. now you understand the difference between a luxury and an ordinary car. yours rumbles like it's its last day to hit the road.
you're already whipped beyond saving for sakusa to begin with but watching him operate his high technology car makes him even more attractive. let alone if he wears a suit and tie, driving one hand on the steering wheel, brows pressed together and-
"i said, your address." he asks as you blink rapidly back at him.
fuck, you were daydreaming this whole time? did he asked you twice? what the fuck were you thinking? keep it together, (y/n).
"oh, uh, right. 34 Ilmare building, Kunitachi." you swallow down your composure. you watch his long boney fingers type in your address on a screen attached to the front dash. "sorry, i was spacing out."
"figured." he responds without missing a beat. his comment is like a stab in your chest. he knows you were out of your wits moments ago.
minus 10 points on impressing him.
the female voice coming from the system of the car echoes. it informs the driver about the location with a brief information about road blocks and minor traffic. sakusa maneuvers the car to a reverse. he puts his hand on the back of your seat as he looks over his shoulder. his other hand grips on the steering wheel as he positions the car to exit. even with the mask covering half of his face, you could clearly see the prominent lines on his jaw. its even more beguiling up close than just zooming it in on your phone. once on the road, the space you shared falls into silence. sure, there is soft music playing in the background but it is not enough to fill the space. of course, you cannot keep your mouth shut.
"congrats on winning." the stoplight switches to red.
"thanks." he doesn't leave room for small talks and now you're once again trapped into silence.
actually, you're not.
"the winning point spiked by hinata made the crowd go wild. heck, i was up on my feet." you want to bite your tongue down to prevent yourself from talking. sakusa may not want to converse with you and you're just making a fool of yourself by starting a conversation with a brick wall.
"outside hitter fan? thought you're one of miya's." he says suddenly. the stoplight turns green.
"do i look a miya fan? does miya fans have a certain characteristic?" you are amused by his assumption. your body slightly angles towards his direction.
"no. just assumed you're a fan of him since he's got a ton." his free hand skillfully unhooks the strings latched around the shell of his ears before tossing it on the backseat. his fingers rakes through hair once more, letting the wavy strands brush against the top of his forehead making your eyes draw to the beauty mark above his eyebrow. then, he runs his fingers through the neckline of his white shirt as he pulls it loose.
"nope." you swallow thickly, feeling guilty for watching him. "he's a great setter but his serving technique, the one he does to silence the crowd is a bit...weird to me. but he scores points through it so i think that's fine, i guess."
your eyes round when realization sinks in.
did you just insulted his teammate?? what happened to impressing the sakusa kiyoomi? how could you do everything you're not supposed to do?? what the heck??
"exactly what i said to him." he lets out an airy laugh.
oh.
"so, hinata or bokuto" sakusa runs his tongue over his bottom lip. "i'll let them know i drove their fan home. i want them pissed off first thing in the morning. they love fan service." he chuckles to himself.
is this why they say to never meet your idol? is this the "other" or "dark side" of him that you are supposed to hate? because clearly with the way the corners of your lips pulled up, you are enjoying his humor. this is not supposed to happen.
"why do you assume it's them? you literally have people praising your picture." you whisper to yourself. you can't believe that sakusa thinks that he has zero admirers when in fact, the social media alone is flooding with men and women, volleyball league fans or not, oggling at his mere presence. a shot of him mid-air about to spike a ball once trended on twitter after five minutes of its release.
you tear your eyes away from him, pouting at his oblivion, and draw it forward where your attention lands on a familiar figure.
"hey! is that a voltes five miniature robot?" you point at the small robot planted on the dashboard. it shines in bright tones, making it apparent that the small figurine is made from pure metal.
"yeah." sakusa glances at where you pointing.
"no shit! and the model is curated from the original version!"
"how did you know?"
"how could i not know?!" you inch closer to the figurine, missing the small tug on sakusa's mouth when he sees your eyes sprakled in excitement. "how did you get your hands on this? i heard that it's difficult to see these in stores nowadays. only collectors have them."
