Thinking about how Sakusa’s bathroom is full of nothing but ‘antibacterial’ everything.

Sakusa’s Best Gift

: fluff, domestic, dad!sakusa, dad!sakusa

a/n: happy birthday to my mans!! ❤️

Sakusa sighs heavily as he slings the bag over his shoulder. He glances at his watch and frowns. It’s 30 minutes after 10PM. He only has an hour and a half left to celebrate his birthday. If it wasn’t for the damn training that took over his whole day, he would have spent his day with you and your daughter.

Sakusa never even liked celebrating, but your daughter was so excited about his birthday. She rambled all night about how she would make it the happiest birthday of his life. She even planned a surprise for him, which he knows all about, because the child wasn’t particularly good at whispering and keeping secrets.

Sakusa knows about the cake your daughter iced herself. He knows about the dried peaches that she made for him. He knows about the card she wrote for him. But her plans are all ruined because of a training he could have skipped, but he didn’t want to. He regrets making that choice.

After a quick drive to your house, Sakusa checks the time before getting out of his car. A little over 11PM. It’s still his birthday. He silently wishes that you are still awake so at least he can spend the remaining time of his day with you. He enters the house and sees how dark the hallway is, the only light provided is the one from the kitchen.

“They must be asleep…” Sakusa frowns. He stalks to your room and finds your sleeping figure tucked under the bed. He drops his bag on the floor quietly before sitting on the foam. He pulls his mask down and plants a kiss on your forehead, mouthing a soft ‘I love you.’

The athlete changes into his pajamas and just when he’s about to join you in bed, the door opens.

“Papa?” A small voice speaks and the door opens wider. Sakusa smiles at sight. His little girl in a black Jackal pajama set, that was specially made for her given by the team. Her small hand rubs on her eye, the other clutching on her her fuzzy blanket.

Sakusa walks over to her and tries to pick her up, but she avoids his hold and gets out of the room. He follows after her small figure. “Hey, baby. Why are you still awake?”

She goes to the kitchen and pulls the fridge handle with all her might, the blanket pooling on her ankles. Sakusa watches her in confusion and amusement. The refrigerator door finally opens and she points at a box. She looks up to him with dog eyes. “Papa, help…”

“Oh, sorry,” Sakusa chuckles. He was so amused of her actions he forgot to help her. He takes the box from her and places it on the dining table. “What’s this?”

“Don’t open it yet!” Your daughter scolds. She runs out of the kitchen and ventures back to her room. Not long after, the small girl comes back quickly with a big box in her arms. She checks on the digital wall clock and sighs in relief.

“What’s that?” Sakusa asks her and she climbs on the dining chair, the box she was bringing now on the table.

“Happy birthday, papa!” She cheers, taking the lid off the first box. There’s a cake inside covered by pink icing and topped by sliced peaches, a lot of sprinkles too. “I love you!”

Sakusa hugs her tightly, lowering his body to kiss her cheek. “Thank you, baby. I love you too.”

“I waited for you to come home!” She proudly tells him, hugging him back. “I made you a gift! Open it! Open it!” He opens the gift as she says. It’s a scrapbook with a bracelet that he can tell she made herself from the mismatched beads. There’s also a bottle of alcohol that is designed with car and rainbow stickers. A

“I like it. Thank you.” He smiles at her, and she returns the favor, flashing her small pearly teeth at Sakusa. “Let’s go to sleep. It’s late.”

“No! No! It’s still your birthday. We have to celebrate it until that clock turns 1 and 2!” His daughter argues, pointing at the clock.

“We can celebrate it tomorrow.” He picks her up from the chair despite her whines, but she eventually gives in to her sleepiness. As the father and daughter reach your shared bedroom, she’s already fast asleep, too fast for someone who was jumping like a bunny a few seconds ago.

“Omi?” You sit up from the bed, hand slowly rubbing on your eye. Sakusa can not help but smile. You and your daughter act way too much similarly. No wonder why he loves her the way he loves you.

Sakusa lays your daughter in the middle of the bed before slowly pushing your should back down to the bed. “Go back sleep.”

“But your birthd-”

“Shh… no wonder why our daughter is so excited about my birthday. We can celebrate it tomorrow.” He pecks you on your lips and you nod, wrapping your arms around your child before closing your eyes and drifting back to sleep.

After making sure that the two of you are asleep, Sakusa gets out of the room to put back the boxes on the table back to its proper places. He puts the cake box back into the fridge first, after snapping a photo of course. He would never forget to take a picture of his daughter’s masterpiece.

Out of curiosity, Sakusa picks up the scrapbook and flips through it. It’s just pictures of him when he was a child up to now. He takes a mental note to call his mother, because other than her who else would give you access to such embarrassing pictures? He stops on a page, seeing his baby picture with his parents, and a small note you wrote at the side.

Don’t forget to thank your parents for giving life to you. Because I surely am thankful to them for giving birth to you. ❤️

Sakusa lets out a snicker. “So cheesy.” He smiles at your note nonetheless. On the next page was him as a baby and your daughter months after her birth. The resemblance is uncanny. She surely is her daughter. He laughs at your written note at the side.

I carry her for nine months and go through so much pain to push her out, but she still ended up looking like you! That’s so unfair! But it’s okay as well. At least I get to see a little you everyday.

He stops on a page with a picture of only the two of you back in high school. Sakusa is sure that the picture was taken during his 18th birthday. In the photo, he was holding on to a cake you baked, while you were hugging him by the waist. He never understood what was so happy about birthdays until that day. He doesn’t forget to read the note.

Your first birthday that we spent together. Komori and I had a hard time planning it because you didn’t want to celebrate it, but we know you had a great time that day. And we did it for the first time that day

Sakusa chokes at his own saliva after reading the last sentence. He clears his throat and continues to skim through the book. At the very last page is a picture of the three of you together. It’s a simple picture but it’s Sakusa’s favorite. The three of you were in bed, your daughter’s arms wrapped around his neck, while you are seated between his legs. One of his hands was on your growing belly, and the other is on the back of your daughter’s back. The note on the side undoubtedly makes his heart swell in happiness and his lips curl into a big smile.

Thank you for being born in this world.

And below your handwriting is your daughter’s.

We love you so much.

Before the clock strikes 12, he opens his phone and posts a picture of you and your daughter in his Instagram, his first ever post in his account. He’s a private person, but everyone deserves to see the two of you— the best gift ever given to him.

just thought about husband! sakusa kiyoomi who sees you gushing over these people on your social media who have the body-tight sleeveless turtleneck top on and he cannot tolerate it no longer.

so what does he do?

husband! sakusa kiyoomi asks the coach— thefucking coach— if he could change jerseys. not the number, not the colour, no. he wants to change those lousy and plain jersey shirts into those body tight sleeveless turtlenecks. and who is the coach to say no? so he does ask sakusa asks.

he never told you about it, of course he didn’t. he just waited until they came and he‘d wear them to the match and you‘d drool over him. he‘ll watch you rock your shit and try to keep yourself sane, try to stop everyone else from taking him and keeping him for yourself.

cut to a few days later husband! sakusa kiyoomi gets his jerseys in the changing room of the court. but when he tries them on he realizes it‘s a bit small—actually not a bit— it‘s a whole ass number size smaller.

instead of it being comfortably tight, it‘s just tight as shit. his abs are framed, you can make out the veins of his body, make out his spine, hell even see the way his nipples protrude against the fabric.

he gets flustered. fucking hell, he thinks. what is be going to do now? there’s no more time to change, the game is literally about to fucking start! oh well, yolo, is something he learned from you and he never thought he‘d be using that ever. yet look at him right now.

but he signed up for it. so like a real man, he sucks it up and goes out there with his muscles bulging. and as soon as he stands there in the starting line he can feel everyones— literally everybody’s— eyes on him. but he does not mind them, instead he looks for you and meets his onyx hues with yours. his eyes meet yours and he can see how you‘re licking your lips as you smirk, trying to keep yourself sane as you wear his old jersey that he told you to wear.

when the game starts, what you did not expect was to see was when he jumped to smash the ball to the ground is the way his jersey bailed out on him halfway, exposing his perfectly made abs. everyone swooned, yelled, some howled. literally. and you were no exception, but of course you did so with some class, keeping it together as you recite your twentieth prayer to the gods.

and by the time the game was done you could bet to hell everyone wasn’t even talking about how they won, they were all talking about how pro-athlete sakusa kiyoomi‘s abs make an appearance on the court!

however, before they could even ask about it sakusa kiyoomi was whisked away by none other than you. quickly driving him home and putting yourself on the menu for his congratulatory dinner.

and when the next day came, sakusa had once again showed up with that same body tight sleeveless turtleneck in white instead of black. not because he wanted everyone to savour his figure, but because something had to cover the amount of hickies you placed on him.

injured

the characters in question: kiyoomi sakusa, atsumu miya

warnings:mentions of hospitals, injuries, a car accident, sport injuries

kiyoomi sakusa

• it wasn’t even his fault, that’s what pained him the most on his way to the ER
• it was a driving accident, and he’s an excellent driver
• someone was just driving drunk while he was coming back home from practice
• and he knew he should be extremely thankful that he managed to avoid most of the crush, yet still, not only did his beloved car got- damaged, to say at least, but he was just so mad 
• The paramedics talked with him, as they were supposed to, but when they asked what did he do in life and he said he’s a pro volleyball player, the scared look their faces freaked him out even more
• “Anyone you want to contact?” they asked, and he nodded, mumbling your contact information. 
• Got even more scared when he heard your voice on the line, but would he ever show? Of course not. 
• As it turned out, his arm was broken in a really nasty place, and the wound was open, so he had to sign papers for an operation 

“I’m really fine, Y/N, can you just not make it a big deal and ask for the release on demand papers?” he whined in a weak voice, staring at your back, as you were glancing out the window in his room, as if you were searching something in the city’s night sky. 

You were staying terribly silent. 

“I’m not going to beg, you know, I’m asking for help but I’m perfectly capable of doing so myself, watch me” he said in an aggresive manner, taking the the bedsheets off and searching for some sort of shoes to wear. At that moment he tried to lift himself up from the bed and hissed when the broken arm touched the bedframe. It made you turn around. 

“Lay down you big baby” you said in the most demanding manner you could, trying to stop silent tears flowing from your eyes before facing him, but judging from his expression, you failed. 

You sat on the edge of the bed, adjusting the blanket back on, still not willing to lift your eyes. 

His mind got hazy with worry as he studied your busy figure, and voice suddenly refused to leave his throat. 

“It wasn’t my fault, you know” he mumbled in his defense “No need to be angry with me” 

“I know it wasn’t” you replied, softer than before. “That’s why I’m worried” you lifted your gaze to meet his, making his heart drop at the sight of your teary eyes. 

“I was… trying not to focus on that right now, you know?” he started to play with the material of the blanket with his other hand. “Though it was the very first thing I thought about when I saw my arm bleeding”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused, noticing the nervous behaviour. 

“Well, didn’t you mean volleyball?” he asked, his voice breaking in the middle “I don’t want to find out I can’t play… yet” at this point you were sure his fingers weren’t just playing, but visibly trembling. “You know” he said with a bittersweet smile “I don’t have any other plan, and I’m already too stressed today to be given an information that a minor shithead on the road may actually ruin—”

You gently touched his hand, making him stop spiraling, and loosely wrapped your pinky around his. 

“I’ve already know the answer to that. You just need to let it grow back together, and you’ll be back to playing in no time. Besides, we’re off season, right? Who else would be able to catch up in two or three months of practice if not you?” you smiled brightly at your surprised boyfriend, his eyes visibly lighting up after he heard you say that. 

“Did you hear that from the doctor?”

“Well, I didn’t make it up, did I?” you giggled, noticing the slight smile on his lips, but it disappeared soon after. 

“What’s wrong, then?”

“Oh, nothing, just… I was worried for you for a second” you whispered, somehow embarrassed, making him raise an eyebrow. 

“But didn’t they tell you immediately what happened exactly?”

“They did, just… made me realize how easy it would be to…” you stopped, and turned away, not wanting to burden him with your own emotions. 

Nevertheless, he caught up in what was going on, and patted a seat closer to him on the bed, so you’d move there, gently hugging you with one arm after you did. 

“I’m sorry. I can’t even promise you anything, it’s just that things happen sometimes, and you can’t do anything about it.”

“Keep talking like that, and I won’t let you leave the house again.”

He laughed a bit.

“Look, I can say that I’m never gonna let anyone and anything make me hurt you, leave you, or make you cry. Got it?” 

“How can you—”

“Got it?”

“Got it.”

atsumu miya

• boy was he pissed off 
• it was such a big match
• and sorry not sorry, he didn’t consider the other setter a perfect match for his standards
• nevertheless, the match was put on break for a minute, and his teammates gathered around him as he laid flat on the stretcher, the paramedics somewhere around 
• what happened, you might ask?
• he had no idea what Hinata did while Ushijima was serving, but he somehow made much noise in the background, as if he fell, or something, Atsumu didn’t remember correctly, but it made him turn around
• it made him turn around in the exact same moment Ushijima finally hit the ball 
• and needless to say, the ball soon after hit the back of Atsumu’s head. 
• he remembered a sharp pain for a second, and then, from what he was told, he passed out 
• after he woke up, he felt terrible, yet kept insisting that he can play, because nothing mattered more than winning against the Adlers, right?
• well his teammates, coach, and the paramedics that were already called for had a different view on the subject 
• as well as you, his s/o, who still didn’t get to get through the crowd by the stands 

“Fuck, Atsumu, how much does it hurt?” he heard Sakusa ask, making him open his eyes and give him a tired smile. 

“Awh, you used my first name, I might cry” 

His teammate rolled his eyes. 

“You scared the shit out of me, you idiot. Who in their right mind turns around on serves?” he scolded the blond man with a serious look on his face, but Atsumu couldn’t find it in himself to care. 

That is, until he heard your voice shouting his name, that’s when he got a bit scared. 

You were soon by his side, a worried look in your eyes, as your fingers ran through his sweaty hair. 

“Hi darling” he said with a smug smile on his face, but the wet trail under his eyes and pale condition informed you about his true state. “No need to worry, I’m fine, they’re all overreacting”  

“Y/N, please tell your boyfriend that as much as we hate his dumb ass sometimes, no one wants him to suffer from an untreated concussion, so if he would just shut up and do as the medics tell him, that would be great” Kiyoomi sighed, and you nodded, looking at Atsumu and pointing to the tall spiker. 

“He’s right baby, you need to be smart about this” 

Atsumu finally gave up and accepted that he won’t be playing tonight. 

“Since you like to brag about your service aces, win it for me, will ya?” he asked, while the paramedics already started to move him to the ambulance outside. 

“Well we can’t promise any—”

“We will, Tsumu!” Bokuto yelled, covering Sakusa’s mouth, to his pure digust. 

You went with him to the ambulance, and as soon as the door closed behind the both of you, you noticed a change of attitude on Atsumu’s face. 

“Are you feeling okay?” you asked, but since he didn’t respond, you brought a hand to his face to make him turn to you. 

“Yea, yeah I’m just a tiny bit… dizzy.” he explains, words blurring together as he pushes his face against your hand. 

“Dizzy? You should’ve mentioned that earlier, Tsumu, this can be really serious!” you started to worry, but realized that’s not gonna help in any way. 

“A bit, I’m a little tired, you know?” he said in a weak voice, smiling gently. 

“Shh, hey, focus on me, alright? If you fall asleep, I’ll have to tell the medics. Keep your eyes open for me”

“Y/N, I got hit by a ball, I’m not bleeding to death” he laughed, but you could clearly see the fear in his eyes, he absolutely despised hospitals, and both of you were painfully aware of that fact. 

“Just do as I tell you, or I’ll freak out” 

“Alright alright, you weirdo” he sighed, focusing his eyes on your face. The smile slowly fading away as he kept thinking about the match he was missing currently. 

“They’ll win” you whispered “They’re strong enough on their own” you kept calming him, pushing his hair out of his face, your touch relaxing his mind a bit. 

“That’s what I’m afraid of”

sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader fluff

 cw: the reader has a little sibling, i hope nobody minds, there’s one line of very slightly implied nsfw, you won’t even notice

meant for kiyoomi’s birthday! happy b-day to my favorite boy <3 

one of the first things you’ve learnt about your boyfriend, even before your relationship started, is that he rarely shared personal information with anyone. he’d go as far as put up a fake birthday on his social media to avoid the awkward wishes and tons of yet another gifts from fans he so didn’t like going through. apart from that, there was a lot of weird things going on with birthdays, in his opinion: for instance people automatically thinking about zodiac sign or assuming other things, insisting to have a party, (a surprise one was his biggest nightmare) and a whole lot of other stuff he found appalling.

so it was just simply easier to say his birthday is “mid november” and get on with his life as if he didn’t just straight up lie. and truth be told, many times had you heard that “oh, in summer” or “right before christmas” before you got to know the truth. it wasn’t that easy on its own, but ever since his first little white lie, you knew he wasn’t true with you, and kept insisting, until he finally pulled you to the side and told you his real date of birth, the one only komori, atsumu, and, as he used to say, “unfortunately” his family knew.

march 20th was the date, and since you wanted to tease him, a grin appeared on your face before you mumbled “so a pisces, huh?” and earned a glare so cold and deadly, you visibly shivered before apologizing.

the next thing you learned about him and his birthday, was that he was picky about gifts. which went well with that “i’m an old fashioned gentleman” facade, because he could just say “oh, you don’t have to buy me anything. your company will be enough” with a slight smile he’d practice for years, and people thought he was just being humble and polite. spoiler alert: he wasn’t. he just didn’t want to deal with his own pickiness, and explaining to people what precisely would he like to get was too much trouble, and took away the magic of it even for someone as blunt as kiyoomi sakusa.

it’s not like birthdays were such a big deal for him, anyway, he didn’t need any gifts or parties to celebrate the fact that he just got one year older. what was so fun about that? but like the pain in the arse you were, you kept asking him what he wanted for the occassion way before he asked you out, and he hated it, but not more than he hated the way his heart jumped at the possibility of getting something you spent your time on. 

the first year of your friendship, you got to know the basic thing: omi doesn’t like gifts. gifts make him uncomfortable, he didn’t know what to say, how to act, what to do with it… does he open it right then and there, or wait, but why would he immediately thank someone if he doesn’t even open it? schroedinger’s cat: if he doesn’t open it, it might as well be thin air inside the box.

it was confusing, and weird. you also learnt that it was all caused by the fact that no one was in the house to celebrate young omi’s birthday back in his childhood days, since his parents were working and his siblings long away in college, so he just assumed it was a holiday to be overlooked and not dwelled too much on, and got so used to it, that now it bothered him to be in the center of attention for once. 

the third thing you learnt that year: it was almost impossible to find him a good enough gift, at least from your perspective. you spent literal hours at the store, looking at the different things he might’ve wanted, but nothing caught your eye. you called all his friends, yet he hadn’t mentioned the thing he’d like to anyone, not even komori. so you decided you’d go with instinct and remembered one cold morning when he showed up to practice grumpier than usual, and when he was asked what’s wrong, he answered:

“i woke up late and didn’t have time to make coffee”, half mumbling, half actually speaking, eyes too tired to be annoyed, legs slowly sweeping one before another as if he was forced to come here. And that’s where you got your idea. 

