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.

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.

sakusa + thigh riding

nsfw, he calls u filthy !

“god you’re so filthy” he grumbled, as you were rubbing yourself off on his thigh. you gasped as he flexed his thigh muscle. you started trembling and going harder on his thigh, as you were chasing your high. “sakusa” you cried out while he put his hands on your hips and started going harder for you and flexing his thigh again. “cum for me.” sakusa rasped out. you arched your back, as your eyes rolled back and came onto his thigh. you collapsed on him and he started lazily patting the back of your head. “you got me all dirty.” sakusa whispered in your ear, “how are you gonna make up for it?”.

what i want, part three

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…

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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.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: implied alcohol use, timeskip 

Word Count: 0.8k

Requested:@milktyama​ 

Summary: Kiyoomi didn’t want you anymore… right?

A/N:you said hurt you with the angst so I did my best. hope you like rin, mwah

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Sakusa stared up at the ceiling.

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.”

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes and turned away from you.

The door shut.

He was alone.

I got nobody else

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