"i knew a collector back then but i didn't have enough money to buy it. when i won my first official match as a pro player, i knew i have to get this."
"that's awesome!" you sit back in the seat, stretching your legs in a comfortable manner. you unconsciously loose all the tension in your muscles as you let go of you true self; your persona and goal to impress him, long forgotten.
"have you heard of the newest version of voltes five? it's a remake but in a form of a movie. i heard it's got an updated tech showing all the cool effects and all that. oh, look! it's there on the billboard!" you point at the huge advertisement board featuring the movie. sakusa ducks his head forward to read the sign before pulling his eyes back on the road. "it's showing this week but i bet nothing will top the 1977 version."
when you were about to worry on his lack of response, he remarks.
"1977 to 1978, golden era."
"are you an original version fan too?!" you turn to face him and this time he fails to stop a growing smile. his fingers drum on the steering wheel as zest builds inside him.
"yeah."
"finally! someone with a taste! were you ever called a freak for liking the original version too?!"
"everytime." events of komori, his cousin, teasing him for liking a show that's beyond his age crosses his mind. komori fancied the newer series, one that has great effects and updated styles. on the other hand, sakusa remained an old soul. growing up, he had few kids in his age who have the similar taste as him. this is the reason why he struggled to connect with his peers and became comfortable in his own bubble.
except for tonight as he finally feels connected to someone, a person he ironically do not know.
"tatoe arashi ga hukou tomo..." you sing to yourself the first line of the theme song while looking at the window. he catches you off guard when he continues to sing the song in a rather shy and quiet voice.
"...tatoe oonami areru tomo." your vision flew to him. face splitting into half as you grin wide at him like a kid.
"kogidasou tataki no umi he..." you pause, waiting for him to continue the song but he keeps his mouth into a thin line as struggles to fight a smile. "come on! sing with me!" you urge him with an upbeat tone.
"no." he shakes his head. the muscles around his mouth stiffens as he wrestles to keep a straight face.
"i already heard you sing! it's just the two of us freaks here so what's stopping you?!" you gleefully push him to continue singing.
"no!" right then, he bursts into a laugh.
you have been his fan for the longest time but you have never saw him laugh this carelessly beforeㅡnot on interviews, practice games, or behind the scenes. it is a sight no one in the volleyball league has seen. and it's all because of an iconic show from ages ago.
"we need to play it. you are not dropping me off at my place without us singing the entire theme song." you take your phone out from your bag as you scroll through your playlist.
"connect it to bluetooth." sakusa sets the touchscreen monitor on his dash, and you take this as a chance to jest. your eyes rallying from the monitor and to his face.
"what?" sakusa notices the look on your face. he claws on his lips to hide a smile.
"and you told me you didn't want to sing? how pretentious can you be!" you playfully call him out, thus earning another heartful laugh from him.
"no, you sing and i play the song." he argues.
"no, no, no. i am the dj here, alright? you follow me. we both sing it together."
when the theme song blasts through the speakers of his car, it took sakusa thirty seconds into the song before he finally caved in. he sings with you like nobody else was in the room. he was clearly enjoying himself and it was an image you can never forget.
soon, reality dips in. he pulls over in front of your apartment before switching the lock off. you step out from the car but as soon as you close the door, the window rolls down.
"thank you. here's your i.d., by the way." you duck your head down to level his gaze. he takes the card from your hand.
"i never got your name." he let his gaze linger at you for a moment before shooting you a small smile.
"(y/n)." you smile back.
"(y/n)." he repeats it, letting his tongue be familiarized with the syllables of your name. he continues, "it was nice meeting you, (y/n)."
"it was a fun ride."
just when you were about to leave, a thought crosses your mind. you have to clear things up before the night ends.
"there is no need tell hinata or bokuto about driving home their fan."
"hm?" he tilts his head to the side, confused.