His first birthday with you, being his 21st, had started terribly, because it was wishes from his family. He’d told you multiple times he’d rather have them forget that send those copied off the internet lines that mean less than a “go fuck yourself” 

later on atsumu insisted or telling everyone and it took poor omi more than twenty minutes to convince him not to, and as both the setter and the spiker weren’t in their top moods nor form, MSBY lost a match they had that day. so all he wanted to do march 20th 2017 when he came home was to lay flat on his couch and play with his dog’s fur while watching a crappy TV show. he most definitely didn’t expect you sitting in front of his apartment’s door, tired, almost asleep. 

he sighed, approching you and slightly nudging your foot with his, making you shake your head and look up. 

“you’re back!” you said with a smile, and he raised an eyebrow. 

“and you look like a homeless person” he responded upsentmindedly, avoiding you to reach the door lock. only after you got up did he see a small package you held behind your back. “it’s not a right day to be celebrating me, y/n” he added, opening his apartment’s door and letting you in with a hand gesture. you went inside, not for the first time ever, but every time the feeling was the same, intimidating and cold. 

“why do you think that?” you said, taking off your shoes and putting them on a rack, and turning around to see him navigate you to the bathroom. you placed your bag and the gift on the floor before following his steps. 

“didn’t you see the match? i fucked up big time” he chuckled ironically, looking at himself in the mirror, and you could witness the disappointment and anger in his eyes. 

“so every time you guys win and you get the credit, you say that volleyball is a team sport, but if you loose, suddenly it’s your fault?” you smirked, but to your surprise he nodded. 

“precisely”. 

“well, regardless, it’s a minor set back. you’re still the best they make” you tried to cheer him up, but only received an eye roll in return. “aaaand, you’re a birthday boy today!”

“don’t remind me” he sighed, walking over to the kitchen to see what he can make for dinner for himself and his uninvited guest, meanwhile you grabbed your gift and walked up right behind him, tapping his shoulder lightly. 

“happy 21″ you whispered, a slight, soft smile on your lips, as you handed him the package. he looked at you with a tired look in his eyes. 

“you know i’m not the biggest fan of gifts” 

“just open it, grumpy face” you whined, and he gently took it from you, placing it on the counter and carefully unwraping it, to see a thermal mug. he sent you a questioning look, before you explained “you were complaining about not having enough time to drink coffee before leaving, right? well now you don’t have to drink it before leaving” 

there was silence for a long while before he looked up from the mug and gave you the softest smile you’ve ever seen. “that’s so thoughtful of you” he said, and laughed a tiny bit, probably to cover his emotion, which obviously didn’t work “thank you.”

omi likes thoughtful gestures. 

over the second year of your friendship, as he and his career gained more recognition from the public, he was “forced”, as he’d reffer to it, to share such a personal information that is his birthday date. the managers always claimed that it’s not a big deal, that it’s just gonna be added to the oficial page and his wikipedia, but judging from the amount of gifts atsumu, bokuto and hinata always received, he had his reason to doubt that. 

and as it turned out, he was right. 

because starting from march 10th, his personal mailbox as well as the oficial MSBY’s mailbox has been FLOODED with different things that he really had no energy to go over. and so, he invited one of his best friends to help. 

so it was late at night on march 19th, and you were both sitting on the floor of his apartment, a mess of ripped wrapping paper all around you, loads of different stuff laying on the table, as you still had a lot of things to open. 

“what even is the point in sending presents to someone you’ve never met? i mean less to them than their neigbour’s dog and yet i’m the one getting gifts? this is messed up” he kept on complaining, opening another package. 

“it’s called being famous, sakusa-kun. you mean very much to people you’ve never met, because your journey to where you are now inspires them to keep going on their path until they reach their dreams” you said with a smile, confident it’ll ease his worries, but it didn’t. 

“don’t know if i consider being in the Jackals my dream, though”

“you mean, you don’t think being a key player in a division one team is not a dream come true?” you asked, shocked. 

“no, no, of course i think it is, i’d never thought i’d reach this far, but, there’s more things to be done, it’s not like i’m an accomplished person just yet” 

that, you found interesting. 

“really? than what are your dreams, sakusa?” you asked in a low voice, eyes fixed on his face, as he focused on reading a letter in his hands. 

“national team” he murmured “MVP, a golden medal, a legacy that goes beyond just me” he opened up as if it was nothing, as if he was talking about his grocery list “but that all wouldn’t mean a thing if i were there alone, though. i’ve received plenty awards and mvp’s over the few years that i played, but i guess what would really matter, and make everything else worth remembering, would be… having someone be proud of me, i guess”

you felt your heart getting soft and fuzzy at the confession, wanting to respond, before he handed you the note he was silently reading. 

“this is a poem, y/n, a POEM! what the hell, i don’t even understand what’s going on there” he whined, throwing his head back to rest on the couch seat, as you giggled, reading the note. 

“it’s nice” you said in a high-pitched tone, pushing down a laugh. 

“it’s too… sophisticated” he uttered, looking at you, a tired look in his eyes. “that’s my mother’s thing, to be sophisticated, i like simpler wishes, they’re easier to believe” 

omi doesn’t like fancy words.

you nodded, but before you could say anything, your phone rang, and both of you looked at the screen. the hour on display marked midnight, and as the alarm ranged, the words “omi’s b-day!!!” appeared on the screen. he smiled subconsciously, noticing how you always address him as “sakusa” or “sakusa-kun” but the notif in your phone stated “omi”. 

“looks like it’s the 20th already, birthday boy” you grinned, turning off the alarm. 

“don’t call me that, what am i, six or something?” 

you decided to ignore the comment, and smiled at him warmly before speaking, almost under your own breath:

“happy 22, sakusa. i wish you only to be here to hear me say happy 23 next year. and say so with pride.”

his eyes appeared foggy and glossy, but it was probably fault of poor lighting and tiredness. 

“why stop at 23?” he asked, before standing up, and offering you his hand to pick you up, too. 

omi likes very real wishes. 

over the third year of your friendship you became very close. ever since that night on his living room floor, both of you couldn’t wrap your minds about anything other than each other. neither of you oblivious idiots found out what it was about, but day after day and month after month it was harder and harder to spend time apart. 

before he could notice, sakusa always tried to find you in the crowd before serving, and that’s how he always used up most of his time. once, he even heard ushijima complain “how much longer are you going to take? be a man and beat me without your good luck charm!” 

his good luck charm, huh?

you kinda liked the sound of that. 

you also found yourself texting him every random thought that came to your head, sending pictures of everything, becasue you wanted to share as much of your life as possible, meeting up whenever you could and facetiming whenever you couldn’t. 

it all started to go downhill when atsumu, bokuto and hinata started noticing. noticing the way he’d smile at his phone, the way he’d wink, smile, tease, joke, speak, even the way his eyes wondered when left unfocused, and a dreamy look covered his vision. 

and they started to tease, and joke, and make his life all more difficult, just because “omi has a crush!”

because he didn’t. right? he didn’t have a crush on you, for sure, and it only annoyed him, how childish they were about it, how insufferable. they got on his nerves so bad that he stopped responding to all the messages, stopped smiling, joking around, and all, just to prove his point, 

his point he knew was no longer standing. 

and so atsumu would ask, after one of their practices, “hey omi, is your lucky charm picking you up? some birthday dinner, maybe?” he’d nudge his side with an elbow, raising his eyebrows. 

“i don’t know” he mumbled “and stop calling them that”. the brunette kept looking for something in his bag, just to avoid atsumu’s tiring, curious glance. 

“fine then, how about your significant other?” he continued teasing. it’s not like sakusa would hate that scenario, of course he wouldn’t, yet his mind kept spiraling - what if you came in and heard that? what if you assumed he was calling you that behind your back?

what if you didn’t feel the same?

“stop butting in my relationships for once, miya! how many times am i supposed to tell you i’m not in any way romantically involved with them? i don’t even like them that much!” he lied, straight in his best friend’s face, fed up with all the jokes and smirks behind his back, and judging from atsumu’s shocked expression, and the color running away from his face, it worked. 

“what, don’t you have anything to say to me now?” he kept going, before atsumu shook his head, and pointed behind kiyoomi’s back wordlessly. the spiker raised an eyebrow, turning around to see you, in the flash, eyes wide open, a tiny little package in your hands, wrapped so neatly in colorful paper, with a little bow tie at the top. 

even from a distance he could already half see, half imagine tears prickling your eyes before you smiled sadly, dropped the box from your hand and let it fall to the floor, and began walking out of the gym room. 

“no, no no, y/n, wait!” he started shouting out, but your ears seemed deaf to his pleas, as he ran up to the door you just walked through, leaving atsumu alone, but with a condescending smile. 

“i don’t like them that much my ass, omi-kun” he whispered to himself before walking over to grab his things. 

meanwhile sakusa ran out to the reception room of the stadium, but as it turned out, it was filled with fans waiting for them all to come out, so they could wish him happy birthday, and it seemed impossible to get through the crowd and reached you, especially considering you were already at the exit door. 

he looked around himself and noticed all the people, how many of them were there, and how close to him, and got paralyzed in place, wanting to move, or disappear, that’d be for the best, and yet he couldn’t even move one foot. 

soon enough he felt a hand on his shoulder, guiding him back inside, his savior apologizing to the public.

“sorry guys, we have one more thing to go through! he’ll be out shortly” atsumu laughed off, before closing the door and handing omi the gift you left. 

the spiker mindlessly opened it, only to find out a spotify code inside, put in between a glass frame. he took out his phone from the bag and scanned it with his app, gasping audiably when the page loaded. 

lay back in the arms of someone by smokie showed up on his screen, and a smile crawled up his lips before he remembered how badly he fucked this up a second ago. 

he narrowed his eyebrows before looking up to find the blond setter’s eyes. 

“atsumu” his friend’s eyes widened in surprise upon hearing his first name, instead of surname “is there a back exit from here?” 

atsumu miya smirked. 

“bet ya there is, mr i-fucked-up-big-time” he answered, theatrically offering his hand, before taking the lead. 

you on the other hand, came home peacefully, although hot tears were streaming silently down your cold cheeks as you entered the apartment’s door and looked at the calendar, showing the date of march 20th. in a sudden wave of aggression you ripped it off, knowing that there’s nothing to be so pressed about: he had no duty of feeling the same way towards you, why would you even expect it?

you went on with your day, ordering takeout for dinner, snuggling up on your couch and rewatching a series, not granting your thoughts access to yourself, and it was really going well, until you heard the doorbell ring. 

“nobody’s home” you yelled, assuming it was either atsumu or bokuto on their way to cheer you up, and they’ll probably let themselves in as soon as they hear your voice, but that didn’t happen. instead, the doorbell kept on ringing. “ugh, just come in!” 

they didn’t come in, so you lifted yourself off the couch and walked over to the door, opening it and gasping a tiny bit when instead of your dumbass friends holding McDonald’s you saw a one hundred and ninety two centimeters tall figure of a man, struggling to catch his breath, leaning on your doorframe, his black coat unbuttoned, cheeks red, eyes puffy and hair in a mess, not even gelled into place as they always are. 

“can i help you?” you asked in a cold manner, voice sending daggers into his poor, confused heart, as he finally looked up to meet your glance, an apologetic look in his eyes when he tried to form a sentence. 

“i think i can… no, way, i think i might…” he kept struggling, to which you only rolled your eyes, waiting for the continuation of that sentence. 

“spit it out, sakusa” you stated, sending shivers down his spine with how annoyed you seemed. 

yeah, spit it out, sakusa, he thought to himself before taking a breath and finally speaking up correctly:

“i think i might be in love with you.” 

your eyes widened for a second as you tried to find evidence of honesty in his expression, tone, voice, because you definitely didn’t believe his words. 

his heart dropped when you scoffed. 

“i don’t need your pity” 

that’s when it hit him:

omi doesn’t like to spend his birthday without you. you make it not only bearable, but fun. 

in fact, he never wanted to spend it without you again. and as that realization made it’s way into his brain, he caught you closing your door. 

“i respect you too much to pity you” he spat out as he placed his hand in between the door and the frame, making you unable to close it, even if you wanted to. 

and there was the honesty you looked for. 

“then why—” you started to wonder, but he shook his head before interrupting, a helpless look across his face.

to lay back in the arms of someone

“i’m afraid of… of this, okay? i’m afraid of falling in love, if this is any explanation for you. it’s like… you make me feel as if i’m on the top of the world” he laughed nervously, making you raise your eyebrows, before continuing “and it’s fucking scary to imagine falling from that high” 

you give in to the charms of someone

his glance wondered all over your face to find crumbs of understanding, scared you’d laugh his confession off, a grimace of worry replacing the insecure smile painting his lips, and he was just one step away from shouting “i’m telling the truth!” at you, but you cut him off by opening your door fully, and welcoming him inside with a warm smile on your lips, and a reassuring sentence on your tongue.

happy 23rd, kiyoomi

“i think i might love you back”

omi likes feeling loved. 

the next year flew by on both of you pushing each other’s limits, challenging each other like the both of you always needed, being there for each other, finding out how nice it feels to have someone there. it was coming home with a sore throat after a night of yelling “one more point, omi-omi!”. it was carefully intertwining your pinkies together while shopping without even realizing. it was awkward dates, because the label “date” always changes the atmosphere. it was taking weird selfies, it was having to part for out-of-town games and facetiming from hotel rooms. it was butterflies in the stomach and a ball of fluff in mind. 

it was everything. 

the first year of your official relationship flew by in no time, kiyoomi finding new joy in his birthday since now it was really a day to be remembered, marking your anniversary. 

and just as you got home to his apartment after dinner, ready to unpack all the fanmail once again, the janitor of the building stopped you. 

“sakusa-san, there was a flower delievery for you” he sighed, going towards a locked shelf and coming back with a bouquet, at which kiyoomi stared for a whole five seconds before you decided to take it. 

“thank you for taking care of it” he muttered with a slight bow, you pushing him to go up the stairs. “who’s it from?” he’d ask you a minute later, halfway through the staircase. 

“don’t you wanna check yourself?” you asked, but he frantically shook his head. 

“check it for me, please”

omi doesn’t like flowers.

you nodded wordlessly before checking a card. 

“well if i’m not mistaken this is your surname” you furrowed, struggling to read the handwriting. in your defense, the kanji for “sakusa” are quite complicated. 

he looked over at the text before admitting “yeah, that’s from my aunt, she insists on sending those ever since i got into MSBY” he finally got to his door to unlock it “kinda sad how she didn’t even bother writing a text before” he chuckled, making you want to throw the flowers away. 

you knew he considered them worthless if that’s the story behind the nice gesture. 

the apartment door remained opened, but he didn’t enter, you almost stumbled over him, focusing on the note, and glanced over to see what caught him attention and prevented him from going inside. 

“this is your surname, for a change” he stated, showing you a buffy envelope over his shoulder, but didn’t let you take it when you tried. instead he opened it himself, a neatly wrapped package inside, with a note at the top:

i wore glowes making it! i swear!

there was a typo in gloves, and the writing style could use a little work on it, but that didn’t affect kiyoomi at all, as he was hypnotized with his package after noticing your surname on it. he carefully opened it, to find a keychain, made from cubes, as the ones used in different boardgames, on every one there was a letter or a number, together forming the writing “kiyoomi 15″ with a heart at the end. it was all on a black string, and almost shined with how many times it was wiped before sending. after holding it in his hand for a while, he noticed another card at the bottom of the package, taking it out and reading out loud:

“please take care of my sibling. happy 24th!” he uttered in sheer amazement, as he grazed his fingers over the delicate ornament, before wordlessly going inside the apartment. 

you followed him, closing the door behind you, worried about his reaction about your little sibling’s present, only to find him crouching before his couch, his training bag laying there as he tried to attach the keychain to the it’s zipper, smiling when he managed to do so. 

before he got to turn around to face you, you managed to take a photo of him smiling at the newest addition to his training gear, and send it to your family with a caption:

omi likes personalized stuff. 

over all the years of knowing kiyoomi, you’ve learnt so much about him, his life, his habits, everything. you knew him inside and out, and so he knew you. you’re laughing at your confusion and fear while you were buying his first birthday gift, as you sit on the floor in your shared apartment, plotting his 25th, biggest yet gift, as if he isn’t about to walk through the door, coming back from practice. 

it’s almost ridiculous, how you struggled, wondering if he’d even like a gift, when right now you have a whole list in mind:

although omi doesn’t like gifts, he likes little thougtful gestures. he doesn’t like fancy big words, but likes real, honest wishes he can really take to heart. he doesn’t like spending his birthday without you, he likes feeling love, doesn’t like flowers, but does like his gifts personalized and touching. 

you realize all the moments in your relationship made you know his every emotion and expression, but you’ve never seen your precious boyfriend cry, ever. 

and you decide to change that. 

you’re gonna make him something that’s gonna mask all the memories of his birthday being forgotten, walked pass by, pushed into the back, and not properly celebrated. that’s gonna outshine every single gift he’s ever got. that’s gonna make him so happy, he’ll cry.

an idea pops into your head as you get a pen and start writing. 

dear kiyoomi,

_______

“dear kiyoomi” you get to hear him say a couple of nights later, he reads it out on your plea, with a smile across his lips, as you, atsumu, bokuto, meian and hinata, as well as omi’s older siblings and komori and osamu sit at the table, a cake and two traces of his favorite cupcakes are taking all the space possible.

omi’s voice is colored with a couple of glasses of wine, so it’s easier to him to relax and genuinely grin at the paper as he’s reading, all part of your plan. 

“when i first met you, the first thing i found out is that you’re a private person. not that i was freaked out or anything, but you did have, and probably you still do, a heavy aura around you that may have flustered me a tiny little— a tiny little bit? smiles, your hands literally shivered” he stopped to comment, making you roll your eyes at him.

“zip it and keep reading, birthday boy”

“… a tiny little bit, i agree. nevertheless, the first thing i actually felt, was that you striked my soul as someone weird. thanks, baby” he interrupted again, but you urged him to keep reading. “… weird in a way that made me feel like i’ve never felt before, the kind of safe and terrified at the same time. terrified of what, you might ask? well, kiyoomi, here i’d like to quote you. you once told me that me loving you is like i had the power to break you, and you loving me back was like giving me a map with all the points to strike at. well if that’s the definition of love we’re going for here, than i not only give you a map, i’ll grant you a whole GPS. the trust you put in me every day to not take advantage of what you’ve given me is inspiring, and hence, i surrender every single point of ressistance i’ve held against you, i’m yours to snap at a wish, and trusting you that you won’t do it is something i can spend my life believing in.” 

at this point kiyoomi had to stop and take a deep breath and a sip of his wine before continuing, clearing his throat a bit, chocking back his emotion. 

“… throughout my years by your side, i’ve memorized everything there is to memorize about you and gifts. you generally aren’t a fan, but you like them carrying a lot of thought, dedication, you like them meant exactly to you and to you only. you don’t want pointless blabbing and overused sentences, you enjoy sincerity. you need love radiating from them in order to truly acknowledge them as something special. now, the last thing i know is that you don’t like flowers, but i hope you won’t be too angry with me and with what i’ve prepared for you. enjoy, signed, your smiles” he finished, looking up at you, already moving towards the counter, grabbing a bouquet from behind it. 

he watched in amazement as you handed it to him, taking it in his hands, realizing that- 

it was a bouquet of origami flowers. 

