Unrequited love with Sakusa Kiyoomi -366 words of angst
Sakusa Kiyoomi understands the function of a human heart. He has a very clinical appreciation for it - the most important muscle in the body, pumping blood through the roadways of the body to deliver oxygen and nutrients and clear waste. That, he understands.
What he does not understand is why his heart constricts with pain every time youturn up to pick Miya Atsumu for practice. Why his atriums threaten to collapse, when you greet him with a bright smile and a chirped ‘Kiyoomi’, why his ventricles threaten to crumble when you turn away to greet your boyfriend with a hug and a tender kiss.
It’s silly. It’s awful. He doesn’t quite understand it.
Perhaps it’s because he listens to Atsumu boast about you all the time in the locker room. About how kind and understanding you are about his busy schedule, how caring you are to make sure the fridge is stocked with healthy meals for him to eat. About the dates you both go on, searching out old fashioned diners and cosy bakeries, running around furniture shops like children envisioning the home you’d like to build together one day.
It doesn’t help that you are one of the few people who respect his space yet show that they’re interested in him, dull, quiet, snappy Sakusa Kiyoomi.
But you’re in a happy relationship, and he would never disrespect that, so he just looks away and tries not to grimace when you look at Miya Atsumu as if he’s hung the stars in the sky.
“Kiyoomi?”
You call out to him, explaining that you heard from Atsumu that his favourite food is umeboshi which you just happened to have on hand, so you made him a bento box of his own.
“Thank you”, he shakily replies as you skip away hand in hand with Atsumu.
He opens the box. Perfectly cooked rice, umeboshi tucked into the very centre, surrounded by a generous helping of karaage and tamagoyaki with a side of cucumber and wakame salad. There’s a cheery note tucked into the box, wishing him gambatte!
Muscles falter. Blood vessels collapse into themselves.
He should look into replacing his heart. It seems to be failing him.
a/n:yall really like hurting omi huh. poor darling.
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.
after breaking up with them because they’re too busy….part 2
featuring : daichi, sakusa, matsukawa, oikawa
includes : angst
notes : made this at 1 am bcs angst puts me to sleep (?) and im also gonna clear my drafts tomorrow let’s hope so reblogs are appreciated!!
daichi starts to miss his meals. he keeps being reminded of how you would come during his lunch hours with his forgotten lunch at home and how he always waves you off to do more work. he’s reminded of the number of times he’s stood you up for dinner and leaves before breakfast even comes around the next day. he’s reminded of how hurt you looked when he pushes you away, until you eventually do go away.
sakusa starts to drink. the thought of the arguments he’s had with you starts to fill his mind after you left and he can’t seem to stop thinking those— so he tries to forget. he tries to forget the unbearable pain he feels when he remembers the horrible things he’s said about you being needy, clingy and ruining his schedule. he tries to forget the hurt on your face the more he talked, tries to forget how done you were with him and tries to forget how you threw your engagement ring right at his face the night you left and never came back again.
matsukawastarts to drive around your neighbourhood. he’s not obsessive or anything— its just become a habit the time you’ve been together. he thinks if he drives down your doorstep, you’ll come running down and make up like you always do. that doesn’t happen though. he thinks you need time, but days turn into weeks until he realizes you’re not even looking for him anymore and that you were serious about breaking up. what hurts the most is when he finally sees your silhouette at the balcony, you’re already with someone new.
oikawa starts to miss your notifications. if he could take back one thing, it would be calling your presence a nuisance. he wished he could’ve seen that you checking up on him when he hasn’t come home was you caring for him. that when you called him up to ask what he was doing, it was you trying to spend more time with him and when you brought up how he was neglecting you, it was a way to tell him how you were feeling and trying to communicate with him. he hates when his phone rings, he’s hoping it’s you. hoping it’s one of your texts reminding him to have a good day, or telling him about what you did today. he hates that there’s not even one notification from you now and he hates how empty he feels without you.
gn reader | arranged marriage au | angst to fluff | warnings: divorce mention, alcohol, abusive parents, arguing
your marriage to kiyoomi was not what you imagined it would be. he hated you and you didn’t know why. with your hopes of a happy marriage dashed, you decided to leave him after just one year. the divorce papers were drawn and your bags were packed, but what he reveals makes you reconsider.
part one|part two | wc: 3.6k | gn reader | arranged marriage au | fluff & angst | warnings:physical/emotional abuse from parents, manipulation, intoxication.
it was almost startling how much things had changed since that confrontation three months ago. you truly meant it when you said it would be a fresh start and kiyoomi was grateful. he did his best, albeit awkwardly, to make amends for how he treated you in the past.