"i've got my eyes on outside spiker number 15, not on them." a faint blush colors his cheeks as it sinks in. fifteen is his jersey number. without waiting for his reply, you bid him goodnight.
"goodnight, sakusa-san. drive home safely."
BONUS!!
it's been three days since sakusa drove you home. currently, just like any other day, he's at the gym honing his skills in volleyball with the rest of the black jackals.
however, during the break a staff calls for him.
"your food is here." the staff holds a bento in his hand as he walks towards the pro player.
"i didn't book a delivery." he wipes a sweat on his forehead. the three: hinata, miya, and bokuto are secretly following him to eavesdrop.
"the sender's name is "(y/n)"." when the three hears a woman's name they synchronously tease the spiker.
"oooohhhhh who is she?" miya wriggles his brows.
"an admirer? a fan? or are you dating?" hinata adds.
"this is news! i gotta tell akaashi." and bokuto is on his way to dial akaashi's number.
sakusa curses at the three as he takes the bento from the person. he goes to a corner where there are signs of an orange-headed, a clone of an onigiri chef, and an owl. he then opens the cloth wrapped around the container and see a paper taped on the surface of the box.
"i got my car! as a thank you gift, i made you a bento. i cooked it myself so i hope it's not that bad. also, i hope you're not on a strict diet! thanks again!
ps: i watched the newest voltes v movie and i am confident to say that the original version is still the best!!
-(y/n)"
sakusa foolishly smiles as he reads the short note for the second time. heart swelling with memories of a long drive. he is in a strict diet but that won't stop him from eating your homecooked meal.
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note: voltes v (five) is a japanese show that took asia by storm and tons of remakes were made after its release.
a/n: i hc sakusa as the type to have childhood fixations who tends to collect figurines and toys he couldn't afford when he was young. he may be a stoic cranky boy but i think his inner child has the potential to be loud and showy once paired with someone he's comfortable with.
anyway, i hope you guys enjoyed this short brainrot. i just thought it will be cute to portray a child-like sakusa in contrast to his usual indifferent character :) as usual likes and rbs are very much appreciated!!
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ceijoh · 2 years
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why you’ve never doubted their love for you
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relationship: multiple haikyuu boys x reader
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will dance in the rain for you. they’re known for being rational, in fact they pride themselves on it. they’re logical, and they rely on facts rather than feelings. they’re the type of person to always bring an umbrella if there’s a grey cloud in the sky just in case. but seeing you out there, with your hand out and a bright grin on your face? how could they say no to you? so all logic goes out the window as they grab your hand and kiss you with all the love they can muster.
kita, sakusa, kuroo, kenma, ushijima, daichi,  kuroo, tsukishima, akaashi, semi
has never taken his eyes off you. he’s a funny and charming guy, catching the eyes of everyone. he’s jovial, and he knows how to woo. his reputation built from the bits and pieces that paparazzi and rumours surround him shows that he’s a player. a new person on his arm every night. but what they don’t see is how when you walk into the room, his eyes are already on the door, even before you walk in. it’s like his body knows better than anything. his eyes are on you, always. no matter who’s in the room, or who wants his attention, it’s on you. if he could, you would be the only thing he would want to see. you’re his world, whatever else could he want to see?
oikawa, atsumu, suna, meian, ukai jr,  mattsun, terushima, romero, gao, kuroo, bokuto, nishinoya
knows the little thing you need. you have a particular coffee you like? it’s always on the kitchen table by the time you walk to the room. you mention that you like a particular brand of pen? they bought a whole box of them, and whenever you run out, there’s already one on your table. charges your phone or whatever you need. you made their life easier by being there for them every single day, so he wants to shows you he doesn’t take that lightly. thankful everyday that you chose him above all the others.
tsukishima, aone, osamu, iwaizumi, hirugami bros, barnes, yamaguchi, hanamaki, kageyama, gao, oikawa, hinata, tendou
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