“please, y/n, this is so—” he tried to find the right words, but once again, nothing came to mind as he watched your careful work from every side possible. 

“shh, there’s a special thing to them” you explained, sitting back in your seat, exactly in a straight line from him, watching every single change in his expression as he tried to find what you meant. 

he realized every flower had a little card sticking out from it’s center, and pulled the first one, the closest one to him. 

“the first reason i love you” he read in a weak voice, chuckling nervously again before he found the courage to read it out loud “you make me feel protected” 

he looked up at you with such a gentle and caring note in his eyes that you almost didn’t want to encourage him to keep reading it, but you did. 

“two. you don’t smile too much” after that he raised an eyebrow, but read the next one “three. …but when you do, you outshine the sun itself. four. you memorized my coffee order within the first two times we’ve been to a caffee. five. you got supplies to redo my coffee order without going to the— hey i swear i didn’t mean anything bad by it!” 

“that’s literally the reason they love you for, idiot” atsumu laughed, urgining him to keep reading with a hand gesture. “come on, this is adorable”

“six. you have a playlist with songs that remind you of me. yes, i know this, omi, we share a spotify account. seven. you claim you don’t like interacting with people, but let a little girl propose to you with a cereal ring in the park.”

“this is too cute, omi is a softie” bokuto whined, hiding his face in his hands, but sakusa only slapped them off. 

“am not. eight. you keep a mental score of all the times you won over ushijima. nine. you take way too much pride in beating atsumu in service aces”

“true that!” atsumu shouted, hiding behind his glass. 

“ten” sakusa shook his head. “you don’t enjoy PDA, yet gave me the kiss of the century when i met your mother, just to annoy her. eleven. your childhood photos are too cute. twelve. you blasted hopelessly devoted to you the morning after we— i’m not reading that, idiot!” he half laughed half whined, in a high-pitched voice. 

“omi-san knows how it’s done, apparently” hinata wheezed, komori accompanying him. 

“did i ask?” he rolled his eyes and went back to picking lines from the flowers. “thirteen, you tug the corner of my sleeves when you’re stressed in public. fourteen, you have me saved in your phone as your good luck charm. fifteen. you put my head on your chest when i can’t sleep at night, to calm me down. sixteen. you make me laugh when i’m sad. seventeen. you almost never intent to make me laugh, yet always do. eighteen. you always make sure i’m carrying all the emergency items all me at all times. nineteen. you make me call you when i get home from a party, if you aren’t there to pick me up. twenty, you always insist on picking me up from wherever i am, because you’re worried about me. i mean yeah, what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i weren’t?” he genuinely asked, half of the guest shaking their heads. 

“come on, five more to go, you adorable, clueless idiot” motoya pat his back and looked over his shoulder to see your careful handwriting, before sakusa hid the message from him. 

“twenty one. you make me not worry about my future. twenty two, you try to do all your little morning rituals in advance when you leave, so i don’t miss you too much. i still do. twenty three, you’re never afraid to be bluntly honest with me. twenty four, you always ask if you can hug me when i’m low or crying. and twenty five—” he stopped more suddenly than anywhere before, eyes visibly watering before he dropped his head down and his it in his arms. 

“what’s on there?” several guys asked over themselves, as omi kept laughing slightly, hiding tears in the sleeves of his fitted shirt. 

“you’re gonna be the death of me” he murmured into the material, making everyone laugh, including you, who decided to walk over to him and hug him, resting your head on his, taking advantage of the fact that he was sitting and you could reach it. 

after a moment of weakness, he showed his red and slightly puffy face, two trails of tears fitting his smiling expression as he struggled to say 

“twenty five. you make me prouder and prouder every day.” he kept laughing through his tears, really trying to hide his emotion and failing miserably. “you really did try to make me cry on my birthday, didn’t you?” he looked up to you still embracing him. 

“i suppose i did”

“well then, i’m gonna outshine you” he said, shifting in his seat in order to get up, wiping the last remains of tears from his face. 

“what do you mean?” you asked, met with his confident smirk. 

“you’re gonna see in a bit, trust me” he huffed, dusting off his pants’ material on the knee level, and reaching over to his pocket, in his hand a tiny, little box. 

with a little more than an origami flower. 

sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader soulmate au (the last words your soulmate will ever say to you are written somewhere on your body) 
content warning: general angst, major character death, mentions of funeral, car crash, hospital

you wish you could’ve said tears made your vision blurry. but after all these days, your eyes were perfectly dry, no little rivers were streaming down your puffed cheeks, and you were forced to stare directly at your wrist, and the words tattooed there by some idiotic magic. some cursed, freaky foolery that made you rethink your life the past two days at least ten times, searching for even one mistake, for even one moment you could feel something wasn’t right. 

but to your dismay, there was nothing. everything in your life fell to pieces so perfectly, as if you were the princess in a dream of every five year old girl in the world, only now could you realize, it was all too good to be true. well, except one part. 

the words stared back at you, burning into your flesh, your glance holding them into place, as if they were to disappear if you did as much as blink. 

“and one day more”, the tattoo said, directly and clear, never changing tint painted your skin black, no matter how desperately you wanted the letters to shift into something else. you wished to be hated right now. you wished for it to be an insult, and yet, the words remained as cheesy and painfully romantic as the first day you saw them. 

so he wasn’t your soulmate after all. 

all these years, never once had you doubted that. since the moment atsumu introduced him to you, since the moment he said “oh and i guess this is omi-kun, but it’s not like you’re gonna have a conversation wi—”

and since the moment he interrupted. 

“i am perfectly capable of introducing myself, miya.” since the moment he glared at him, fingers constantly running through his hair, all messy from practice, by which he was visibly annoyed. 

“hate to break it to you, but my actual prefered name is a bit more mundane than that cursed nickname” 

“hey, i came up with that! it’s not cursed!” atsumu pouted, half mockingly, half serious, 

“precisely” he mumbled, making the setter narrow his eyebrows even more, before huffing and proceeding to leave, “i’ll be coming back to practice. it was so nice of you to come! just yell at me if you want me to rescue you” he winked, and soon was gone. 

“so? are you actually going to tell me your name?” you asked, one eyebrow raised, as his eyes focused back on you.

“please, like you don’t know” he chuckled, internally surprised with himself that somehow, his usual anxiety and disgust wasn’t kicking in, instead he felt relaxed and in place when talking to you, even if it was no more than thirty second since you met each other. 

“oh, so you consider yourself a celebrity, huh?” you laughed, causing him to shake his head. 

for a second he didn’t respond. you were starting to feel startled with the way he started at your smiling lips, but then he blinked finally, and answered. 

“i have places to be and balls to spike,smiles. let’s just say…”

and that, that was the precise moment since which you knew. since the one line he said before running off, a smug smile you should never be able to see, and yet you did. you were sure and certain. this was your soulmate. 

“… i only share that information with people i actually like”.

“sure you do, omi-kun!” 

since that moment, your heart began to settle and as much as you pushed that thought away, saying that you were too young to know, and after all you just exchanged a couple of truly meaningless sentences with him, you couldn’t deny the fact that you knew. knew for a fact, that you’ve found your own person. 

it was so random and sudden, so casual, countless evenings did you stare at your mirror and let your mind wonder, trying to find answers as to why you were feeling so strongly so fast. it was uncharachteristic of you, even if you were ever in love, you didn’t believe it could happen on such first sight, and yet there you were. was it the magic your parents always told you about? the one so inexplicable that they always stated that “you just have to feel it”, and “you’ll know when it comes”?

you thought it was just your lonely brain pulling tricks on you, until that one night you decided to hang out with the MSBY team, and went to tsumu’s apartment, waiting for hinata, meian and sakusa along with tsumu and bokuto. 

you didn’t pay much attention to their talk, it was mostly plans for the upcoming season, until they shifted the subject. 

“hey, did you ever read what was on omi’s wrist? he never covered it, but maybe that’s why i didn’t pay attention” the blonde wondered, his fingers playing with the edge of his glass. bokuto shook his head. 

“no, i think it’s too personal to check. why’re you curious? you hope you’re his soulmate or what?” he laughed in his usual, loud way, and the word “soulmate” called for your attention. 

“no you weirdo, it’s just he started covering it recently, and i just wonder, did he meet his other half?” 

“my ma’ always said that there’re no other halfs, because you’re a person on your own”

“yeah yeah, cute, but not the point here, bokuto” atsumu sighed. “and he didn’t even tell me… bastard.”

there was comfortable silence between the three of you for a few brief seconds, before the blond setter started the topic again:

“hey, you’re oddly quiet, where’s your tattoo located?” he asked with genuine curiosity in his eyes, as you glared at your wrist, covered loosely with the bracelet you wore over it ever since you got the tattoo, it being something so intimate you didn’t want to share it with the entire world at once, concealers didn’t work on the ridiculously black tint, and the bracelet made it harder to read. 

“you didn’t notice? thought you were observant?” you teased, making atsumu roll his eyes and take your hand into his, pushing the piece of jewelery away to read the caption. 

“it’s on your wrist too? awh, maybe you’re omi’s soulmate!” he exclaimed looking at the writing from every angle possible. 

“what’s written on there?” bokuto asked, not wanting to shift from his seat across the table. 

“oh, it’s and—”

“we’re here!” hinata yelled at the same moment, giving you an opportunity to move your hand back. 

and so it stayed a mistery. 

you shifted onto the bed you shared, still messy after you both woke up those couple of days ago, earlier than you were supposed to, because of a text he got from his mother. a text that set him off for the entire day and finally caused everything that happened next. 

your heart couldn’t stay still when you put your head over the pillow, the familiar scent of the other side of the mattrace hitting you no matter how hard you tried to hold your breath. 

you noticed a small package laying on a nightstand next to your fiance’s side, and you went over to grab it, eyes getting hot when you realized what it was. 

a set of band aids. 

omi wore band aids on his wrist for as long as you could remember, but according to atsumu, he only started wearing those after meeting you. they were always on the inner side of his wrist, and after a while putting them on was his routine, it grew on him so much he didn’t even really think about it - just bought a pack once a week and put it on 2 times a day, for it to stay hygenic. didn’t make it a big deal or anything, but if you asked, he’d turn really gloomy, while also trying not to worry you too much. 

“hey, weirdo, let me see what’s under that band aid. you of all people should know that if you get a cut, you can’t have it covered all the time, it won’t heal like this” you muttered against the couch you were laying on, gently grabbing his hand by the little finger, only for him to jerk it away, not even moving his gaze from the book he was reading. 

“it’s not a cut” he just mumbled, eyes following the printed letters in utter focus. 

“then why do you cover it?”

“i don’t want you to see it” he explained straight away, in the blunt way he always would, not finding any reason to keep it away from you.

“why?” you asked sincerely, apparently enough to bring his eyes away from the book. he reached out to grab the tips of your fingers into his and slowly rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand, a soft smile wondering on his face but never actually reaching to lift up the corners of his lips. 

you couldn’t help but grin a bit yourself, making him raise an eyebrow. 

“quit smiling at me, i can’t stop messing up what i’m saying if you look at me like that” 

you giggled. 

“like what?” 

“nevermind, dummy. just… don’t worry about it. just trust me and don’t check, okay?” he pulled your hand to his chest so you’d come and sit beside him in the armchair. you curled up against his chest, hair still wet from the shower damping his t-shirt, enjoying the smell of his perfume and the delicate, intimate aura of the moment, even though curiousity wouldn’t let you out of its hold. 

“is it your soulmate mark?” you asked, remembering the conversation between you and atsumu, about how he started to cover it. 

“thought i told you not to worry, didn’t i darling? can i trust you that you won’t check?” he mumbled against your hair, and let out a breath when you nodded. he trusted you wouldn’t, and you didn’t.

although now you wish you did. 

“what’re we reading?” your sleepy voice ended the silence in your living room after a while, your eyes too tired to see for themselves. sakusa shifted and relaxed in his position, taking a breath before he started telling. 

“it’s called the orange girl. it’s a story of a boy reading letters from his dead dad, who wrote them while terminally sick, about a love story he shared with a girl, whom he met on the tram, she got his attention because she was holding a basket of oranges. she then disappears and shows up at random places at random times, acknowledging him but never actually talking, and they continue this hide and seek until she gives him a riddle, which he solves. they can’t be together for long, since he’s sick, but they had to, since their love was so true they couldn’t stay away from each other without falling into pieces. they were like the glue holding each other together, the mistery being the only shared link they had for a long time” he kept lowering his voice as he felt your head growing heavier and heavier against his chest, to the point he practically whispered. 

“that’s… sad” you mumbled, half passed out, and he tried so hard to surpress his laugh, so it doesn’t bring you out of your blissfull state. 

“i don’t think it is, no. see, they didn’t have much time with each other, but that was enough for them, they cherished every moment and would much rather spend so little together than eternities alone. no matter how long she’ll have to spend alone before meeting him again, she’ll love him forever, and so will he, even though he’s not physically there, i think it’s poethic.” he stated, getting hair out of your face, gently leaning forward to put the book down. 

“just as i’ll love you.” he added, now thinking you were asleep completely “even if you’ll hate me. come on, big baby, let’s get you to sleep” 

come to think of it, he always said he’ll love you forever. never an eternity, always forever. in his proposal, it was “always and for always” and whenever you fought and made up it was “for as long as the sun shines in the morning”

never an eternity. 

it’s not like it was something bad, he could be really a master of his words if he wanted to, and if he ever used that one, you’d obviously get scared and tell him to quickly say something else, not to tease fate too much, but he never did. 

as if he knew. 

you wanted to show him just as much you respected him and his privacy after that night, scared by the last sentence he said, and thought you didn’t hear, and made it your goal to find a new set of band aids for the both of you. it was often “look, omi! i found ones with elza, from frozen! she reminds me of you, so here. take these” 

“excuse me? if i get elsa, you get swen”

“why the hell would i get swen?”

or that time when for your anniversary you had ones custom made with some of his favorite song quotes. it was an inside joke, not much of a joke but much of an inside between the two of you, that always put a smile on your faces while still reminding you that before love, before passion and before even friendship, there was always trust and respect between the two of you. 

and that reminder was often needed. 

he could be a sappy romantic, at times, but it was still the sakusa kiyoomi you met that first day, still a blunt jerk, accents on jerk, still closed off, still a bit egoistic and cold at times. you two had similar tempers, and it often resulted in fights. very often. 

you loved his fierce attitude, you adored his honesty. appreciated the straight forward notices when he didn’t like something you did, and liked the way he always spoke what was on his mind when around you. but sometimes what was on his mind didn’t exactly cover what you wanted to hear. 

as you put away the box of band aids, your hand grazed over the photoframe still damaged from the one time he had to glue it back together after one fight, after he threw it on the ground to let out his anger in some way. 

you yelled at him for your fair share of over twenty minutes, and only when your voice started to get sore, did he start talking, but whenever he wanted, venom could cover those sweet words he’d so often whisper, as if his sentences were sharp enough to cut through glass. 

“why can’t you just let someone care about you?” you’d shout, voice cracking at the end, causing you to put a hand over your throat, realizing it’s time to stop talking. 

“because you won’t understand! you’ll never understand! that’s the thing, y/n, you may try as hard as you want to, but in the end, you’re too—” he’d manage to bite his tongue before saying something he didn’t mean, and yet your eyes widened. 

“too what? too stupid? too much of an idiot to mit the intelectual standards you have set? is that it?” you’d drag and tease, as every muscle in his body would tense up, fists curling as he’d take the frame and smash it onto the ground, soon realizing how much of an overreaction that was, but not just yet. 

“stop putting words in my mouth! i never said you were stupid, for fucks sake—” 

the door closing behind you would wake him up from his thoughts, as he whispered a quiet “fuck” under his breath, and go after you. 

nevertheless you’d never leave, you always went to the bathroom, put some water in your face, take a few deep breaths, and by the time you were ready to go face him, he’d already have calmed down and would be ready to talk, apologize if it was his fault, forgive if it wasn’t. 

cause after all, you were soulmates. 

you were meant to be with each other. you wouldn’t survive with each other. two puzzles of the same picture, fitting perfectly, and not with anything else. 

right?

he’d mutter the lyrics to can’t help falling in love while he’d occasionally do your hair, he’d come behind you while you were cooking and rest his chin on your shoulder. leave notes in your lunch. 

he was the most thougtful person you ever met. the most precise in his actions, most affectionate in what he was capable of doing for you, most selfless in giving his all into bringing a smile on your face. 

one night, he came home from practice, and there was just something so weird about him, you remembered, about the way he smiled almost like he was fifteen again, all excited and hyped. 

you lifted yourself up from the bed, finding it hard to move, since the ache in your heart was roaming throughout your entire body,leaving you tired and defenseless. however you managed to get to the dresser, and search for one through your shirts. 

“so, you know how i’m not the biggest fan of merch, right?” he said, his eyes lit up as he turned around to grab a nicely wrapped, loose gift from his bag. 

“i know? you don’t understand the hype people get from wearing things that have your surname on it, you’ve told me countless times”

“yes, but—”

“you’ve also told me that doing figurines of living real people is somewhat creepy”

“yeah, that too—”

“and that the plushie they made with you scares the living shit out of—”

“i know! i know! but listen” he’d say, handing you the package. as you began opening it carefully, he continued “you know that because of privacy policy they can’t make the merch jerseys the exact same as the real ones? the merch has the surname and number smaller by 2 centimeters, and the space between each letter is wider by exactly a half of a centimeter. and since we’re redoing the shirts with a slightly different design, i ordered—”

“you ordered one more for me” you whispered as you held the soft material in your hands, the paper laying somewhere on the ground, by your feet. 

“i ordered one more for you.” he finished, scratching his neck in a nervous gesture “i know that i’m not the best boyfriend—”

“fiance” you corrected. 

“fiance, when it comes to letting you wearing my things, so i hope this makes up for it in a way?” he suddenly flinched as if he remembered something right in that moment “oh, and…” he reached to his bag again “these are my perfumes. if… oh my god, this is so pathethic, why was i so—”

you took the bottle out of his hand, and, since he didn’t like to hug right after coming home, you gave him the brightest smile you could. 

“it’s perfect. you’re perfect.” you muttered, hand moving upwards to ruffle his hair and mess with him just a little bit “come on, go clean up, dinner’s almost ready”

would it be a violation of your agreement if you just wore his shirt now? it’s not like he’d come check. you didn’t need your own-his shirt right now. you didn’t need to have “the one original that no fan will ever have”, you didn’t give a fuck about those 2 and a half centimeters of difference that meant so much to you. 

you hastened to open the bottom drawer, and then, folded nicer than your version, was the real, real sakusa kiyoomi number 15 MSBY shirt, the one and only, a little harsh from being used and washed a lot, but right now, there was no softer fabric in the world. 

you hid your head in the folds of the jersey, begging for the tears that you knew damn well were building up to finally come out. 