‘platonic marriage’ or rather, being friends with you wasn’t difficult at all, it came almost as effortlessly to him as playing volleyball. though it quickly became clear that he knew almost nothing about you, once you told him something he made sure to never forget it.
it wasn’t enough for you to not hate him, kiyoomi wanted you to like him for who he was. he had always wondered what that felt like.
kiyoomi wasn’t sure when exactly he started considering the penthouse to be home. he used to think of it as a prison, yet before he knew it, he found himself looking forward to returning to whatever you were making for dinner and the questionable music you were blasting on the speakers. he’d tell you all about his day and you did the same. he didn’t rush off to practice first thing in the morning anymore. instead, kiyoomi made breakfast for you both.
you’d tell him his green smoothies were disgusting and he’d tell you to stop drinking coffee, but he still made sure that a cup was ready for you— exactly how you like it— before he went for a run. there were many moments like that, where kiyoomi caught himself forgetting all about your circumstances. it was nice. being with you was nice, he thought.
and he wasn’t sure what came over him three weeks ago when he’d called your mother and asked her to send your belongings from your old apartment to the penthouse. your mother had been pleasantly surprised and agreed happily, even keeping him on the phone for another 45 minutes to chat. he didn’t even speak to his own parents for that long, not about anything good. he thought that was nice too.
“what’s all this?” you stared down at the boxes when they arrived.
kiyoomi rubbed the back of his neck. “well, i asked your mom to send the stuff from your old place.”
you blinked at him, clearly surprised.
“kiyoomi… i- that’s so nice of you. thank you,” you murmured.
“you live here too so… ugh it’s really not a big deal. just don’t make a mess when you put it all away, y/n.”
he had been so flustered that he walked away, completely missing the fond look on your face. why had he been embarrassed after simply doing a friendly gesture? it was the fair thing to do after all. it wasn’t like he wondered what it would be like to be surrounded by your things. or what they would look like next to his own.
“was that y/n in the stands?” atsumu, his teammate, jogged up beside him on their way to the locker room. “didn’t think i’d ever see them again.”
“i’m surprised you had time to look in the stands at all with how much you were running your mouth at our opponents,” kiyoomi replied.
“well actually~ i only noticed because i saw how you kept looking at them all night.”
kiyoomi let out a disinterested hum, ending the conversation before atsumu could pry any further. despite the teams overwhelming victory that night, kiyoomi had been on edge. just knowing that you were there had him feeling nervous on the court for the first time in years. he thought he had been more subtle about it.
kiyoomi had never been one to talk about his private affairs. all the team knew was that he had gotten married and he refused to say any more about it. they had all seen you only once before over a year ago when you attended a game with his siblings but kiyoomi didn’t introduce you. the team hadn’t even been invited to the wedding. back then, the whole arrangement only made kiyoomi resentful and he refused to talk about you, desperately wanting to keep his volleyball life separate. even though things between you two were better, he never bothered explaining it to anyone, sparing himself the headache from their endless questions.
would there even be any point in telling them? neither you nor kiyoomi knew where things would eventually lead. he still wasn’t sure about your reason for staying. did you plan on only staying for the remainder of his career? you could have left him and moved on with your life but you stayed because you probably felt sorry for him. surely you’d get tired of it eventually, right? the thought of you deciding to leave made his stomach sink. not that he would have any right to be upset if you did.
you deserved better, but he hoped you didn’t care anyway.
kiyoomi took longer than usual in the showers, trying to alleviate his nerves. the night wasn’t over for him yet, unfortunately. when he finally emerged from the locker room, he spotted you among the families and friends of the team. but much to his dismay, you were in the midst of a conversation with atsumu, who seemed to be getting a little too familiar with you.
“omi-omi!” atsumu noticed him approaching.
kiyoomi frowned as he came to a stop in front of you both.
“i was introducing myself properly to y/n. we hadn’t officially met yet thanks to someone… i was just saying how i’ve heard so much about them!”
“you haven’t,” kiyoomi’s eyes narrowed at the arm atsumu had draped around your shoulders.
atsumu grinned down at you and pointed to his teammate. “see what i have to deal with, y/n? i can never catch a break.”
"why do i get the feeling that it’s the opposite?” you joked.
something bitter swelled in kiyoomi’s throat as he watched your exchange. not that long ago, he wouldn’t have cared less about who touched you. but now, it felt strange… and wrong.
the setter reared back, feigning hurt at your words. "so that’s how it is, huh? omi, what did you tell them about me?”
“only the truth.” kiyoomi grunted before turning to you. “we have to do some interviews but it shouldn’t take long. will you be alright here?”
“yeah, i’ll be fine.” you smiled up at him. “and great job out there tonight, kiyoomi.”
a blush threatened to crawl up his neck. he would blame it on his exhaustion if you noticed. “thank you.”
now beside him, atsumu let out an exaggerated sigh. “what about me, y/n? those were my amazing sets after all.”
you playfully rolled your eyes. “i guess you were amazing out there too, miya.”
kiyoomi’s jaw ticked. amazing? seriously?
“ah, don’t be so formal! call me atsu—”
“let’s go.” kiyoomi interjected, his tone sharper than necessary.
you waved them off. “i’ll see you in a bit!”
as the two players made their way down the corridor, atsumu noticed kiyoomi’s slightly reddened face. a devilish grin spread across his lips before he nudged his grumpy teammate and turned back to you.
“y/n! make sure you come to lots of games so omi-omi can do his best for you!”
the post-victory high kiyoomi felt slowly drained from his body as he pulled into the parking lot of an extravagant restaurant. after months of excuses, he couldn’t avoid it any longer. that night you both had plans to meet his parents for dinner. unsurprisingly, they had opted not to attend his game earlier.
kiyoomi thought he did a good job of disguising his discomfort, but you quickly sensed his shift in mood. before walking inside, you gently tugged on the sleeve of his coat to bring him to a stop. he looked down at you and was almost taken aback by the concern on your face.
“kiyoomi, are you alright? we can just go home if you’re not up for this tonight.”
in that moment, kiyoomi knew that he never wanted you to leave him. the feelings he had been trying to ignore for months threatened to spill out. he couldn’t put into words how you made him feel. it was almost too much, but he didn’t want to lose it. maybe one day he’d be brave enough to tell you, but how could he after everything? he remembered the divorce papers you had drawn up, tucked away somewhere in the penthouse.
you had seen him at his cruelest, he almost drove you away in tears, and you were about to face the people that had manipulated him into your marriage in the first place. he couldn’t possibly ask any more of you. maybe things would have been different if he had given your marriage a chance, but he couldn’t think about that anymore.
kiyoomi took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, already feeling a little bit better.
“i’m fine. let’s just get this over with.“
you nodded warily.
he was grateful when you didn’t press him further. he was even more grateful when you didn’t ask why he still hadn’t let go of your hand.
it didn’t take long for kiyoomi to regret not taking you up on your offer to go home. things had begun decent enough, with the conversation flowing easily despite the tension. his father said very little as usual, busy checking business emails on his phone and nursing a glass of scotch. kiyoomi knew he should have seen it coming and cursed himself for thinking the night might end without any problems.
it all started while you were telling them about how well he had played earlier. kiyoomi smiled shyly as you recapped some of his plays, trying not to let his pride swell at your words. for a moment, he was so happy he almost forgot where he was, but his mother made sure to remind him.
"so kiyoomi,” she began, shamelessly interrupting you. “how long will you be doing that for?”
there was an awkward drawn-out silence before he replied, “what do you mean?”
“volleyball.” she said as if it were obvious. “your father and i were discussing it a while ago and we were thinking we should start considering your other options.”
kiyoomi visibly tensed at her words. next to him, you were rendered speechless, the shock on your face clear as day. kiyoomi himself wasn’t surprised in the least, but you had never seen this side of his mother before. until then, she had been almost sickeningly sweet to you. but after what kiyoomi had revealed, you were able to recognize that it had all been an act. to her, you were simply a means to an end.