“you idiot” you whispered, “you idiot, you idiot, you fucking idiot!” louder and angrier every time you began wailing, the black material being the only thing covering your screams. “why’re you always so stupid? so… so fucking precise? couldn’t you spend one night, one night without me? one night in anger? you’d still be— you absolute, fucking idiot, sakusa!” 

only anger and frustration came to your heart as you recalled all the things he did with you. 

all the dances to classical waltzes at three in the morning in the small light over your oven. 

your walks with his dog, faces white and noses red from the winter cold. 

all the events you’d go to along with him, when he’d dress up all pretty and would ask you to do his tie, even if he was the master of the art himself. 

the time he actually taught you how to tie a tie, while you were both drunk talking in your bedroom after a college party. 

all the things he did for you. the good morning forehead kisses, the cups of hot tea with the exact amount of additions you liked, the way he always wrapped your scarf a little bit tighter around your neck, the way he’d remind you to wash your face if you were too tired to motivate yourself to get up and do it. 

why would he do all those things with such ease, how did he memorise every single line of your character, every single habit you ever developed, if he

wasn’t your soulmate?

your sharp breath began to even out after a while, as you recalled the most recent events. 

he was very set off that morning. his mother, who he hated with all the hatred available in his heart, texted him something about an alledged family dinner he had to go to that evening. 

the text woke you up at six in the morning on a saturday, not making a great start to a day full of nerves. ever since that text, he’d been more irritable and annoyed than the usual. he didn’t finish his morning coffee, he got splashed with rainwater by a car while on his run, everything was wrong. 

everything was wrong. 

you left the stage of your relationship where you were afraid of making each other mad long behind you, and yet you were kinda afraid to ask for the basic things that day. like, what did his mother text him? why did it annoy him that much?

you didn’t know that at the time, but what woke him up wasn’t a text, it was a burning feeling under his band aid. he lifted it, noticing you were still sound asleep and looked at the writing. nothing had changed, but it was burning hot, and didn’t allow him to stay asleep. 

“what the hell?” he mumbled, rubbing the skin, as if that was supposed to help, but there was no result. 

“mm?” you mumbled, asleep, and he just glued it back on and laid down next to you again. 

“nothing, don’t worry about it.” 

nothing, don’t worry about it was a phrase he overused. not that he wasn’t comfortable with you, no, it was the complete opposite, but as he was raised in a very traditional way, some things were just meant to remain a secret.

it was a sort of protection he’d give you, protecting you from his dark thoughts, his mind that often didn’t listen to his commands, from himself, putting it short. 

little did he know, all you ever wanted was to see those parts of him that he kept caged from you. 

that was the one difference between the two of you that nothing could get over, but, even in a puzzle, elements have to be different in order to fit, right?

right. 

you called yourself stupid as you recalled that now. 

turns out you would fit, just… not together. but why would someone be so perfect for you, why would your heart jump out of your chest every time you saw him, if it wasn’t meant to be? why did it feel so right if it just wasn’t?

as simple as that. he wasn’t your soulmate, after all. 

that night, you got into a fight. you finally told him how many fucks you give about him wanting to protect you, how secretive he is, how dumb and idiotic, and weak it makes you feel. how you hated it. 

you glanced at the delicate ring placed on your finger, and sadly didn’t recall the moment he’d put it there with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen, but the moment you almost took it off the other night, driven by emotions and stupid, selfish motives. 

if only you knew then… if only. 

you wouldn’t say “do i even truly matter to you, kiyoomi?” you wouldn’t laugh sarcastically, you wouldn’t stare at him as if he was the worst person on earth. you wouldn’t make him feel so worthless and so pathethic. 

“of course you do. that’s why i don’t want to get into it, what’s so hard to understand about that? why is so hard for you to accept, that i may just have things that i’m not gonna share with you? where is that privacy and respect you so like to talk about, huh?” 

“kiyoomi, respect for privacy is one thing, you’re just isolating yourself from me! what, did you get bored of me? did you realize i’m not fit for your fantasies anymore? is that it?” you did know you shouldn’t have said that in the first place, you knew you did it purposely and only to hurt him, but emotions have taken over your brain completely. 

“what the fuck! i know you’re just trying to make me more mad so i say something i regret, don’t think i didn’t catch up with your sick methods already, mrs smart!” he turned around to face you, a heartbroken look in his eyes, as if the trust he had for you was disappearing by the second. instant regret hit you, but that was just the deal between you two, nobody knew when to zip it and back off. 

“oh so i’m suddenly so bad, huh? so hard to deal with, is that so?” 

his face went all white, blood rushing away as he heard those words. 

“that’s right. i heard you talking with atsumu.”

“hey no, you’re taking it out of context, i would never mean it like that and you know it damn well”

“do i? do i know it damn well, kiyoomi? or do i just try to believe in something about you that just isn’t quite there?” tears appeared in the corners of your eyes as you realized it wasn’t about the text anymore. 

“no. no, no, no, no, don’t go there. you need to calm down, you’re being ridiculous!” 

“iam being ridiculous? I AM being ridiculous? you’re the one that makes me hate you right now!” you shouted, as you turned around, grabbed your keys and phone and left the apartment. 

it’s fine, he told himself, you just went over to the bathroom like you always do, but minutes and hours flew by and he realized you truly… left? he searched everywhere, and you just weren’t there. he began to panic. 

especially with his tattoo burning it’s way into his skin even more. 

it doesn’t matter where you went, it doesn’t matter for how long. what matters is when your phone finally rang from someone else than sakusa kiyoomi and you picked up, it was the worst possible call you ever got. 

he was at the hospital. 

car accident. 

drunk driver. 

it was so obvious, it was so basic, it was so… idiotically predictable. 

you obviously rushed there, obviously with fear at heart, but you didn’t fear him leaving you forever. he didn’t say his “and one day more” yet, right? he couldn’t go. 

you checked every document, talked with every doctor, with every relative already present, even dealth with his hell sent mother and overprotective sister, and dismissed every single bad news, every single “he might not make it”, every “i don’t know wether he’ll wake up, it would be a miracle.”

and when you entered the room, he did look as if he was he was one foot in his grave already. you were careful to reach out to to his forehead over all the little cables and tubes, and get his annoyingly curly locks out of his eyes. 

“why did you follow me, dumbass?” you whispered, eyes set on his closed lids. “you know i’ll always come back to you. i love you too much to leave, you know that, right? you’re aware? why did you do such a dumb thing? you’re smarter than this! we’re smarter than this!” you whined and whined, but to no response. 

his mother gently informed you that it might be time to say goodbye, but you didn’t listen, you didn’t care. it wasn’t the day he’d die. 

you stayed in his room alone for a little while, gently rubbing his hand with your thumb, mentally apologizing for being so, so difficult, and stubborn, and—  and stupid! 

you didn’t know what it meant when all the devices started beeping suddenly, you had no idea. 

but even you would recognize that line that was supposed to jump at the speed of his heart rate going straight. you’d recognize that awful beep. that deadly calm on his face.

“hey. hey, hey, hey!” you started shouting. “don’t you dare leave me yet, you idiot! we still have so much to do together, no, no, no start working! start fucking working!” you screamed at his still heart, looking at the dark screen. 

“no. no no no no no, i refuse, i won’t let you do me like that, sakusa, you hear me? you’re not allowed to—” you began panicking as you shook your fiance’s body desperately, barely managing to even move him a bit. 

“wake up, you idiot, wake up!” was the last thing you said before your words started blurring together and becoming an incoherrent mess, before the doctors got into the room, before some nurse escorted you out. 

that was the last time you’ve seen your boyfriend.  

and now you were supposed to be getting ready for the ceremony, you were supposed to act like the composed, grieving partner, his never-to-be spouse, picture perfect form of sadness, yet you couldn’t pick yourself up from the floor, where you were sobbing in the material of the damn jersey, ironically, cause he’d be so mad for it, if only he was there. 

honestly, anything would be better. any screams, silent treatment, any fight, any tears, anything. would be better than this. 

because not only were you incapable of picking yourself back up after loosing your only love, you were also painfully reminded that this man, the man that meant the whole universe to you, he wasn’t your soulmate. he was never in the plan for you. and you were so mad, at whoever was up there, at fate, at god, at whatever, you couldn’t believe it, you felt like a glitch in a system. 

he had to be your soulmate. 

and yet the last words you heard and are ever gonna hear from him were “you’re being ridiculous”. 

as you tried to get up from the floor, hands clenching around the material, you realized you have no idea what time it is. 

you had no idea where your phone was, at that. you didn’t check it in over three days, you didn’t have the nerves to read all the “oh my god, are you okay? i’m so sorry for your loss”bullshit. 

they would never understand “your loss”.

so as you finally found it somewhere in your purse, it was all out of battery. it took a while to charge it, and after you realized how little time you have until the funeral begins, you received a ton of messages all at ones, just as predicted.

you didn’t mean to go through them, you truly weren’t in the place to do so. but there was a chat that was always pinned at the top of the list. 

your eyes widened. 

1 new message from:

omi <3

your fingers and breath both shook endlessly as you pressed the highlighted font, eyes watering finally when you realized, 

it was a voice message. 

it took a while before you pressed it open. 

sounds of traffic were heard, as if someone was calling you from inside a car. “hey there, smiles, it’s me, your favorite douchebag of a boyfriend! no, without all the jokes, we all acted on impulse, didn’t we? i’m sorry for all i said. you know i am. just let me explain it to you in person, okay? i’m driving around here, but you’re nowhere to be found, and your friends don’t know anything about where you are, neither does atsumu. you can be mad at me all you want, but please come home, okay? it’s getting late. we can fight but i won’t stop worrying about you ever, i won’t ever stop caring. please, baby, please tell me where you are? you’re not picking up, so that’s why i’m leaving you a voice message…” 

your heart was beating like crazy as you listened to your boyfriend’s voice, realizing this will be the last thing you’ll ever hear him say.

“… anything is better than not knowing if you’re okay, y/n, any screaming and yelling you have planned for me, truly. i didn’t mean what i said, and neither did you. but i do mean that i will really try to be more open with you, if that’s what you want. i’ll try to make up for every mistake i’ll ever make. and remember, i’ll love you

for eternity, and one day more” 

after that, his speech was interrupted by a loud noise, him saying “what the fuck” and some sounds of metal being smashed. and after that, there was a whole minute of silence. 

a scream left your throat as you realized, 

he was your soulmate, after all, 

but you lost him forever. 

*

after you finally made it to the funeral, greeted by your friend and hugged tightly by sakusa’s sister, coldly glanced by his mother, you realized, the cascet was open. 

why the fuck. would they leave it. open?

“hey, sakusa-san?” you asked your fiance’s sister, and she turned around with a tired smile. 

“please honey, call me by my first name” she said gently, playing with your shirt, as if she had to do something with her hands. 

maybe it ran in the family. 

“why did they… why did they leave it like that?” you pointed towards where your boyfriend surely was, and her smile disappeared suddenly. 

“mother wanted it like that, honey. do you want me to help you go see him?” she grabbed your hand tightly and smiled, as much as she could, and when you nodded, she leaded the way. 

it was hard. it was very fucking hard. you wanted to run, you wanted to disappear, to not be there anymore. he looked as if he was sleeping. as if he was going to wake up any moment. you swore his eyelid twitched at one time. 

maybe you needed to do something with your hands too, because you noticed something wrong about his suit. 

“who the hell made that?” you asked while reaching over to his hand. 

“who do you think?” the woman sighed, pointing towards her mother. 

“he has his sleeves uneven. he’d hate that” you chuckled under your breath, adjusting said sleeves, when suddenly, your fingers grazed over the black ink on his writs. you looked, even though you knew you shouldn’t.

wake up, you idiot! said the writing. you let out a breathy sigh as you reached over to your purse, and glued one last “frozen” themed band aid over the tattoo. 

“you’re my eternity. and my more,too”

well hi! It’s been a while since I wrote one of those, huh?

so obviously the volleyball player you’re gonna fall for today is sakusa kiyoomi

the word count: around 2K 

summary: your boyfriend and you go for a winter walk with his dog, and he gets a bit nostalgic. 

and let’s go!

The sun shines a little bit different every season of the year. The winter sun is a tad bit more harsh and refreshing that the slow, dripping summer mornings. And as you look at the white, glistening snow, and the cold sun rays shining directly at it, you just have the urge to go out and do something with yourself, don’t you?

Same struggles happened in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s head that very morning when he woke up to a cold apartament drowning in sun rays, causing him to put a hand over his eyes, to cover them from the merciless light.

“Did I forget to turn the heaters on again?” He whined, and cursed his need to open windows before going to sleep each night. Now it was almost impossible for him to get out of the sheets, considering the temperature in his room was way below zero.

He managed to get one arm outside the warm bed and reached for his phone, charging on the side table. A sight of you in his MSBY shirt, sat on a kitchen counter and showing something you just baked, with a proud grin on your face on his wallpaper greeted him, and the widget above your head told him that it was six in the morning.

So he woke up before his alarm? Impressive, given that it was a Saturday and no practice was planned. He had exactly thirty two minutes before his phone would tell him to “get his ass out of bed” and go for a run.

Sighing, he threw the phone away on the mattrace, and wrapping his blanket around him, he went over to the window.

It snowed last night.

Wait, it snowed last night?

Suddenly, he was a little kid inside, because oh gosh, it never snowed these days! It was all looking so nice, everything covered in a white layer, as if it wasn’t the outside of his apartment, but a picture taken from a children’s book.

After he almost jumped from excitement, the adult side of his has taken over. If it snowed, it meant the temperature went below zero. If it went below zero, the sidewalk would be so slippery that running would be almost impossible.

Well, screw it. He wasn’t going to let a tad little detail like that ruin his good mood. And so he went over to each radiator he had and turned it on, then going to bed again and scrolling through his social media until the temperature around was warm enough for him to leave the sheets. 

And so it took a couple of hours for him to finally get himself up and going, but it was still fairly early when you knocked on the door of his apartment, and heard some shuffling inside.

“Sit already, would you? Fine, okay, I know you’re excited, but-“ your boyfriend’s voice was cut off by a bark, and he was silent for a second, while on the other side of the door, you were barely holding in your laugh.

“Hey! Behave! No!” he raised his voice ever so slightly, but apparently it worked on the poor dog, because soon enough you saw him, leant against the doorframe with both his hands in his pockets, his pet sitting beside him, although almost jumping from excitement upon seeing someone else.

“Oh, didn’t expect you here today” he said nonchalantly, a smirk forming on his lips, as he knew well that he invited you here himself. You rolled your eyes, and passed him by, leading yourself to his bathroom. “Not even a hello?” he whined jokingly, as you shook your head.

“I was in a public bus, let me go wash my hands” you explained, and he nodded, mentally trying to convince himself that’s just something people do. You’re not doing it just for him.

He followed you to the bathroom and once again stood in the door, looking at you with a happy spark in his eyes.

You looked so in place while just casually standing anywhere in his apartament. Like you belonged there. And he was almost certain you indeed, did belong there. He wouldn’t have you any other place, rather than by his side.

“You should really get a license already” he said, quickly looking down at his nails, so you wouldn’t see him stare.

“Mhm” you agreed silently, wiping your hands “I know” you slowly approached him, firstly playing with the material of his shirt, and after a while, curling his hair on your finger. It required staying on your tippy toes, which he found endearing. “And you, sir, are due for a haircut”

“Am I?” he said, touching his curls himself, but not leaving you to check in the mirror. “Can you do it?”

You giggled.

That was kinda part of the plan, since he absolutely loved hearing you laugh. He wasn’t the most funny person on earth, yet he was motivated to become a full comedian just to hear that genuine chuckle you gave his finest jokes.

„I cant cut your hair, silly” you said, rubbing his temple with one finger as you were still playing with the pitch black curls. “You have to go to a salon”

He shivered theatrically, rolling his eyes at you and walking away towards the kitchen. “And here I thought you loved me” he huffed, making you smile in disbelief.

“You’re being a baby!”

“I’ll ask my sister to do it”

“Your sister lives kinda away, you’re aware of that, right?” you continued, following his steps to the bigger room, where he was sitting on the floor and tying his shoes.

“So? She loves me, she’ll do it”

“She has her own kid to take care of, she doesn’t need a twenty two year old one” you shoot back, remembering the last family reunion you attended with your boyfriend. It was a complete mess, but meeting his parents explained… a whole lot of things about his character. 

He really did look like a little kid, reaching for another one of his sneakers, scarf already put half on around his neck, smiling softly, having to pause the process of tying his shoes every time his dog tried to lick his face in excitement. The poorly named Swiss Setter never left your boyfriend’s side whenever he was home, so used to his their very own slow lifestyle. 

You knew damn well she was emotionally attached to her owner, and loved him dearly, as you were the one to babysit her whenever Kiyoomi had an out of town game, and the first couple of times she didn’t sleep at all, and neither did you. It required him staying overnight at your place together with the dog for her to understand it’s a safe place. 

“Now now, calm down, Lady, at least let me tie my shoes!” he giggled childishly. The first time you ever saw him snuggled up on the couch with the dog, watching some crappy Netflix show, you couldn’t believe your eyes. 

THE Kiyoomi Sakusa. On the couch. With a dog. 

You soon found out that Lady, because that’s the crappy name the dog so proudly got by, had been one of your boyfriend’s only friends until the time he graduated. She wasn’t exactly a rescue dog, but his older brother brought her home from his former friend’s house, where she didn’t exactly had the best start in life. 

Kiyoomi didn’t fall in love at first sight, he needed time to adjust to having a dog in the house, but Lady seemed very fond of him, and weirdly enough, only listened to his commands. (The trainer said it’s about his voice, as it is deep and raspy, when he says something loudly enough, she feels respect towards him). 

He was soon in charge of training the dog to be a good pet for a household such as the Sakusas place, a huge, always so elegant and spotless house, where no one is around too often, but frankly, “family friends” came back every other night to drink rosé with his mother, or whisky with his father. 

It was to no one’s surprise, that when Kiyoomi moved away and went to college, his porcelain doll of a mother and distant father couldn’t get a hold of the Swiss Setter, who’s manners weren’t so ladylike. The deal was simple, either kiyoomi takes her to his place, or she ends up in a shelter. 

And as he loved dogs, and secretly had a heart of a four-year-old, he took her in with himself, and, frankly, let her rule over his at-home life all the time. 

She was very well behaved when in public, knew what was on her owner’s mind by the look in his eyes and reacted on the snaps of his fingers, but inside the four walls of his apartment, she could walk all over him, which you found amusing. 

Kiyoomi put her on her leash, and rose his eyebrow at you. 

“Coming?” he asked, having the door opened for you already. You nodded and left, waiting for him to lock the door behind the three of you. 

It was cold outside, but not too cold, and the air was refreshing, even in such a city as Osaka is. Kiyoomi mindlessly tied his pinky with yours, a bit of a hard thing to do in leather gloves, but he was all about the details. 

After two years of your relationship, he was perfectly capable of holding your hand just fine, but sentimentally enough opted to hold your pinky instead, as if your romance was fresh once again. 

You smiled at the feeling and squeezed his pinky back with yours, You glanced over at him staring at his feet, as you walked towards the park in comfortable silence. 

“When do you have the next match, Omi?” you started a casual conversation, and he looked as if you took him out of a trans of sorts. 

“Oh, uhm, next Friday” he answered upsentmindedly. You caught him sparing loving glances in Lady’s direction, an indescribable nostalgy painting his face in cold colors. 

When you reached the entrance to the huge park, where dogs were allowed off leash, you bent over and made a snowball, the throwing it at his back. He turned around to face you and gave you a look of betrayal. 

“You didn’t” he whispered. 

“I think I did” you giggled, covering your mouth with your hands, waiting for his next move. 