“volleyball is my future, so i’m not sure what you’re getting at.” kiyoomi ground out, trying his best to keep his tone even.
his mother sighed. “be realistic, boy. you’re almost thirty now and most players retire before thirty-five with nothing else to fall back on. sure, you’ve found a little success but then what? a volleyball salary isn’t going to cut it forever. you should put that degree of yours to use sooner than later and do something meaningful with your life like your siblings.”
her every word felt like a weight on kiyoomi’s chest, squeezing the air from his lungs.
“i’ve let you carry on with this far too long. i thought that getting married would set your priorities straight but i see that it hasn’t,” she gave you a quick, disapproving glance. “i’m not asking you to retire today, but i’ll need you to start meeting with your father twice a week to learn the business and then—”
“and then what?”hespat.“i’ll do as you say, and then you’ll just find some other part of my life to manipulate? until i’m good enough?”
as he stared into his mother’s eyes, kiyoomi saw nothing. her face conveyed neither concern nor guilt. she only stared back at him as if he were nothing but a stranger speaking to her about the weather. it didn’t matter what he did, kiyoomi realized. she would never be proud of him for who he was. she would never see him as her son who worked hard his whole life to achieve his dreams. try as he might, kiyoomi couldn’t allow himself to ignore the reality of the situation any longer. to her, he was still a mistake that needed to be corrected.
“i know you never wanted me. so just do us both a favor and forget that i exist.”
for over an hour, you drove up and down every street surrounding the restaurant searching for kiyoomi before deciding to return to the penthouse. it was your last hope since you had no way of reaching him. in his rush to leave, kiyoomi had left behind his jacket containing his phone and car keys. you were so worried that you even called his cousin, komori, and begged him to tell you if he heard from kiyoomi.
you didn’t mean to cry, but the adrenaline from your outrage had worn off and you didn’t know what to do. you regretted not immediately going after him. instead, back at the restaurant, your feet had been planted in front of the table as you glowered at his mother.
“what is wrong with you? he’s your son!”
unaffected by your words, she raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“darling, don’t overstep.”
you were losing your composure.“you have no right to—”
“oh! i see what this is. have you deluded yourself into thinking he’d love you? you poor thing. the reality is that kiyoomi has always been a selfish little boy. as long as he can play that little game- he’ll use you until he has nothing left to gain from it.”
her words stung but you refused to give her the reaction she wanted.
“you should be more appreciative. i put you where you are, you would do well to remember that, y/n.”
not giving yourself a chance to reconsider, you swiftly lifted a wine glass off the table and threw its contents in her face.
under different circumstances, the way her expression became deadly in a mere second might have chilled you to the bone.
“you’re a pathetic excuse for a mother. i almost feel sorry for you.”
her tirade of insults sounded throughout the restaurant as you made your exit. you didn’t bother to listen, the only thing on your mind was getting to kiyoomi.
when you finally arrived back home, you were relieved to find his oxfords carelessly discarded in the entryway.
“kiyoomi?”
after no response, you began making your way through each room, cursing how needlessly big the penthouse was. when he wasn’t in the kitchen, master bedroom, or even his training room, you started to panic. had he gone back out before you arrived? as you raced back toward the elevator, you noticed a light down the hall. there was only one other room you hadn’t checked.
after clearing the air months ago, you moved into the guest room, feeling slightly awkward about continuing to share a room with kiyoomi. he was hesitant about your decision and insisted that you take the larger room but you refused. if you were being honest, a large part of you didn’t want to stay in that room because it would only remind you of what never was. you needed the distance.
to your surprise, kiyoomi was splayed across your bed on his back, polishing off a bottle of liquor you suspected was from your old stash. he looked a mess. his previously styled hair was in disarray, shirt untucked from his slacks, and his tie almost completely undone around his neck.
you let out a sigh of relief. “thank god you’re okay,”
he said nothing as you made your way inside and sat down. his eyes remained fixated on the ceiling.
“you know, i think we should consider getting a smaller place.” you tried to joke.
kiyoomi looked over at you then, his eyes softening briefly before he turned away again.
“i’m sorry for leaving you at the restaurant,” he said slowly.
“it’s okay. i was really worried about you.”
“i didn’t mean to… what happened was—”
“you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” you stopped him as he struggled with his words.
there was so much you wanted to ask him. why was his mother so cold to him? what did he mean when he said that she didn’t want him? and what would she do now that he didn’t want anything to do with her? did he mean what he said? but it wasn’t the time for any of that. you were just glad he was home.
neither of you said anything for a long time but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable like it used to be. it was almost peaceful. as if both of you understood that proximity was enough. you wondered if it would remain that way for the rest of the night before kiyoomi spoke again.
“my mother… she used to always tell me that i was lucky to even be born. my parents didn’t want any more kids but then i came along. i was nothing like my siblings. i tried to be for a long time. but when i decided that i wanted to pursue volleyball, everything got worse. i told my mother and she slapped me right across the face. it was like i had betrayed them. they were so angry at me and i couldn’t understand why. i loved volleyball instead of what they chose for me. was that so bad? for them to do all this? to hate me?
"i thought that i had finally convinced them that they could be proud of me when i went pro but of course they weren’t.” he chuckled bitterly. “when i got silver at the olympics, it was like that was the last straw for them. they married me off and put me in this penthouse so i could at least keep up the appearance of a responsible and successful son. what a joke.”
horrified at his words, you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying. you knew the last thing kiyoomi wanted was for you to feel sorry for him. but you didn’t feel sorry for him, you loved him. you loved him and hated everything he had gone through with his family.
though you tried to get rid of any lingering feelings for him over the past few months, they only returned a little more every day. with each meal you shared and every little moment together, it was easy to forget it all. but you were only there to help him now, nothing more. you knew he didn’t want more and it was painful. some days the reality of your situation hurt so much you wondered if you should have left after all… but you knew that you would have regretted that even more.
noticing your watery eyes, kiyoomi sat up. “hey, what’s wrong?”
“nothing, i’m fine,” you squeezed your eyes shut, accidentally letting a few tears escape. “shit. sorry. i’m just—”
your eyes shot open when you felt two large hands on either side of your face. kiyoomi was looking back at you with glazed, almost pained eyes. “i wish you didn’t have to see that. don’t cry for me or my family. it’s not worth it, y/n.”
“you are though.” you held his gaze even as more tears fell. “we’re in this together remember? i’m glad i was there with you. and i’m glad you can talk to me about it. i don’t want you to have to keep it all in all the time. i care about you… so much.”
kiyoomi’s eyes seemed to intensify and he opened his mouth to speak but closed it just as fast. suddenly, his face was inching closer to yours. you froze. was he going to…?
your panic quickly subsided when kiyoomi’s hands fell from your face and his body slumped against yours, his face landing right against your chest.
“k-kiyoomi?” you spluttered, quickly gripping his shoulders to keep him from completely falling onto you.
he groaned but still didn’t move. “fuck, my head…sorry…i’m slightly more inebriated than i thought.”
you exhaled slowly, unsure if you were more relieved or disappointed. but you were glad you hadn’t said too much at least. when kiyoomi started feeling heavier, you carefully slid off the bed and helped him lay down properly.
“alright stay here, drunky, i’ll be right back. and don’t fall asleep.”
you returned from the kitchen a moment later and made him drink an entire bottle of water. “lay on your side in case you puke later.”
“i never puke, that’s gross.” he giggled. the liquor had clearly caught up with him by then. you briefly wished you were devious enough to record him in his current state.
kiyoomi was softly snoring almost immediately after his head met your pillows. you couldn’t help but smile down at him and before you could stop yourself, your hand made its way to his face, softly wiping at the dried tear stains on his cheek. he had been crying before you found him.
“it’ll all be okay, kiyoomi. i promise.” your fingers were in his hair now, gently carding through his curls.
“…imnahgonna…”you froze when he began to stir, but he remained asleep, even letting out a content sigh when you resumed.
after twenty minutes, you were sure he was out for the night and wouldn’t need any more help. carefully, you draped a blanket over him and got up to exit the room.
as you opened the door, kiyoomi began mumbling again but his words came out clearer.
“…i know i’m not good enough…” he slurred. “…but i don’t want them to leave me…”
confused at his words, you paused. you wondered if he was referring to his parents.