He bit back a smirk, trying to remain stoic as he kneeled down to release Lady off her leash, hiding it in the pocket of his black coat, then picking up snow in his hands and forming a round snowball, directing it right at you. 

Lady kept running around the two of you, jumping in excitement, not fully understanding what you’re doing, but happy to be a part of it. 

“Hey, ouch!” you laughed, theatrically covering the shoulder it reached. “You didn’t need to spike it!” 

There weren’t many people at the park that day, considering the fact that it was first snow, and parents don’t usually bring kids, who want to build snowmen, to a park where dogs are allowed off leash. 

“Oh, you wanna see a spike?” a little smile covered his lips, exposing his blushing cheeks, contrasting with the rest of his pale face, and dark curls. 

“Try me, pretty boy” 

“Aight” he put his hands up in an agreeing gesture “Just don’t whine about the bruises later” 

“Same goes to you” 

He huffed, getting back as he gathered snow in his hands and rolled it a bit before aiming at you, jumping in place as you tried to “become a harder target to hit”. He shook his head in disbelief. 

God, I love that dork, he thought, purposely frowning and posing as if he was about to serve. 

Lady kept jumping around him, noticing a round object in his hand. 

“This is not for you, dummy” he laughed, but noticing her excitement, excitement that he didn’t get to see a lot recently, since she was visibly getting older, and more tired, a warm feeling flooded over his chest. He sighed. “Alright, you want it? You want it?” he kept teasing, making her jump around, before breaking the ball and rubbing the snow in her fur.  

She layed down on her back, showing her tummy for pets, which he did obviously provide, tickling that one spot that made her move her leg uncontrollably. 

He got up, and formed another snowball, showing it to her. 

“Watch out, I’m throwing it!” he said to her, before aiming at some free space far from him, throwing the ball from behind his back, watching with a heartwarming smile as she ran after it. 

He seemed to have forgotten about defeating you, watching as his dog kept digging for the “ball” that already disappeared in the snow, so you walked back up to him. 

“You okay?” you asked softly, and he looked at you in surprise. 

“Yeah, obviously” he responded, but something seemed off. You tangled your arms around his shoulder, smushing your cheek against it, and looking at Lady sniffing around the place the snowball landed. “You know, if it weren’t for her, I’d still be too anxious to pet dogs I like when I’m on walks” he started, his mind some place else. 

“Well, many things wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for her. We probably wouldn’t have met!” you smiled against the fabric of the thick coat, both of you remembering that sunny afternoon when you sat by the river in the park, reading some sort of upsetting news on your phone, frowning, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, when suddenly, you flinched, seeing a snoot between your arms, and when you parted it, you saw a panting, big dog staring back at you. You heard a distressed  “Oh my god, Lady! Come back here!” in the distance, and you lifted your eyes to see a tall like a tower twenty-year old, black curls swept away from his face with hairgel, but getting a bit in the way due to the wind, the guy wearing black t-shirt, with a golden logo, of what appeared to be a… fox? You then thought, only later discovering it’s actually a Jackal, and the letters B and J on the sides of it, and sporty shorts. Apparently, they were on a run. 

“I’m so, so sorry, she never does that. Please don’t get too mad at her, she means no harm! Oh, my god, Lady, come back here!” he hissed, putting the dog back on a leash. “I’m sorry! Hey, I can buy you a coffee, if that’ll make up for her? I’m choosing the coffee shop though, there’s a little one nearby and there’re not too many people in it, the popular ones are a rip off anyway, wait— are you crying?” he panted out, staring directly at your face, with a deadpan look.

“It’s alright, I like dogs. But I like coffee, too”

You smiled upon remembering that afternoon, as the completely different sun shined on you two in that moment, not the exhausting, August-ish one, that makes you want to never leave the nearest pool, but a cool and refreshing February one. Two years passed, and the both of you weren’t just strangers in the park, you were one of these cheesy couples teenage girls look at and get upset because they think they’re never going to be like that with anyone. Although, the bonding dog stayed the same. 

Speaking of Lady, she ran up to Kiyoomi, who was lost in his thoughts and memories, proudly showing off a stick she must’ve found under the snow at some point. 

“Look what you got there!” he kneeled down, trying to get it away from her to throw it. “My good girl” he giggled. 

Some February afternoons could just last forever.

haikyuu!! characters and you making a playlist reminding you of them

featuring: sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, suna rintarō and kageyama tobio 

kiyoomi

• you left to make some tea, and left your phone in the room
• it’s not like he was swooping through it! it was connected to a speaker so you didn’t turn it off, so you can easily change music
• a song he really hates came on, so he decided to change it
• he picked up a phone and realized, he doesn’t even know what to play
• “what if I play something they won’t like” and all the dumb anxious thoughts started to flow through his mind
• so he decided to play something from YOUR playlists! he’ll find something he likes, and it’ll be obvious you like the song, since it’s on your playlist. genius plan, right?
• he started sliding the playlists until he found something that caught his attention
• the title being a lyric from the song “Loverman” by Rick Montgomery
• he entered it, thinking nothing in particular, but the caption below the title!
• it said “I just miss my boyfriend, okay?”
• wait… what? his brain didn’t process this correctly for a second
• it felt so illegal to look through the songs in there, they seemed so private
• he honestly felt the urge to put the phone down
• but then he saw the most cheesy song he could think of
• song being “18” by One Direction
• you didn’t even listen to that band from what he recalled, yet it was there and he was familiar with the lyrics of it
• he felt a weird drop in his heart, like a sudden wave of excitement, suddenly he couldn’t sit still
• this didn’t occur often and he didn’t know how to act.

You came back to the room holding two cups of tea, the first sight being your boyfriend sitting unnaturally still and straight.

“You okay over there?” you asked softly, putting the cups on the table in front of you and giving him a small side glance.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he ask, eyes set or something in a completely different direction than your face.

You sat next to him and noticed that even though the same song was playing, your phone was in a completely different place than the one you left it in.

“Don’t you hate this song, Omi? Why didn’t you change it?” you asked, reaching for the device. Good thing you didn’t saw his eyes widen when he realized, he didn’t change the playlist he was looking at.

You were silent for an awfully long moment, eyes glued to the screen, while he was dying just two meters away. Were you gonna be mad? Sad? Disappointed? It would really be easier if you said something, he thought.

But then he started thinking about that playlist again. So you miss him, huh? That was a weirdly pleasuring fact, he didn’t know why. He was proud of himself for no reason.

But then he thought, were you really in need of a playlist like that? Maybe he was too distant, maybe he wasn’t enough boyfriend-ish?

The song he was looking at suddenly started playing, but it wasn’t enough for him to look up.

“You know, I listen to it every time you go for a game somewhere far, and you’re gone for a couple of days”

“It’s not possible to miss someone that quick” he replied almost immediately, as if he didn’t think about it before speaking. “At least to miss me that quick”

“Well, when you’re in love, it is” you replied, the grin on your lips so wide it could be heard in your voice. His heart skipped a bit. “And I have loved you since we were eighteen” you poorly sang the lyrics of the song, laughing immediately after, causing him to also smile a tiny little bit.

You rolled your eyes.

“Come on, Mr Insecure” you said, standing up and giving him your hand. “I always wanted to dance with you to this song.”

atsumu

• you were sleeping before he came over, and you noted that you were to take a nap and that he could let himself in.
• chill music was playing inside your whole place
• it didn’t take long for him to find you draped over the sofa, a peaceful look on your face
• you’ve been really stuck on work recently, so he was happy that you finally got some rest
• however it wasn’t going to stop him
• he located your phone and planned to wake you up by suddenly playing some metal music instead of the chill lo-fi in the background
• it was gonna be “hilarious”
• so he proceeded to unlock the phone and was about to enter search bar when he noticed the name of the playlist that was currently playing
• “missing my dumbass” huh?
• he just looked through the songs endlessly, even though there weren’t that many
• huge smile subconsciously appeared on his face and suddenly he didn’t have the heart to wake you up
• However he did lift your head really slightly and put it in his lap instead of the pillow instead.
• So you were napping while he just stared at the songs in awe, somehow surprised by the fact that you could miss him

“City of Stars, huh? I remember when you made me sit through that movie” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “And when you tried to teach me the chords to that, too” he giggled “Guess it’s better when you play and I pretend to know how to sing”

He kept chuckling and smiling to himself about what he was finding, until he put the phone down and looked down at your asleep face.

“Look at you. You really love me!” he grinned, peacefully sure of what he was saying. Wow, you really did love him. Why was it so surprising? Why was he this shocked?

He always thought he had plenty faith in himself, but somehow when it came to you, he could never hear enough of your praise before he’d actually believe your confessions.

You woke up soon after to him playing with your hair, a mindless look on his face.

“I remember falling asleep somewhere else” you commented sarcastically, but he only smiled, his mind some place else. “What’s wrong, Tsumu?” you asked, concerned about his cheeky attitude being gone. You got half up and looked him in those absent eyes, but he only hugged you closer to him, resulting in your face being buried against his neck.

“I just missed you” he said, hardly overcoming his emotions. “A lot”

“Did you? That’s rare” you laughed, but noticed the song playing in the background. You distanced yourself from him enough to look him in the eyes with the deadpan, but low key amused look. “Or were you just looking through my phone like a crazy person?”

He rolled his eyes.

“It was a great plan, until ya decided to make me emotional!” his nicely covered accent was always showing more when he was trying to remain calm. It made you giggle.

“Aw, look at you, are you gonna cry?” you joked mockingly, causing him to look away in embarrassment. He lightly pushed you off his thighs onto the couch. “Hey!”

“Yer the worst” he said, walking to the kitchen to pour himself some water. “The WORST!”

“You’re just mad because I made you too flustered to make a flirty comeback!”

„Shut it!”

rintarō

• this boy, oh my god
• this boy has his own playlists for you
• and he keeps them like a caged secret never to be exposed
• seriously, he has a lock on his Spotify app
• he’s secretly a sucker for all the romantic things like those couple playlists, photos of holding hands, that stuff
• but he’d never, ever admit it, not even to you
• so one day, you were at his place, and the Miyas, Kita and Aran were there, too.
• His phone died, and it was connected to the speaker, as it always is, because
• “you all listen to shit, I’m gonna choose something”
• so when it died, he started aggressively poking your shoulder until you looked at him
• “babe. baby. honey. y/n!”
• “what, rin?” you finally reply, while in the middle of the conversation with Osamu
• “Can i get your phone? music’s dead” he asks politely, and you nod mindlessly, while still paying attention to what Osamu was saying.
• To be honest you didn’t even hear what you’re agreeing to, but soon he placed your phone in front of your face so you’d insert the password
• You unlocked it, and he happily went over to the music app, while connecting it to the speaker
• He was just gonna search for his playlist, but he forgot the phone isn’t his, and he needs to search it instead of just hitting “playlists”
• But it was the first thing he mechanically did, and the first title he saw, was, drumroll please…
• “it’s missing rin hours”
• it’s what hours now? he could NOT believe his eyes
• well well well, so he spent all this time hiding his Pinterest-like romantic dreams to himself, while you… had a playlist? to remind you of him?
• he wanted to look. but he remembered how much he would be embarrassed if you were to look at his, so he decided not to
• he just searched for his playlist and turned it on like nothing happened, but after handing you back the phone, he could not stop smiling
• good think you were talking

Minutes passed, and the whole group was just chatting, eating and laughing, while the music was in the background, but Suna just sat back and didn’t pay attention to the conversation. Suddenly, he saw a palm right before his face, waving for his attention.

“Quit zoning out, Rin!” he heard your voice and looked over at you, and the amused smile on your lips. “Come on, we’re playing cards and nobody shuffles them like you do”

He simply nodded and proudly went over to the table, took his chair and started shuffling the cards in a truly “casino-like” manner, a confident smile never leaving his lips.

“What is it Suna, are you hiding all the good cards for yourself so you can win again?” Aran asked, and he just scoffed.

“Oh yeah, I remember we weren’t supposed to let him shuffle again!” Osamu joined.

“Yer a cheater, Suna, gimme that” Atsumu placed his hand in front of Rintarō, to make him surrender the cards faster.

“Please, you shuffle like a four year old” he bit back, already started to give the cards to people. “Alright what’re we playing?”

Suna was weirdly confident that night. Not that he was ever insecure, he just… acted more like Atsumu rather than like himself. It was weird to watch, honestly, but you didn’t mind, since he seemed happy. It was like this until you left, and you didn’t say a word, but as soon as you got to the car, you couldn’t bare to stay silent anymore.

“Okay, what’s up?”

“What’s supposed to be up?” he said, not even glancing over at you, eyes fixed on what was behind the vehicle, hand over the back of your seat, another one on the steering wheel, trying to leave the parking lot.

“What’re you so happy about?”

“What, can’t I be happy? That’s a rude thing to hear from my own s/o”

”You know what I mean” you whined, rolling your eyes.

“Do I?” He asked, and you started to get irritated with his responses, but before you could say anything, he just added “Maybe it’s just annoying my s/o hours”

After that, he simply smiled and focused on the road in front of him, leaving you to your own embarrassment, silently glancing to catch you get redder every time he looked.

tobio

• this guy doesn’t have playlists on his own
• he just listens to what he wants to, he searches it
• so he’s really not in the subject when one day you’re in the shower when some weird music comes in
• he just laughs at what the hell are you listening to?
• and you say the playlist must’ve ended, and he can put on another one
• okay but… where?
• so you shout the instructions to just go to “your library”, pick one and just click shuffle
• he does as you told, but- woah, why do you have so many?
• he starts to go through them, but it’s really just pure chaos
• up until he finds a playlist, named “don’t tell tobio but I miss him”
• wow, the title makes it seem so private, he almost doesn’t want to ope-
• oops, he opened it
• and the songs there- it caught his heart from the very start
• don’t get me wrong, he thinks they’re cheesy
• but there’s something about them that makes his eyes feel hot all of the sudden
• and you miss him? really? all this time he tried to be as distant and reserved as he could, so you wouldn’t think he’s clingy
• and you-
• he needed to sit down for a second

You came out of the shower, still with a towel wrapping your wet hair, when you noticed that a song you don’t know was playing, and Tobio sat on the couch with an uneasy expression.

“It’s not that hard to find it, you know” you said, walking over to him, about to take your phone away, but he quickly put it behind his back and looked up at you with an slight, tiny little grin.

“Gimme that”

“Nope”

“Why?”

“You have to come and get it” he said, moving back against the couch. You were shocked to the very core about his sudden confidence, and well, cheesyness, but what could you do, you sat in his lap and tried to get the phone from behind his back.

In the process, he started to tickle you, making you laugh, throw your head back, resulting in your towel falling to the floor.

“Stop, oh my gosh, just give me the- the- the phone!” you managed to say in between giggles.

When he finally stopped, your head was resting on his chest while you desperately tried to catch your breath.

“Sorry. I just wanted you to have a fun memory to think of while you miss me” he said teasingly, causing you to look up with a “how dare you” look on your face.

“So you-“

“Rewrite the stars? Really?”

You hit him on the chest

“Shut up you idiot”

“Awh, don’t act like that. You’re gonna miss it when I’m gone” he said in an over dramatic manner, looking away, and you couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head.

“Drama queen”

osamu: ok, here you have the first aid kit, a book with all his allergies, a coat in case he starts getting cold, instructions on what to do in an emergency…

sakusa: we’re just going on a date.

osamu: no, he’s your responsibility now.

Happy Birthday !

３月２０日

• Jujutsu Kaisen

• ハイキュー

No Thought, Just-

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing (Timeskip!Sakusa Kiyoomi x OC) NSFW Series

AN: I’ll be away for almost a month so no updates till then :( I decided to leave this short chapter because it’s been on my mind <3 Also artwork doesn’t belong to me but the rightful manga artist <3

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Chapter 28: A Painting To Remember

Chapter 28

A week had passed and Kaiya found herself standing in her bedroom, looking at the outfit in front of her…

“I wonder if this is too fancy…” Kaiya muttered to herself, looking at the lavish dress Sakusa insisted on buying for her. They were anticipating this exclusive art show, apparently there were art pieces which were displayed that hadn’t been seen by the public yet. Kaiya would be one of the first people to see them and meet the artists.

She searched online for any details but couldn’t find any. It perplexed her but Yuuna had confirmed the show was going to be very fancy.

“Its almost like we’re going to a red-carpet event…” She whispered, holding the dusty purple chiffon material in her hands, staring at the dress in awe. It had subtle hints of sparkle, twinkling it she turned the material just right.

Sakusa had insisted they go shopping because he needed a tux for this event, saying there would be press and he wasn’t in the mood for interviews, but he still wanted to look presentable. Kaiya eagerly tagged along but in the middle of shopping, he stopped when he noticed her admiring this dress in the boutique. She pretended she was just looking art it but he knew her all too well, immediately ordering it for her.

Sometimes she would feel bad when he’d recklessly spend on her, but she was only human, she loved being spoiled by him… She remembered the glee she felt when the boutique had delivered her dress yesterday morning. She was in awe when she zipped it up, not wanting to take it off. She almost called him immediately, gushing about how much she loved it, making him pleased.

Sighing, she set her outfit back down, now sitting in front of her dresser.

“I really hope I’m not over-dressed… I even got my make up done…” She muttered, looking at the professionally applied make up. It was actually flawless, she wished she looked like this every day…

“Oh gosh, what if I meet a celebrity!?” She was so excited, forgetting that she was actually dating a celebrity.

“What if someone asks me for an interview? Oh, now I’m feeling nervous” She muttered before shaking her head

“Calm down, it’s just a fancy art show… It’s amazing I get to go to one of these…” She muttered, touching up the blush on her face before her fingers began unpinning her styled her, letting her curled locks flow free.

Her phone buzzed and she caught sight of his name, smiling before answering it

“Hi baby” She cooed

“Hey” Sakusa answered before clearing his throat, “I’m still stuck in the board meeting, but I’ll meet you there. Is that fine?” He asked her and she hummed, a little more anxious about having to walk into a fancy venue by herself

“That sounds good to me! I’ll message you when I leave?” She said and he hummed,

“Great, don’t forget your invitation. The security is a little strict.” He muttered and she nodded, “It’s already in my clutch!”

“Good girl” He chuckled, making her cheeks flush

“Aren’t you in a meeting?” She asked and he fell silent,

“It’s over. So I’m going home now” He answered making her laugh,

“I miss you Omi… Haven’t seen you in so long” She sighed and he hummed,

“Me too… Can’t wait to see you …”

“See you soon, Omi” Kaiya said softly before they cut the call.

She sighed, the butterflies swirling in her belly. It would be the first time they would be attending such a big event as a couple, although their friends and family knew, the public wasn’t aware. Neither of them posted their private life online, nor did they gossip about it. She knew Sakusa had a large fan base of female fans and in the back of her mind, she was worried about being trolled by them.

“They’re just jealous.” She consoled herself, before checking the time.