“who?”
“y….y/n…”
he was talking about you? leaving?
“kiyoomi, i don’t understand,” you said softly. “do you need more wat-”
“…i know it’s too late…
but i love them…”
A/N: uhh this wasn’t supposed to be over 3k words and i have no self-control i’m sorry (;﹏;) but i didn’t take two months to finish a part this time!! i really struggled with this part though because i wanted to include how y/n and kiyoomi adapted to their new arrangement, kiyoomi’s complicated feelings for y/n, introduce his parents, and set them up for the ending without rushing everything. i already have a bonus chapter in my drafts and part four isn’t even started yet yikes…
a/n: sakusa angst. idk what this is. no beta we die like MEN. random author updates though my pronouns are they/them! i dont really have too many tumblr moots anymore but thats necessary info. inspo from i hope your husband dies by amigo the devil
warnings: yandere behavior
genre: unrequited love, letter format
word count: 683
enjoy??
Sakusa Kiyoomi,
It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Seems like just yesterday I was sitting on your bedroom floor, wishing I could buck up the courage to tell you how long I liked you. How infatuated I was with you. I can’t help but think about how different my life would have been if I never told you.
You made my life better, Kiyo. in every way. You managed to teach me what love was, even through that prickly exterior you have. You were way warmer than anyone could believe, and being able to climb your walls is one of my biggest achievements. With that, though, comes the regret. I regret letting you rebuild those walls again.
I’ve never felt as whole as I did when I was with you. The memories of comfort and contentment while we listened to something dripping with rich, gold tones are so very vivid. Every second I spent with you feels more intense than memories of yesterday. It’s funny, actually, the impact you had on me.
The time I spent with you is one I’ll never forget, even though it was years ago. We may have just been dumb teenagers, but that doesn’t make our love any less important. That doesn’t make us any less real. Our Saturday nights spent wandering that damn park. Our times sneaking around Tokyo, breathing in the streetlights like they were the only real thing on the planet. Our moments of peace; small nose kisses, facemasks at midnight, interlocking our arms like a black and white photo. Oh how I wish they never ended.
With as much pain as swims through your veins, I’m glad you let people squirm their ways into your life. I’m glad those built-up walls aren’t as high as they used to be–I like to think I had some sort of help in that.
I’m glad you’re still going headlong into the things you love; it makes me happy to no end to watch you play volleyball. Once, I used knowing you as a reason to meet that Hinata Shoyo, but I’m sure you’ve heard that story. You’re really incredible, Kiyoomi. There’s never been a moment where I wasn’t in awe of you, even today. Watching that flick of your wrist will always send a shy smile to my face.
Everything I do now, and everything I’ve always done, has been for you. It’s completely selfish, I know, but all this time I’ve been waiting for your return to me. There’s something enthralling about how you’ve always been, and I don’t think I had enough all those years ago. No matter how different our paths are, I still think we can do it. Besides, it was you who made it abundantly clear you couldn’t fall for someone too similar to you. Volleyball is so much of your life, seems strange that you’d go for someone on the same side of the court.
I heard, somewhere, that you were recently married, and I’m writing to tell you how happy I am about that. You truly deserve the world, it’s just mildly surprising that your world is the same guy you loathed in highschool. Funny how times change. Maybe I’m still living in the past, but I can’t help but wonder how this even happened? You always had so many choice words about him; it feels a little off to see you two kiss on the court after a big win.
So, I suppose, this is the end. I’ll be blunt, as you always said you liked that about me: Sakusa Kiyoomi, I hope your husband dies. I cannot imagine a world without you, and I really hope he fucks up. I know you never will. You’re perfect, my sweet Yoomi, and seeing you with that trainwreck of a man… well it feels like I’ve truly lost.
You said yourself that I was yours. You said it so many times, I can still hear it ringing in my ears. I’m still yours; I’ll do everything I can for you to be mine too.
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…
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.
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.
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.
He was laying in bed, trying to sleep, but he just couldn’t. He didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t stop thinking about you. What he had said to you all those days ago.
When he told you to leave.
All my friends are drunk again / And I’m stumblin’ back to bed all by myself / Don’t need nobody else
“Omi, I want to talk.”
“What?” He had just got home, just got into the door and you were already up his ass.
“Can you please just listen?” You begged, stepping in front of him to stop him from walking away.
“Fine,” he glared down at you. “What.”
“You’re working yourself too hard, I am worried about you.”
“What I do is none of your business,” he seethed and pushed past you into the apartment you shared.
“Yes it is, I love you, and I am worried about you. You stay out all night practicing, you’re going to get yourself hurt. Have you ever stopped to think-”
“Have you ever stopped to think about how annoying your whining is?” Kiyoomi whirled on you, spitting the words like venom in your face.
“Omi, I’m just worried about you-”
“Yeah, well maybe you shouldn’t.”
You bit your lip. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying you should stay the fuck out of my buisness.”
“I can’t do that as long as I am with you.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t be.”
All my friends are drunk again / And I’m stumblin’ back to bed all by myself / Don’t need nobody else
The memory kept replaying over and over in his mind. He was stressed from practice, they had been on a losing streak and the whole team had been restless. Putting in more practice. Sleeping less. Their coach had warned them against it, but it was a moot point. They all breathed volleyball. So when it wasn’t going good, they weren’t going good.
He had been meaning to break up with you.
You had been harassing him for a while. It was about time he cut you loose. He just couldn’t stand your nagging, your worry, all of your pointless emotions. He wanted you gone. It was easier with you gone.
So why couldn’t he sleep?
I never have thought / When you’re gone / I’d find it hard to carry on
He was waiting. Alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t stand it.
If it could help him sleep at night, then it could get him through this… right?
He didn’t allow himself to think. He just grabbed the bottle and downed its contents.
And then it came.
The knock on the door.
On autopilot he got up and stumbled to the door. He opened it and couldn’t help the leap in his chest when he saw you. You were there, with one of your friends.
A guy.
Kiyoomi scowled.
“Sorry, I’ll be quick grabbing my stuff,” you said, and edge to your voice. It was a sarcastic apology, not a true one, and Kiyoomi knew that.
“I’ss fine,” Kiyoomi partially slurred. He stepped aside to let you in, but you hesitated. You raised an eyebrow at him asking a silent question. He didn’t want to answer.
You sighed and entered the apartment, your friend trailing behind you. Kiyoomi busied himself in the kitchen and pretended not to hear the man with you, slipping into a daydream.
And it’s probably ‘cause / I fell in love way back then / And I think about us when
You were asleep.
You two had been working on a project for school when you asked to lay down for just a minute. Well, a minute had turned into thirty into an hour. Kiyoomi was leaning up against his bed, your head in his lap, doing his best to keep still.
But as the time ticked on he started to worry about you walking home too late. So he attempted to wake you up.
He shook your shoulder gently and you looked up with bleary eyes. You smiled at him and Kiyoomi’s heart stopped. You said something, but Kiyoomi couldn’t make it out over the rushing in his head.
He loved you.
I think about us when / All my friends are drunk again / And I’m stumblin’ back to bed all by myself
“Do you want to talk?” Your soft voice stirred Kiyoomi from his thoughts. He looked over at you. You were alone.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” He spat without thinking.
You frowned. “He’s not… whatever. He’s at the car. We’re alone, so you can talk to me.”
“What about?”
“Omi…”
“Don’t call me that,” Kiyoomi snarled reflexively, taking a step towards you. You stood your ground though, not moving an inch.
“I am worried about you.”
“When will you stop? I am fine, okay? I don’t need you or anyone else worrying about me.”
You bit your lip. You thought for a second.
“Fine, I’ll go. Text me if you need me. I’m still here for you.”
#Includes:Whoever you wish, no character descriptors.
#Description: Period piece. Prince ML x Maid FL
His dull eyes make brief contact with yours before quickly directing his gaze elsewhere. Despite the large audience in front of him, his eyes naturally find you in the crowd, so used to picking you apart from everyone else despite you blending in with the lower society. The fact sends a painful stab to your heart, and it is yet another reminder of why his hands are clasped in those of another. While you adorn nothing more than old, dull, dark garms that the rest of the Castle staff wear, he stands tall and bright with heavy velvet and silk encasing his form and a crown that sits proudly upon his head, it being furnished with jewels and diamonds that cost more than your life.