She went to her lounge, where Chewy was busy in his cage. He hopped in excitement when he spotted his dinner in her hands and she cooed at the bunny, watching him munch away on his leafy greens

“You’ve been in a better mood ever since that night… Is it because you’re going to be father?” She muttered remembering how Atsumu had called Sakusa a few days later, complaining that Hanami’s rabbit was knocked up and now he had to deal with ‘this shit’…

“I never knew you were feeling so pent up… I think Omi-kun and I need to stop doing stuff in the lounge…” She muttered, blaming herself for Chewy’s raging hormones…

Slowly she got up, going back to her room. She loved the fact it had a built-in bust, tight on the top, pushing her breasts up wonderfully before the skirt pooled out. It really made her feel like she was a movie star…

She spent some time with Chewy, lost in his cuteness that by chance when she glanced at the clock, she realised that it was almost time to leave. Cursing, she quickly rushed to her room, stripping her gown off, now pulling on her lingerie before she took a deep breath, holding up the dress.

She slid it on, zipping it up before she placed the necklace he had bought her when they confessed, letting it set above her breasts.

Turning to her mirror, letting out a gasp

“Oh my god…” She whispered, “I look amazing.”

She shameless admired herself. Now she was super excited for the event…

Sliding on her heels, she grabbed her clutch, checking that she had everything before giving herself a once over, smiling

She couldn’t wait for Sakusa’s reaction.

~

“Oh, this is the venue!” She beamed to the still flustered taxi driver who nodded as she let herself out. Kaiya admired the way the museum was set up but she was a little startled because it seemed empty… She had expected a lot of people and photographers but it was silent.

She quickly reached for her phone, calling Sakusa. After a few rings he answered,

“Um, Omi I’m here” She muttered and he hummed,

“I’m inside…”

She felt relieved, “Oh great, I’ll make my way inside then!”

“See you” He ended

Reluctantly she climbed the stairs, looking around but there was barely anyone in sight. Confused, she stopped an usher standing by the entrance. He seemed to straighten up when he saw her approaching, now blushing

“W-Welcome miss!” He squeaked and she smiled shyly, looking around again

“Um… The private viewing is here, right?” She asked him, showing the invite which he glanced over before nodding,

“Yes, its inside ma’am.”

Kaiya just nodded, “Am I early? There seems to be no one here” She asked and he chuckled

“The guests have already arrived…”

“Oh, am I late?” She asked but he shook his head,

“Right on time, actually”

He stepped aside, letting her through

“Enjoy your night” He smiled

Kaiya walked inside the dim museum. There was a waitress standing by the doors, smiling at Kaiya

“Wow, you look gorgeous ma’am!” She gushed, making Kaiya blush and laugh,

“Thank you!”

The waitress offered her a flute of champagne before opening the door

Kaiya thanked her, before walking into the gallery. She froze in her tracks, looking at the empty space, turning around to look at the waitress who just smiled, shutting the door behind her

“Enjoy the show Kaiya-san!” She beamed before the door shut. Kaiya turned back around, now nervous as she wandered through the exhibits. She was in awe, admiring the plethora of works scattered around. She hadn’t seen any of these artworks, they were breathtaking…

Slowly she wandered around, trying to see if there were any people walking in other rooms as she followed the guiding map, but she was welcomed with more delightful art. She tried to call Sakusa but he wasn’t answering the phone, making her worried.

Walking into another room, she sighed softly

“Omi… Where are you– Oh…”

Kaiya froze, forgetting about the call when she stood in front of a large painting, illuminated by the spotlights in the dim gallery room. Her hand went over her heart, recognising her favourite park… It was the bridge she’d always stand and ponder over…

She admired the brush strokes, the way the artist had highlighted every aspect of the scenery. They had gotten the shimmering water just perfectly, every element just stuck out…

She looked at the plaque under the painting, spotting the artist name

“Yuuna?”

Kaiya was impressed, she wondered why Yuuna didn’t tell her she was exhibiting tonight. She hadn’t seen her friend in a while but it made sense now. She was probably busy with this show.

Kaiya looked back at the painting, now taking note of the people on the bridge but she blinked twice, now a little confused.

She stared hard at the couple, looking at their composition…

“Wait… That’s…”

“Us.”

His voice echoed in the quiet room. Her eyes widened, and she turned around… Sakusa stood there, looking incredibly handsome. His face was stoic, his hair styled back, taking her breath away.

“O-Omi, I don’t understand… What’s going on? Where is everyone?”

He stepped towards her and she held her breath when he gripped her hand.

“Right here” He answered

“… You look so handsome…” She whispered before he stepped closer, cupping the side of her face, his eyes scanning her all over. She was about to ask another question but he hushed her,

“You look absolutely amazing, Bunny” He muttered, making her bite her lip, about to look away but he gripped her chin

“You know Kaiya, the last six months have been an utter rollercoaster with you. When I first saw you, I knew that you were mine…” He said, making her silent.

“Never in my life have I ever met a person that I thought I would care about to this extent… and then I met you… A woman that turned my world upside down in a good way… You handled me at my worst, loved me unconditionally…” He muttered, making her eyes water a little from his revelation. “You’re everything I’ve dreamt of. My angel and my little devil… I love how you’re the only person who knows all the sides of me and I love how I’m the only one who knows all of yours…”

“Kiyoomi…” She whispered but he hushed her again,

“I found my happiness in you… Even though its hard for me to show it… I’m happy whenever you’re by my side… I love you more than you could imagine.”

“Kiyoomi, I love you too. I don’t want to be with anyone but you. I-I was never interested in meeting someone through my family but the moment I found out it was you… I couldn’t say no… You’ve tried so hard all these months, despite the stupid things I did. You went out of your comfort zone, just to make sure I’m happy… I’m so happy that we found each other” She muttered in a shaky tone, feeling overwhelmed

Slowly his fingers gripped her jaw, tilting her chin towards the painting…

“Look…” He muttered, standing behind her and she concentrated on the scenery again. She was so confused, her heart was racing…

She held her breath, now realising that in the composition of the painting, Sakusa was on one knee, holding Kaiya’s hand… Swallowing, she could feel the tears pricking in her eyes, anticipating the moment she turned around

Still in shock, she turned and inhaled, now letting her tears well over when she saw him crouched on one knee. Sakusa’s brows softened and he swallowed, opening the velvet box in his hand, revealing the sparkling diamond ring shine in the dim lighting. She covered her mouth, letting the shock overtake her.

“I let you go once… But I never want to make that mistake again…” He took a deep breath before smiling, looking into her eyes

“My precious Kaiya, will you do me the honour of becoming my bride?” He asked gently and she immediately nodded, smiling while she cried

“Yes! I’d love to”

He sighed in relief, sliding the diamond ring onto her left hand. Sakusa gripped her hand, standing up and she quickly jumped into his arms, letting him hold her up, crashing their lips against one another.

They couldn’t stop littering kisses between themselves, she was lost in a daze. She never expected this, it amazed her how well he had concealed this. Slowly parting from him, Sakusa couldnt help but grip her face again, locking their lips again making her mewl

“Fuck Kaiya, I can’t get over how stunning you look right now…”

She smiled, hugging him tight

“I can’t get over the fact that you proposed to me in such a romantic way… Did Yuuna actually paint this? I knew she was an artist but this is…” She looked at the painting feeling teary,

“Its beautiful…” She sniffled and he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on top of her head, looking at the painting

“I know its not really romantic being set up by our parents but that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a special proposal…”

“How did you manage all of this? The invite?”

“It’s a fake one… The actual private viewing is tomorrow…” He answered, making her confused

“But then Yuuna’s painting?”

“Well… I actually commissioned that… Its ours.”

Kaiya gasped,

“Really? Oh, Omi… I don’t know what to say…”

He blushed lightly, “You love this place the most… Since I can’t give you a public park… I thought it would be best to capture it in this way…”

Kaiya sniffled again and he grinned, pointing to one corner, her eyes following his finger

“Oh my gosh, you even had her paint Chewy!” She gawked, noticing her little rabbit was painted by the bridge, making her laugh. Sakusa just smiled, gripping her hand feeling the engagement ring on her finger before he gently caught her attention once again

“Kaiya…” He muttered and she hummed, smiling

“Yes?” She asked,

“Do you want to walk around the show? Seeing as we have the gallery to ourselves?” He asked and she eagerly nodded, “Yes!”

“Come on, my love” He muttered, squeezing her hand and they walked around the gallery. She was in seventh heaven clutching onto his arm, as they admired the pieces, although Sakusa found some of them strange…

She giggled as he led her into another room but she stopped, looking at the fancy decorated candle lit table in the middle of the room. He took her to her seat, pulling it back for her before he sat opposite. It was wonderful for her to be surrounded by art, while they wined and dined. She really felt like the most special person on the planet.

“How did you plan all of this?” She asked and he smirked,

“So many questions…”

Kaiya just laughed, rolling her eyes

“But what about our parents? Don’t they decide when we–”

Sakusa shook his head,

“I already asked for your father’s permission… Granted, it was a little awkward because he was still pissed off because of that… break up…”

Sakusa sighed, remembering the painful way Kaiya’s father glared at him when he had gone to visit them in secret…. He was just lucky his mother in law was supportive, instantly agreeing to it in excitement

Kaiya laughed again, “He’s not mad at you any more… Don’t worry! So if Yuuna made the painting, does that mean she knows you were going to propose?” Kaiya asked and he nodded,

“Yeah… I needed help to get this together… I’m not really romantic but the rest of the guys are. They helped me plan this out… I needed everything to be perfect for you.” He answered truthfully.

“Oh, so that’s why you were so busy this week…” She reached out from across the table to grip his hand sweetly,

“I truly am the luckiest woman in the world, to have you in my life… I promise to be the best wife ever”

Sakusa squeezed her hand back before he stood up with her,

“I promise to be the best husband ever”

Kaiya grinned, tugging on him to bend down a bit before she kissed him sweetly.

“I love you” She said again and he blushed, slowly leading her outside the private exhibition. She blushed when they were being congratulated by the staff, shyly thanking them before he lead her down the stairs carefully where his car was parked. Sakusa let her inside before he took his seat.

Kaiya was about to put on her seat belt but he stopped her…

“C’mere…” He muttered and she raised a brow, when he lifted her from her seat to set her on his lap. Her eyes lidded, wrapping her arms around his neck while his other hand slid up her dress, feeling the mesh stocking she over underneath, until he met the garter belt

“Kiyoomi, will you kiss me?” She asked and his eyes lidded, his other hand letting go of the steering wheel to grip her jaw

“You don’t have to ask… because I was going to, regardless” He whispered, closing the space between their lips, kissing her in the dark space of his car. Despite the stillness outside, both of them were lost in the way their tongues melded so well against one another. His hand kept caressing the skin of her thigh, letting go of her lips to only move and kiss the space above her breasts making her moan ever so lightly

“Kiyoomi” She sighed in bliss, her fingers massaging his scalp while he kept littering kisses along her neck…

“Take me home…” She whispered, looking into his eyes with passion. Sakusa merely nodded, his hand going towards the ignition to turn the car on before he clutched her left hand, kissing the back of it

“Let’s go home, Bunny” He grinned.

Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing (Timeskip!Sakusa Kiyoomi x OC) NSFW Series

Chapter 27: Imposter

Mainly a funny chapter because im exhausted from working and smuts the last thing on my mind

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Chapter 27

“Hello Omi-kun, I’ve boarded the train!” Kaiya said, holding her phone to her ear with her shoulder while she rummaged through her. Sakusa grunted,

“Okay. Message me when you reach. How are your parents? I’m sure your father must be upset.” Sakusa said and Kaiya hummed, taking out the sandwiches she had made earlier. Her father beamed, grabbing them from her, jolly as ever while he ate, making Kaiya’s mother shake her head.

“Sure… He’s devastated…” Kaiya muttered… To be honest, the lady who passed away was her father’s mean aunt. They weren’t really close, but they could not avoid ditching the funeral… She felt really bad for leaving Sakusa in that situation, she was pretty excited about going out this weekend…

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” She asked him.

However, she was actually more concerned about Chewy than Sakusa…

Two pairs of dark eyes locked with one another. Sakusa’s mouth turned into a scowl staring at the caged vermin on his balcony.

“It’s just a rabbit.” He answered and she raised a brow, wondering if he read her mind…

“Omi, I’m sorry for making you do this… You just need to feed him and that’s all… He can stay in the hutch until I’m back. So don’t worry about taking him out or anything.”

Sakusa grimaced, he could feel those beady little eyes boring into him.

“I can handle it, Kaiya”

He didn’t like that… Turning his back, he walked back inside… Just being a few inches away from the cage, made him immediately scrub his hands.

“You’re so sweet Omi-kun… I’m probably going to try coming back tonight. Otosan and Okasan will stay the weekend but they said I can come back after the funeral.” Her voice dropped into a whisper

“I promise I’ll make it up to you later… We can do anything you want”

He raised a brow, now that peeked his interest

“Anything?” He asked and she hummed, cautiously looking at her parents but they were busy in their own world. She let out a small laugh,

“You heard me” She teased, making him smirk

“Where are your parents sitting?” He asked and she raised a brow,

“Near me.” She answered, and her mother looked at her smiling

Sakusa just chuckled, “Can they hear me?” He asked

“No…”

“Good…”

“Why?” She asked and he was quiet for a second, before a smug look grew on his lips

“Just tell your father to book an appointment for you”

She was confused, furrowing her brows

“Me? W-Why?”

Her parents glanced at her, looking at her confused face but Sakusa caught her attention again when he smugly blurted

“Because you’ll be needing it when I break your back tonight”

She nearly gave a reaction, but she was still facing her parents. Controlling the heat that rushed to her flushed cheeks, she cleared her throat

“P-Please take care of Chewy! Bye” She squeaked, cutting the call.

Sakusa just chuckled, setting his phone down. It was only a day with the rabbit, he would manage. Looking towards the balcony, he was thankful that there was a barrier between him and Chewy… But in the back of his mind, Sakusa knew he had to get used to the vermin’s presence… Afterall, if Kaiya married him, Chewy would also be moving in with them, much to the athlete’s dismay.

It was still pretty early this morning, so he decided to do the one thing he enjoyed when he was by himself. Opening the cabinet, he let out a pleased sigh,

“There you are” He cooed, taking out the cleaning sprays and disinfectants.

“Time for some spring cleaning” He muttered, pleased.

Although he enjoyed his girlfriend’s company, there were certain times when Sakusa also appreciated being alone, when he could really let loose. Of course, for him letting loose was cleaning his own space, just the way he liked it. Cleaning was comforting and it was cathartic for him.

As the morning went on, he let out a pleased sigh at how everything sparkled. Every object was neatly in place, all the surfaces were glinting. Taking his gloves and apron off, he set them down before washing his hands. His stomach began grumbling and he hummed, preparing for lunch.

It was an absolutely lazy weekend, he watched a random show while he ate but it felt a bit lonely without her… He missed her commentary whenever they watched something together, the cute little gasps she slipped when she’d get surprised… It was amusing how almost 7 months ago, he was happy living a bachelor’s life to now craving the presence of his partner…

The impact that one tiny person had over him in almost half a year…

Sakusa hummed when his phone buzzed, grabbing for it, to see a message from Kaiya

Kaiya: I’ve reached! Should be back home by dinner <3 Also please feed Chewy lunch <3 Love you!

His nose scrunched up reading her message… He absolutely forgot about the rabbit that had taken over his balcony… Grumbling, he stood up going to the fridge where Kaiya had packed Chewy’s food… Picking up the box she had clearly labelled as Chewy’s lunch, he sighed.

He reached for the washing gloves, slipping them on his hands before sliding his mask on… Begrudgingly walking towards the balcony, he stood in front of the hutch. Both of them were locked in a staring match… Trying not to be intimidated by one another…

‘He’s just a rabbit… He’s just a rabbit…’ Sakusa pepped himself… He swallowed the nausea he felt rising in his system but he scoffed.

“Get a fucking grip… He’s just a rabbit.” He told himself. Sakusa bent down to unlatch the hutch, quickly shoving the box inside. He tried to slam the hutch gate close but it swung back open and before he could close it again, Chewy jumped through, scaring the shit out of the giant man

“Oh fuck, no”

He had never moved so fast in his life, not even on the court but Sakusa made a bee line inside…

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” He kept chanting, pacing around in panic, hands pushing his curls back, marching to the supply closet…

Grabbing his broom, he was going to try gently coaxing the devil back into it’s cage… But as soon as he turned towards the balcony (which he forgot to close in his panic), his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

~

Atsumu was lounging around on his balcony, sipping on his beer while he listened to his playlist.

“Fuck, I love the holidays…” He sighed happily, stretching his legs to rest against the railing of the balcony, basking in the sunlight

“Tsumu~” Hanami’s voice sung from his inside, humming he turned to look inside, smirking when he caught sight of her. She winked, cheekily holding open her robe to show the lewd lingerie set underneath, coaxing him

“You hungry?” She purred, making him grin

“I’m starving” He cooed, making her giggle, beckoning him to come inside

“Come get it~”

Setting the beer can down, he got up from the lounger, grinning ear to ear

“Ain’t nuthin gonna ruin my day” He sang, making his way towards her. She squealed in delight when he lifted her up, rushing to his room. Throwing her onto the bed, Atsumu climbed over her, his hands massaging her breasts while he scattered kisses all over her.

“Tsumu, take it off” Hanami purred, tugging on his shorts. Grinning he sat up,

“So fuckin eager…”

Just as he was about to pull his shorts down, his phone began buzzing and Hanami grabbed it, showing him the screen

“Sakusa-san” She said but he just shrugged,

“Ignore it. I’ll call him back later, right now I just wanna eat ya up…” He teased, pushing her bra above her tits, licking his lips. They ignored his call as they continued their naughty ministrations but Atsumu’s frustration grew because his friend did not stop calling…

“…Um, I think you should answer it… It seems like its an emergency”

Atsumu grumbled, sitting up and she passed his ringing phone back to him. Irritated he answered the call

“What do ya want!? I’m kinda busy” He growled into the receiver but there was no response… He could hear rough panting, making his brows furrow in confusion…

“Erm… Omi-Omi? Are ya okay?” He asked hesitantly, waiting a few more seconds

“Atsumu. I’m going to die.” Sakusa blurted and Atsumu raised a brow

“What…?”

“Come to my place now. It’s a fucking emergency.”

Atsumu looked at his worried girlfriend, pouting when he stared at her jiggling breasts… They were so close, yet so far… But Sakusa had never in his life begging his friends to come over and Atsumu knew this had to be a serious matter… There was no way he could get an erection knowing his friend was in peril… It would never leave his conscience…

“Okay, ‘M comin’. Just sit tight, do ya need me to get anything? Medicine?” He asked

“Bring a net.”

“What? Do ya wanna train or sumthin? It’s the holidays, ya need some time away from volleyball–”

“Atsumu!” Sakusa growled, “Just get your ass over here now”

“Okay, okay… Geez…”

Ending the call, the blonde quickly stood up

“Is everything alright?” Hanami asked and he shrugged,

“I ain’t sure but it’s the first time Omi’s ever sounded like a whiny bitch so it must be serious…”

She giggled, “Go help your friend…” She leaned back on the bed, pulling the robe off her body,

She purred,

“Don’t worry Atsumu, I’ve got a surprise waiting for you”

“This is just so cruel…” He muttered at his situation while he rummaged for clothes.

~

Atsumu grumbled, arms crossed as he impatiently tapped his foot while the lift went up. He was annoyed but as soon as the lift doors opened and he saw the state of Sakusa’s apartment, his heart almost leapt from his chest, walking in… It was a mess…

“Oh my god…” Atsumu whispered, “There’s an intruder” He blurted, quickly racing around, yelling for Sakusa

“Shit! Omi, where are ya!? Fuck, I should’ve come here faster… Police!” He cried out in a panic, checking door to door while he tried dialing the emergency number… It was until he barged into Sakusa’s bedroom. Atsumu froze, seeing Sakusa huddled in the corner of the room looking pale… Closing his phone,

“Omi!? What happened!? Are ya hurt!?” He blurted, pushing the door wider but Sakusa quickly got up, dashing towards the open door.

“No!” He yelled, almost giving Atsumu a heart attack

He pulled Atsumu inside, slamming the door shut behind him

“Do not open that door! It’s somewhere inside the apartment and I don’t know where…” He muttered, scaring the shit out of Atsumu

“S-So there really is someone inside your apartment? Why the fuck didn’t ya call the police!? I don’t wanna die too!” He whined, hiding behind Sakusa who pushed him off, annoyed

“The police cant come for this intruder…” He murmured, confusing his friend

“Omi… Whats goin on?” Atsumu asked and Sakusa groaned,

“Fucking Chewy is on the loose… I-I can’t get him inside the cage… Please… I-I’m already going to puke…” He groaned and Atsumu froze,

“What… the fuck,is a Chewy?” He asked, looking at Sakusa’s pale face

“An abomination…” Sakusa swallowed.

“He’s Kaiya’s preciouspet rabbit.”

There was a silence between them and Atsumu’s eye twitched,

“Are ya fucking serious!? I was blue-balled me because of a rabbit!? Fuck ya” Atsumu growled, opening the door

“Atsumu!” Sakusa barked following after him… Atsumu called for the elasvator but Sakusa grabbed his arm

“Look, I;m sorry for cock blocking you but please…” Sakusa closed his eyes, sighing…

“If you’re my bestfriend… Put him back inside the cage for me”

Atsumu scoffed, walking away from the lift…

“Seriously man… Ya need to grow a pair and do it ya’self… Besides, where is this ‘abomination’… Yer making it sound like he’s some mutant monster…”

Sakusa froze, realising he was in the war zone. Stepping closer to Atsumu, he hastily looked around

“Wait… Where the fuck is he?”

Both of them didn’t hear the elevator dinging open, they were busy looking everywhere but. Chewy was nowhere in sight…

“Omi… Ya sure ya weren’t imagining this rabbit?” He asked but Sakusa groaned, panicing again

“We need to find him now. Because if he gets hurt, Kaiya will kill me and if he shits inside my apartment, I will kill him. Either way, we better find him now otherwise someone’s going to die”

Atsumu rolled his eyes, “Yer being so dramatic… But lets quickly find him before he gets hurt”

“Where could he go…?” Atsumu hummed as both men scanned the area…

However their attention was caught when the elevator doors closed, the ding making them look towards it, watching it descend to the ground floor before looking at one another with wide eyes…

“No…” Sakusa groaned under his breath. “Please don’t tell me he’s in there…” Sakusa stretched under his breath, immediately running towards the button, panicking as he erratically pressed the button. Atsumu ran around, checking whatever nook and cranny he could, but he couldn’t find any hints of a rabbit anywhere

“He’s not in any of the room! I can’t believe ya lift in such a fancy place but it only has one lift! It’s taking fucking ages” He complained but Sakusa ignored him, throwing his shoes and jacket on.

“Atsumu, we need to find him now. Kaiya will actually break up with me and this time, she will definitely not take me back.”

Atsumu sighed… This was going to be a long day but he had never seen Sakusa so distraught…

“Fine.”

Both of them were disappointed when the lift reached again and it was empty, getting inside, the reached the ground floor. Sakusa had shown Atsumu a picture of Chewy before the looked around the reception area… Glancing at the automatic doors, they looked at one another before rushing outside.

They spent ages, looking in every possible corner, under benches, in hedges but it was no good…

“Fuck! We’re never going to find him! He could’ve gone anywhere!” Sakusa groaned, rubbing his eyes in frustration. He paced back and forth, checking his watch

“Fuck!” He growled again, “Kaiya’s going to be back in a few hours… I’m screwed” Sakusa sighed, slumping on a nearby bench while Atsumu kept thinking… It was almost like a light bulb lit in his head

“Ah! Omi-kun, have you ever lied to yer missus?” He asked and Sakusa just raised a brow, now was not the time to be asking dumb questions

“No.”

Atsumu just hummed,

“Well… This will be the first and hopefully last…”

Furrowing his brow in confusion,

“What…?”

In just half an hour, Sakusa had to contain his eye from twitching… His mind begging him to take a shower just by standing in the pet shop… He stared at the pen below him, multiple rabbits hopping away while Atsumu glanced at Chewy’s picture

“Atsumu… Why are we here?”

Atsumu looked at Sakusa, grinning

“We’re just gonna find Chewy and bring him back home before Kaiya returns…” He answered

“But Chewy isn’t here…” Sakusa said and Atsumu grinned,

“Ya… But the new Chewy is… Look, carbon copy” He said, pointing at a similar looking rabbit making Sakusa’s brows lift

“Are you telling me to replace Kaiya’s pet?”

Atsumu nodded,

“Look… We’re never gonna find Chewy, especially since he’s escaped. I’m pretty sure someone’s already picked him up…”

“Atsumu” Sakusa said but his friend lifted a hand,

“I know its unethical… But at this rate yer better off lying to the missus than dying alone… I promise I won’t even tell Hanami, we’ll take this to our graves”

Sakusa sighed, he was actually frightened of facing Kaiya… It was an opposite feeling from earlier this morning when he missed her so much… Now he was practically dreading it… She already informed him, that she had boared her return train… She was going to be home in just three hours…

He knew had no other choice…

“Fine… But you will never ever tell anyone about this.”

“Deal”

~

Atsumu held the cage with Chewy ‘the Second’, (they secretly dubbed him). Sakusa and him quickly entered his apartment, and the blonde lifted the rabbit, setting it into the hutch closing the latch.

They both stared at the rabbit who just made its way to the salad box, munching away. Sighing in relief, Sakusa’s head tilted back, feeling like a weight was lifted from his shoulders

“Atsumu…” He said making Atsumu look at him

“Thanks for helping me out… I really appreciate it” He said and Atsumu’s bottom lip jutted out,

“Awe, aren’t ya a softie!? C’mere” He cooed, trapping Sakusa in a hug. Sakusa pushed him off,

“Ew, get off me! Now I really need to shower” He grumbled, marching inside while Atsumu whined behind him

“So mean! After all I’ve done for ya”

Sakusa stopped, now grimacing when he noticed his messy apartment, he looked at the clock… She was going to be home soon and if she found his place looking like this, she would definitely interrogate him.

“I have another favour…”

Atsumu raised a brow,

“Omi… I really want to go home and get laid… My poor dick…” He sobbed making Sakusa roll his eyes,

“Just help me clean up and I’ll tell you a secret that nobody knows because I do need your help again… But its for a good reason” Sakusa said, peeking his friends interest.

“What is it?” He asked but Sakusa simply, opened the supply closet, chucking a mop and bucket in Atsumu’s hand.

“Clean up first and then I’ll tell you”

Atsumu just rolled his eyes, “It better be worth it…” He muttered…

An hour later, sniffles were heard in the again, spick and span apartment

“It was worth it” He sobbed in happiness and Sakusa sighe,

“Now I kinda regret telling you…”

Atsumu shook his head, grabbing Sakusa’s hands in a death grip…

“No way man. Yer my bestfriend, I’m so glad ya came to me. I can’t belie–”

Both of them froze when the elevator dinged. The doors opened and Kaiya hummed, walking inside cluelessly

“Omi, you weren’t answering your phone– Oh!” She squeaked, startled by the two men on the sofa but she froze, raising her brow, giving them a weird look

“Um… Am I interrupting something?” She asked and they both realised they were still holding hands, quickly letting go. Sakusa got up, washing his hands repeatedly while Atsumu just chuckled

“Erm… How are ya Kaiya-chan? S’rry to hear about ya aunt. May her soul rest in peace” He said and she smiled,

“How kind, Miya-san. Yes, it was quite sad but I’ll be okay” She lied… She felt bad but this was an aunt she was not close to in any shape or form… All she had on her mind during the funeral was the railing she was going to receive tonight…

“So, what were you guys upto? Do you need to tell Hanami and I something?” She teased, making Atsumu and Sakusa blush. She hugged him, smiling

“Hello”

Sakusa forced a smile, “Welcome back”

“Now aint that sweet?” Atsumu cooed before getting up. And fake stretching

“So, I’ll be heading back now. I’ll tell Hanami ya said hi!” He said to Kaiya who smiled,

“Thank you!” She cooed before looking at the balcony

“Oh! I almost forgot to greet Chewy!” She beamed and both men froze, glancing at one another. They immediately followed at her heels, gritting their teeth when she bent down in fornt of the hutch

“Hi, Chewy!” She cooed happily and the men felt relief wash over her system. She hadn’t noticed and they were in the clear. Atsumu and Sakusa gave one another smug looks, nodding while she opened the latch, cradling the rabbit happily

“Oh, I missed you so much! I’m sure you had a fun today with Omi and Miya-san” She cooed, making Sakusa cringe at the baby voice she would do whenever she spoke to that vermin. Atsumu was just amused, before patting his friends back

“Well, ‘M gonna go now” He said and Sakusa nodded,

“Come on, I’ll walk you out”

They turned to head indoors

“Hmm? Wait… There’s something wrong…” Kaiya muttered and they froze, quickly turning around. Sakusa cleared his throat,

“…W-What do you mean?” He asked and she looked at them alarmed

“This isn’t Chewy.” She muttered and Sakusa’s heart almost leapt from his chest

“What do you mean? That is him”

Atsumu panicked when she stood up, walking towards them. He averted his gaze, looking anywhere else

“No…” She voice stretched, raising the rabbit in front of them

“Chewy is male…” She lifted the rabbit even higher… “Sheisn’t.…”

Both men realised their mistake… They completely forgot to check that… Sakusa knew he couldn’t lie about this…

Chewy had balls… This one didn’t…

“Fuck… Okay Kaiya… Listen…” He began but Atsumu’s attention was caught and he quickly separated fro the couple, going to the corner of the balcony

“Fooled ya! Haha Omi, our prank worked” He blurted, startling the couple when he held Chewy is his hands… Now Sakusa was confused and Atsumu looked at him, widening his eyes

“What?” Kaiya asked, very confused but she set the other rabbit down, happily taking Chewy from Atsumu

“Chewy!” She beamed. While her attention was on the rabbit, Sakusa quickly mumbled under his breath

“What the fuck?”

Atsumu also mumbled through his gritted teeth

“… We never checked the balcony…”

Sakusa wanted to slam his head against the wall but they straightened up when Kaiya gave them a suspicious look

“Why is there another rabbit here?” She asked, setting Chewy down and she followed them into the apartment, her arms crossed

Sakusa was trying to conjure up an excuse but Atsumu stepped in

“…She’s mine!” Atsumu answered and she raised her brows, while Sakusa looked at him

“Really?” They both asked and Atsumu nodded

“Yeah! I was telling Omi-kun ‘bout how much Hanami wanted a pet but she was sad cause her Pop’s is allergic… She’s mentioned how she’s jealous because Chewy’s so cute… So I asked Omi-kun if I could see Chewy and help me find her a similar bunny.” He answered, while Kaiya stared at them. They felt like they were perspiring but her face moulded into a smile

“Awe, that’s so cute! How if her father’s allergic, how can she keep a pet?” Kaiya asked again

“Damn… Aint ya full of questions…” Atsumu mumbled under his breath

“Sorry, what was that?” She asked and he quickly shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Atsumu’s going to be keeping it at his place… He just came over to see what food Chewy eats” Sakusa answered and Atsumu looked at his friend, feeling annoyed

“Y-Yeah…” He reluctantly answered and Sakusa patted his back

“Well, you better head home now with Hanami-chan’s surprise. I’m sure you’ve had a long day…” Sakusa blurted, pushing Atsumu and Kaiya to the balcony

“Ya owe me, big time” Atsumu glared at him

“Thanks Atsumu” Sakusa whispered but the three of them gasped at the sight in front of them

“Chewy!” Kaiya squealed, covering her eyes… Sakusa was frozen and Atsumu just crossed his arms, sighing before he gave Sakusa a dirt look

“Yer gonna be paying for her child support…” He mumbled, looking at Chewy defile his girlfriend’s surprise…

Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing (Timeskip!Sakusa Kiyoomi x OC) NSFW Series

Chapter 26: Bunny on Edge (NSFW)

AN: Originally was supposed to be posted on V-day but i was pissed off at that time…

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Chapter 26:

Heavy breathing surrounded the room, she was quivering pressing her back into his chest harder, feeling restless.

“K-Kiyoomi~” Kaiya panted, biting her lip. She tried to move her hips but he clicked his tongue, holding her hips tightly forcing her to still. Sakusa grunted, feeling the way her pussy gripped his cock, massaging it between her pulsing soft walls, teasing him oh so good.

“Be patient Kaiya… Not until another advert comes” He muttered, releasing her sides from his hold before he gripped the remote, increasing the volume of the movie they were watching. She tried to ignore the heat radiating from his dick but she could feel it throbbing deep inside her. It was a challenge trying to sit still, she had no idea how he remained so calm, focusing on the random movie.

Her breath hitched when he wrapped his arm around her stomach, leaning them back to sit comfortably on the sofa. Soft whimpers left her lips, miserably resisting the urge to clench her thighs. Lifting her arms, her hands gripped the back of his head, tilting her chin to plant feverish kisses under his jaw. Sakusa hands began stroking her thighs gently, feeling the goosebumps raise under his fingers.

He pushed her panties even more to the side, sliding more of himself inside of her. She mewled, preparing to move again but his fingers lightly smacked her inner thigh

“Stay still.”

Biting her lip, she closed her eyes, nodding

“O-Okay…”

She attempted to focus on the dialogue in the movie. Sakusa’s hands left her thighs, sliding over the satin crop top she was wearing. Her body twitched when his palms slid against her nipples, feeling up her breasts

“Cold?” He teased, tweaking her hardened nubs making her moan. She let out a breath of relief when the movie was abruptly cut off by an advert and he let go, leaning his head rest back onto the couch, his hands went under her satin top, pinching and rubbing her nipples between his thumb and pointer fingers. She cried out, her hips jolting and he smirked, feeling her juices glide down his cock

“C’mon… Get yourself off before the adverts stop otherwise, you’re going to have to wait again”

Her hands braced themselves against his solid thighs, trembling she lifted her hips, grinding her pussy against his cock. He lifted her top over her breasts, pushing the satin between her lips. He leaned back, letting his long fingers mould and massage her breasts, watching her ass shake on top of his lap. She kept moaning, jutting herself on him. A grunt slipped form his lips when her nails dug into his flesh.

She was so close…

But the adverts were cut off and the movie resumed, Sakusa left her tits to grip her hips tightly

“Stop.” He muttered but she bit her lip, refusing to let her orgasm escape

“N-No… Please! I’m almost there! Ngh~” She cried, pushing his hands away to move faster. Sakusa held in a moan, swallowing it down before it spilled. He gripped her throat, two fingers shoving themselves down her throat

“No…?”

She squealed against his digits when his other hand smacked her breast, jerking her hips. The sting from her breast sent a jolt to her clit, her walls squeezing his cock, lubricating it with her spilling juices.

“When the fuck did you become so bold? Hm?”

His fingers slid deeper down her mouth, almost making her gag but through her tears, she solidered on. Gripping his arm in desperation, when his lips kissed her burning cheek, muttering

“I told you that you could only fuck me when the adverts are on. Are you too dumb to follow simple instructions?”

He pulled his fingers from her throat, and Kaiya panted hard. He could see her shoulders shaking, trying to keep her body still. Biting her lip, she was trying her best to ease the pain of the lost orgasm. She had no idea what was happening on screen, she didn’t understand why he was so invested in this random movie.

“Sorry Omi-kun…” She whimpered but he sighed, hooking his arm under her knees, lifting her off his cock. She mewled, feeling his thick shaft spring out of her folds, feeling excited when he dropped her onto the sofa by his side. Sakusa stood up, looking at her dishevelled form but he just scoffed seeing the wet patch on her satin shorts. She lay down, raising her arms towards him, beckoning him to come closer

“Omi-kun, let’s do it~” She cooed, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her shorts, attempting to slide them off but he gripped her wrists

“You’ve been riding my dick every day since my holiday started… Greedy slut, I fucked you this morning as well and you still haven’t had enough?”

He shoved her hands to her side, letting his hand slide to the back of her head, gripping her tresses firmly

“Don’t move.” He muttered, letting her hair go and pushing her back against the sofa. She watched him walk away, feeling ever so needy. She kept clenching her thighs, to ease the throbbing but minutes went by so slowly, frustrating her.

It was true, what he said. They really took advantage of this holiday since the tournament… Majority of their dates were cancelled, simply because they let their lust take over. Ever since they got back together and confessed their sinful desires, they took every waking moment, fucking like rabbits.

Her breath stilled when she heard his footsteps approaching her again, Sakusa lust smirked looking at her flustered expression but he lay on the couch next to her, eyes glued to the tv.

Not giving her any lift. She couldn’t take it anymore, turning on her side, draping her leg over his, clutching onto his arm

“Omi-kun, forget about the movie… Please?” She begged him but he didn’t take his eyes off the screen for a single moment. Feeling the pent up frustration, she pressed hot kisses along his throat, sucking and nipping on random parts of skin…

“Kaiya…” He warned but she ignored him, sliding her hand under his shirt, feeling his solid muscles under her fingertips…

“Omi please… I’m so wet and its because of you…” She tried to tease him, fingers gliding down his stomach to cup his erection but he held her wrist tight, shoving her back onto the sofa

“You’re behaving very feral right now… Do I need to tame you again?” He muttered and she nodded,

“Yeah~” Batting her lashes, he raised a brow,

“Are you being a bad girl on purpose?” He asked and she bit her lip,

“Maybe…”

“You know what happens to bad girls right?”

Nodding, she waited for him to make the first move but he watched her in amusement.

“Take your shorts off”

She didn’t have to be told twice, immediately slipping her underwear and shorts down her legs but he held her knees, stopping her from pulling them all the way off. Confused, she looked at him but he was smirking.

“So eager… But you’ll be putting them back on in a second…”

Furrowing her brows in confusion, his hand went into his pocket and he pulled out a vibrating bullet.

“This will keep you occupied until the movies over…”

She bit back a moan when he pushed the toy between her folds, making sure it was nestled deep within her before he pulled her shorts back on…

“Now let me watch the movie”

Annoyed she crossed her arms in a huff, glaring at the TV screen…

‘Stupid Omi…’ She begrudgingly thought… Minutes went by and she found herself getting bored, her eyes dropping and the horniness leaving her system. She didn’t notice him slipping his phone out and opening his app. A small hum left her lips when she felt a minor pulse inside of her, just for a second.

Sitting up, she looked at him and he gave her an uninterested look

“What’s wrong?” He asked and she shook her head,

“N-Nothing…” She mumbled, focusing back onto the tv screen. His phone was hidden by his side and he slowly began moving his thumb along the screen.

“Oh!”

She cupped her mouth, trying to hold back the shocked gasp when she felt the bullet begin to buzz, making her squirm. Sakusa increased the volume of the movie, decreasing the intensity of the toy making her squirm less but the subtle vibrations were hard to ignore, she clutched his hand, whimpering.

He glanced at her, taking note of her flushed skin feeling amused. His fingers intertwined with hers, gripping her hand. He stroked the back of it gently.

“Y-You’re so mean…” She panted and he chuckled,

“I’ve been told…”

As time went on, she felt her juices seep through her panties, staining her shorts even more… Letting go off his hand, her palms pressed against her closed eyes, fingers gripping her hairline, squeezing her thighs for more stimulation.

“Ungh~”She mewled when his fingers pressed against her covered mound, digging against the wet material…

“K-Kiyoomi…” She whimpered…

“Poor Bunny, you’ve really made a mess… Can’t sit still for a moment, hm?”

Her eyes widened and she squealed when the vibrator buzzed fast, she tried jolting her hips but he pressed his palm into her harder. He scoffed at how loud she began moaning, her body tried to jerk but he kept her in her place.

“No!” She squeaked, her knees bending, bracing her feet on the sofa… She lifted her hips, but almost immediately the vibrations dropped to an all time low… Her body fell back against the couch, against his side. He felt just how ruined her shorts were… Sakusa loved playing with these kinds of toys. After the egg incident, he figured out just how sensitive she was to them…

Despite how badly his cock was straining for attention, he merely stood up, walking away again… This time he appeared much faster, a towel draped on his forearm and he seated himself next to her

“You’re fucking soaked… Just seconds away from ruining my couch…”

“I-I’m sorry~” She panted but he gripped both of her ankles in his hand, lifting her legs up and draping the thick towel under her. Kaiya was embarrassed but he hooked his fingers into her bottoms, now pulling them off her legs completely… Spreading her thighs apart, he lifted the leg that was pressed against his, hooking it over his thigh.

“Don’t worry honey, now we don’t have to worry about it…”

He was still fully dressed, spreading his legs casually… His hand idly stroked her bare thigh, coming close to her pussy but he glided his fingers back and forth against the flesh of her inner thigh… More whimpers and mewls left her, but he hushed her

“The movies almost ending… If you can last, I’ll give you a reward” He said making her bite her lip,

“Okay…”

Smiling, his fingers stroked her slick folds softly making her quiver

“Good girl…” He chuckled, retracting his hand…

The next fifteen minutes felt like torture, he’d keep increasing and decreasing the speed of the toy, making her voice raise and then drop in whimpers. She’d keep clenching on the toy, gritting her teeth, resisting the urge to cum but from the way he teased her, he made sure she wasn’t going to cum.

“Almost there…” Sakusa mumbled, listening to her whimpers.

As soon as the credits began rolling in, she immediately clutched onto his side

“That’s a good girl… You lasted…” He cooed, gripping her chin to peck her lips. He began kissing her neck, making her eyes well in tears, fingers fisting his shirt

“I need you now” She mewled, watching his eyes glint in amusement. Dropping her leg off his thighs, he stood up.

“Alright, let’s go to my room…”

She tried to pull the stationary bullet out but he clicked his tongue

“No…” He stretched, stroking the side of her face

“It stays…”

She pushed herself up from the sofa, and he faced her, walking backwards. A smirk played on his lips, looking at the juices dripping down her thighs

“How badly do you want me, Bunny?” He asked and she bit her lip, reaching towards him

“So bad– Agh!”

Before she could reach him, the vibrator buzzed violently, making her knees buckle and she dropped to the floor squirming. Moans left her lips, telling him to stop being mean but he lifted his phone screen that he hid behind his back, laughing

“So fucking cute…”

Lowering the vibrator, he gripped her hand pulling her back up… Her legs shook and she grit her teeth, catching her breath… She reached towards his arm but he took a step back, walking slowly down the hall way, making her agitated, trying to catch him but he teasingly avoided her advances

“Kiyoomi!” She laughed

“Kaiya.” He grinned

He raised his phone again, making her heart pace.

“Omi, don’t be mea-EEN!”She squealed, keeling over when he increased the vibrator again and he chuckled again, when she clutched the door frame of his bedroom.

“O-Omi!” She giggled, panting and he grinned. She couldn’t feel her legs anymore, sliding back down on the floor, writhing in pleasure. Sakusa licked his lips, lowering the vibrator before he loosened the button on his sweats, pulling his thick and heavily aroused cock from the opening… Kaiya was still mewling, gripping his legs, looking up at him

“C’mon…” He smirked, extending his hand to her. She gripped it and he lifted her to her feet, walking them towards his bed. He sat at the end of it but before she could climb on, he held both of her hands, making her stand between his spread legs.

“Not yet… Let me reward you first…”

Confused, he let one hand go, slipping his phone back out of his pocket. She took a sigh of relief, waiting for him to close the Bluetooth app but her eyes widened and she squealed loudly when the bullet buzzed at its highest setting.

“O-Oh my god… Nooo! K-Kiyoo-MIII~”She squealed but he gripped her other hand, holding both of them in his hold, watching her wrecked expression. He still held her hands tight, even when her knees again gave out, making her drop to the floor. She kept moaning his name, begging him for his cock. It felt so intense, her legs were shaking with tremendous need,

“This is so fucking hot… My poor baby, you’re practically crying from how good it feels…”

Letting go of her hands, his hands cupped her cheeks, thumbs wiping her tears away. He listened to her whimpers but instead, he pressed his forehead against hers.

“I-I’m gonna– Mmh”She moaned, her back arching. He kissed her throat, feeling the vibrations of her moans against his lips… His hand cupped her pussy and just as he swiped her clit, he felt her orgasm gush over.

“Oh god” She mewled, feeling the mess she made glide down her thighs.

Sakusa pulled away, feeling oh so amused. He stopped the bullet, his fingers looping into the string stap, pulling it out of her. Kaiya was a panting and whimpering mess, her head tucked over his lap. His fingers massaged her head, letting her calm down just a little before she pulled away.

“Was that good?” He asked in amusement and she shyly smiled in embarrassment, nodding

“Yeah…” She panted. He returned a gentle smile, arms going under hers, effortlessly lifting her on to the bed. He pulled his clothes off and she removed her top, now laying nude next to him.

Turning to face each other, his hand rested on the curve of her hip… She began playing with his hair, swirling a lock of his dark curls against her finger.

“I love you” She whispered in a hush tone and he hummed, raising a brow

“Even though you called me mean earlier?” He teased, make her giggle

“It’s one of the many reasons why I love you…”

His hand glided up her side to cup her face, she smiled turning her head to kiss his palm with affection.

“Damn…” He muttered, when she batted her lashes, humming

“What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, “Nothing… Nothing at all… I just realised that I’ll never let you go again…”

“Kiyoomi…” She smiled, sliding her body over his. He held her hip, slowly lifting himself to sit up, tilting his chin to look up at her face, a lazy smile stretching on his features

“Love you…” She cooed, her hand cheekily stroking his cock, making him erect again. He inhaled, chest swelling, pushing his lips close to hers

“Me too…” He mumbled, pushing her hair behind her shoulders, his hand creeping up her neck to hold on to it

“C’mere princess…”

Closing her eyes, she held her breath when he kissed her. Her heart began racing, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands held her ass, massaging her cheeks while his tongue took its time, exploring her mouth. His cock rubbed against her stomach, making her feel just how aroused he was getting.

Pulling away from his lips, he watched her expression. She bit her lip, staring into his dark eyes, her fingers gripping his dick once again. He grunted when she began stroking him softly, her lips kissing under his jaw line…

“Can I put it inside?” She whispered making him hum

“Yeah… Go on then” He approved, leaning back onto the bed, he watched her lift her hips. She gripped his cock aligning it with her entrance, but she felt shy when she caught him staring at her face

“D-Don’t look… It’s embarrassing…” She blushed but he smirked, his hands resting behind his head, watching her in amusement.

“Need help?” He asked but she shook her head,

“N-No… I can do it”

Taking hold of his cock again, she rubbed it along her wet folds. They both grunted when she pushed the tip between her folds. She pushed herself down his cock, biting her lip hard but he reached for her lips, pushing his thumb between her lips

“Don’t want you to hurt your pretty lips…” He mumbled, watching her face twist in pleasure when she fit his entire cock inside of her, making him moan.

“You’re doing so well… Fuck–Keep going” He groaned… Her hands braced themselves on his chest, rolling and gyrating her hips in need. She mewled out his name, feeling her walls accommodate his throbbing shaft. Rubbing his thumb against her tongue one last time, he pulled away only to place his thumb on her clit, rubbing it in wet circles

“Hah!Omi, baby~” She hummed a moan, riding him more intensely. His breathing became laboured, despite teasing her so badly earlier, he was indirectly teasing himself. It was torture pretending to watch the movie. He didn’t even give a shit about it, he had no idea what he was watching. He was so turned on from her moans that all he wanted was to fuck her but making her desperate with need was his top priority because she fucked him so well after.

He raised a brow,

“Baby? That’s new…” He grinned, flicking her clit with the pad of his thumb, making her squeal. He grunted when her pussy squeezed his cock…

“Say it again” He smirked, watching her bounce on top of him. She mewled, repeating her nickname for him again, sounding adorable… Pushing himself up, he was facing her, looking at her lewd expression before he held her knees, wrapping her legs around his back. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he held her ass, standing on his knees.

Her head tilted back and she moaned when he bounced her over his cock, repeatedly, listening to the lewd sounds of their skin slapping against one another.

“I-It feels so good” She whined, and he grunted, nipping her shoulder

“Your pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight… Relax” He groaned but she whimpered, trying to grind against him

“I cant…” She panted, “Baby, I’m s-so close…” She barely managed to stutter. He was close too, thrusting himself into her harder and faster. The hair on the back of his neck stood up when he heard her moan in his ear… Cursing, he turned them over, her body pressing against the mattress, pinned by his own.

Tightening her legs against his waist, he loosened the grip of her hands on his neck, pressing them both into the mattress above her head,

“Hah– Hah– Ngh… Kiyoomi” She mewled, feeling the heat from his body against hers. He rolled his hips, rutting into her making her mind go in a haze. She felt her pulsating pussy clamp and massaging his cock, and he groaned…

“Fucking love this pussy…” He groaned, his hands gripping her knees, bending them. Thrusting so hard, she began seeing stars and she moaned loud, feeling herself cum. She kept chanting his name, the highs turning into whimpers, sending him over edge. Grinding his entire cock inside her, he leaned back and she panted, placing a hand on her abdomen, feeling his sloppy stuttered thrusts.

“You can cum inside me…” She panted. Sakusa bit his lip, feeling her juices glide down his balls. He could feel the sticky mess from where their bodies connected but he kept going… It only took a few moments because he pushed all the way back inside, moaning when he came, filling her up… She mewled, when he slumped over her for a moment before rolling to his side. She sighed when he cock pulled out, letting his essence pour from between her folds.

They were both quiet, trying to catch their breath but she managed to look at his face, smiling

“I love the holidays” She muttered making him chuckle,

“Same…”

After they both recovered, they cleaned up and took a relaxing bath and had dinner, before finding themselves back on the sofa, now actually watching a proper movie …

“Kiyoomi, maybe we should try going on an actual date now?” Kaiya muttered, focusing on applying the nail polish she had, perfectly on her feet. He glanced at her seated form on the floor, before clearing his throat.

“Where do you want to go?” He asked and she shrugged,

“Anywhere…”

He raised a brow, “Isnt that helpful?”

Kaiya laughed and he stood up, going to him gym bag by the entrance. She wasn’t so bothered but he returned a few moments later, showing her two tickets

“One of my sponsors gave me this after the tournament… I almost forgot about it but I think you’d be interested” He said and she raised a brow, reading the contents

“Oh wow! An exclusive opening to an art show!? Wow, we even have to dress formally! I wonder who the artists are? They haven’t disclosed any information”

Sakusa just hummed, “Yeah… It’s a private viewing next week … Not open to the public which is why I don’t mind going. Are you interested?” He asked and she nodded eagerly,

“Yes! I really want to go!” She beamed and hw read the ticket before clicking his tongue

“Damn… I have to attend a board meeting but I can meet you there directly?” He said and she nodded,

“I’m so excited! But now lets think of a date for tomorrow!”

He felt pleased looking at her face but before he could say a word, her phone began ringing and she sighed, getting up to retrieve it.

“Okasan…” She muttered, answering her phone and he thought nothing of it until he heard her gasp

“Oh no! That’s so upsetting!”

He looked at the pout on her face, before her hand covered her mouth

“No ofcourse I’ll accompany you guys tomorrow!”

He was confused but she shut the phone, sighing

“Bad news…” She muttered, “We cant go out tomorrow…”

Sakusa frowned,

“What happened?” He asked and Kaiya sighed,

“My Aunt passed away, so the entire family’s going for her funeral tomorrow”

“I’m sorry to hear that love… Do you want me to come with?” He asked and she shook her head, making him feel relieved on the inside.

“No, I’ll be gone just for a night, should be back day after tomorrow but theres a problem… Remmu’s on her trip with her boyfriend…”

Sakusa raised a brow, why would she bring her friend up

“So…?” He asked and she gave him a sheepish look

“…I have no one to look after Chewy…”

There was a silence between them and she watched his brows furrow…

‘Fuck’

Was all Sakusa could think of at that moment…

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Sakusa Kiyoomi, second year

you would not believe how many sakuatsu fics i’ve read over quarantine. it is unreasonable. like it’s in the 100s. where did my time go, you ask? this. this is where. i have all-consuming sakuatsu brainrot. no excuses, only lots of fic recommendations. 

once again, all fics are from ao3. also, if you know the author’s blog, feel free to link it / tag them. also because my summaries are more like reviews, remember to check the tags!

fic rec masterlist

alright lads, here we go (again)!

i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands)by liliapocolypse

touch is stressful for omi. touch is comforting for tsumu. writing letters and messages is soothing. until one day it’s everything. i like this one a lot. short n sweet. 

Stick With You by lettersinpetals

a classic, you say? absolutely. slow burn, you ask? of course. omi n tsumu are stuck on an island in the pandemic. what emotions will happen. it’s long but very worth the read. 

Pas De Deux by hatsuna 

i have. no words. except: it’s wonderful. omi as a dancer? chef’s kiss. the whole thing just makes sense and fits perfectly. good sakuatsu fic for the soul. honestly, one of my favourites, i’ve reread it so many times. 

i look for you when i’m lost (so i don’t go insane) by martialartist816

shared quarantine quarters ft. sakusa’s sexuality crisis. is it a bromance or are they taking the bro part out. heh.

Dynamics of the Heart by TwilaFrost

first off, it’s an a/b/o fic, so expect the gratuitous a/b/o tropes. second off, it’s really good. third off, atsumu has medical problems. even if you’re not an omgeaverse fan it’s pretty good. and gives shockingly detailed descriptions of the hormone and anatomy bits? like it wasn’t what i came for but it was appreciated. good read.

but we’re not, like, in love by goshkiki

did someone say denial and emotional constipation? omi did. that’s it, that’s the fic. they are so fucking stupid i love them. 

Play Among the Stars by buttonstuck

have you heard of this one yet? yeah probably. it’s really fucking good though. like so good. mmmmm i love me a fic with a good soundtrack and fanart. slow burn: check. tsumu’s an idiot: check. omi is emotionally constipated: check. well-planned au: check. 

The Story of Usby thesweetestnerd

hurt/comfort to the max, baby. tsumu’s spent the last year loving omi in secret. when an accident takes away omi’s memories, atsumu’s left holding the pieces of something no one knows about. i’m not gonna spoil the ending. did i cry? maybe. you’ll never know.

the 28 postcards you left me by wheelspokes

post-break up fic and angst with a happy ending. you can have the best of both worlds. animal crossing letters have never sounded better.

Unapologetic Favoritism by Hey_MK

fluff. just fluff. miya is a good s.o. sakusa is touch starved. now kiss!

this has been the second instalment of my fic recs for the dearest sakuatsu. a long time coming! tbh there’ll probably be another one. do with this what you will! happy reading dears. 

p.s.: i still do take requests if someone wants a specific trope or something. don’t be shy!

part III - do girls poop?

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That afternoon the whole crew went out with baby Aki to buy basic baby necessities such as a crib, toys, diapers, food and infant-friendly soap.

In addition to that, it was also decided that she will stay in Bokuto’s and Hinata’s shared room since the two seemed to get along with the baby the most.

But her cries at four forty in the morning causes Bokuto to rethink the entire situation.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers in vail.

Hinata also wakes up, yawning: “is she hungry?”

“No, we fed her already.”

“Maybe she needs to burp?”

“Don’t think so.”

Then it hits them. The two make eye contact with each other.

“No way,” they say at the same time.

Bokuto slowly lifts Aki’s butt to his nose and inhales.

He cringes at the smell.

“Yes way.”

⧏⧐

“Did you grab the diaper?” Bokuto whisper-shouts at Hinata in the bathing room, where they set up the changing station.

“Yes! And here are the wipes,” Hinata runs with the necessities in his arms.

Aki is laying on the changing station, still with a dirty diaper but fortunately she isn’t crying as violently as she was before. But the whimpers and sniffles here and there seem to break out into another crying spree any minute.

“Here,” Hinata says, handing Bokuto a face mask, “I took them from Sakusa.”

They both put on their masks and rubber gloves before getting to work.

“Where is the…,” Boktuo mumbles.

“The strap is here,” Hinata points, holding onto the velcro that keeps the diaper in one piece.

He looks Bokuto into his eyes: “are you ready?”

Hinata takes his shaking head as a yes.

⧏⧐

After who knows how many minutes of gagging and cringing, Aki is clean and happy in a new diaper while Bokuto and Hinata celebrate their victory.

“We did it!” they shout, high-fiving each other with their elbows instead of their poop stained gloves.

“What’s all the commotion abou-,” Atsumu stops once he sees the scene in the bathroom. Bokuto and Hinata wearing white surgical masks and blue gloves, a tons of diapers on the floor after many failed attempts and baby powder everywhere.

Atsumu tiptoes his way to Aki without a word, picks her up and puts her back into her crib.

“Please clean this mess before Sakusa wakes up,” he says, walking into the kitchen.

The two exchange heavy sighs as they put all the diapers in the trash back and cleaning themselves up.

⧏⧐

After finishing the mess in the bathroom, they flop back onto their beds.

“We changed a diaper,” Bokuto whispers.

Before Hinata falls asleep, he asks: “how do even girls poop?”

Bokuto looks at him and raises an eyebrow: “The same we do?”

“So they just…,” Hinata trails off, “…do it?”

Bokuto nods: “Probably.”

Soon after, the two are sleeping…

Only to be woken up ten minutes later.

“What the hell?” Bokuto groans.

“Five more minutes please,” Hinata moans.

Bokuto stops the alarm: “How long did it take for us to change her diaper?”

“A good hour and a half. Breakfast is ready,” Atsumu says, walking into their room to pick up baby Aki.

“Bah!”, she shouts, smiling at the setter as she stretches her little arms out to him.

“Good morning, Aki,” Atsumu smiles back.

TRAITOR   ࿔ 25 RXPOSED

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sakusa had a new girlfriend exactly 3 hours 10 minutes and 55 seconds after you broke up. he moved on so quickly it’s hard to believe that he ever loved you, or that he wasn’t cheating thought your whole relationship. you heavily believed that he was, so you set out to make his life a living hell.

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