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[kysoomi]

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[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

your boyfriend was ignoring you.

truthfully, you had no idea why. you two were just cuddling the night before, his body clinging to yours almost desperately as sleepy, soft mumbles about how pretty you looked in his hoodie, how horribly he needed you, how you were the one for him, how he was so in love with you that it drove him insane, and other painfully cheesy words escaped his soft lips, eventually replaced by soft snores he would deny echoed.

now, he was ignoring you.

his eyes were narrowed, staring at you across the room, yet he refused to talk to you. he made a very clear point of huffing and dramatically turning around whenever you spoke, and you tried not to snicker at how pouty the ‘scary, emotionless’ sakusa kiyoomi was acting.

you mentally noted how atsumu would pay millions for a video of this.

his behavior continued throughout the day. it would have been frustrating for you, except you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that this was probably because of something petty, and you loved him enough to endure this.

so, you tried once more to coax him into confessing his troubles.

you slumped beside him casually, and he immediately scoffed as if in offense, scooting away dramatically. your lips twitched up, but you tried to keep a straight face, sighing loudly. “ah, it’s so cold in here. i wish i had a pretty, strong boyfriend to warm me up.”

his eyes narrowed further, jaw clenching, shoulders tensing. despite what everyone else believed, kiyoomi was clingy, and you knew he was fighting the urge to tackle you.

“so, so cold.” you sighed even louder, leaning back comfortably, arms open. “if only my lovely boyfriend, the love of my life, would stop pouting and come to my arms—“

that seemed to break him, because his eye twitched as he cut you off with a loud, dramatic scoff, turning away. “tell that to your other boyfriend!”

at that, you blinked. it took you a second, two, before you stared at him, truly flabbergasted. “my… what?”

“your other boyfriend!” he snapped, turning to fully face you. he looked so distressed, so distraught, that you almost wondered if you really had another boyfriend. “the one you’re cheating on me with! you left me for him, and had the audacity to say you don’t love me anymore!”

“…sweetheart, what?” you questioned, astonished. the pure confusion on your face only seemed to annoy him further, and he groaned loudly. “the only other boyfriends i have is your other personalities, baby—“

“don’t baby me! you were all over him in my dream, kissing him on his yacht and you even made sure to—“ he cut himself off when you immediately burst out laughing, scowling at you. “stop it!”

the idea of your stoic, cold, serious boyfriend pouting and sulking, genuinely distressed because he had a dream you cheated on him, was unfortunately too funny for you.

however, unfortunately to you as well, he didn’t seem as amused. his frown only deepened as you fell off the couch from laughing, forehead scrunching up in pure frustration.

when you managed to finally stop giggling, he was staring at you with the most ultimate betrayal. you gave him a grin, climbing beside him again, pulling him into a hug. you could feel him relax, despite how his dramatic pout deepened.

“you’re so dramatic, sweetheart. you know that?”

“…’m not dramatic, you cheater. go to your other boyfriend.”

you stifled a chuckle, placing a kiss to his forehead. his eyes softened, and you gripped his chin, pulling him closer to peck his soft lips. “‘m sorry for cheating on you in your dream, my dearest. please forgive my mistakes, i hope you can get past this. i have no idea how i could have done something so cruel.”

he finally relaxed, leaning into your touch, an embarrassed blush on his cheeks. it was finally dawning on him how stupid he was acting, but he was truly hurt. he huffed, arms wrapping around you tightly. “hmph. don’t do it again.”

“i promise i won’t, baby.” you promised, grinning.

“…’m hotter, anyways. he was ugly.” he grumbled, melting into your touch. “and he looked boring, and he didn’t even get you your favorite flowers! i treat you so much better than him! so what if he had a yacht? i can buy one too, i just don’t want to!”

“right, right.”

“…don’t cheat on me again.”

“…even if he had a yacht?”

it was safe to say that your boyfriend did not find that joke funny.

that day, you slept with a pillow between you both, a pout on his lips as you did your best not to laugh on the other side of bed. however, when you woke up, he was draped over you.

you ran a hand through his hair, smiling sleepily. “am i forgiven, baby?”

“…mhm. just don’t talk to dudes with yachts.” he mumbled, arms tightening around you. from the way he said it, you knew he was serious, causing you to snort before agreeing with a soft kiss. “…’m serious.”

to sakusa’s horror, he opened his stories that day to find atsumu on a yacht, grinning while the post is captioned ‘hide your partners!’

and on the other side of the world, atsumu gasped at his phone in offense, eyes on sakusa’s account as it read ‘user not found’.

“he blocked me again!”

—

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[kysoomi]

[ matsukawa issei ]

you stared at the two best friends, face blank as you leaned on the wall, unamused. “this is a horrible idea.”

“this is a great idea,” hanamaki interjected, grinning as he searched for another pick up line for matsukawa to write on the card with the absolute worst hand writing he could muster. “why do you hate fun, [y/n]?”

“why do you love cheap drama, takahiro?” you retorted, pushing yourself off the wall and finally slumping in the seat across from them. the entire desk was covered in pink cards, half of them already have pick-up lines written in unrecognizable hand writing while the other half was blank, waiting to be filled.

“cheap drama? i’m offended,” hanamaki gasped dramatically, and they both shared a look once you stared to pick up cards to read them. suddenly, you noticed that one different, red instead of pink, but before you could pick it up, matsukawa immediately reached over, snatching it, and hanamaki grinned. “you can read all cards but that!”

“why?” you raised an eyebrow, attempting to snatch it back, but matsukawa scooted his chair backwards, creating more distance. your curiosity finally got the best of you but once you stood up, planning to do anything to read the card they both care so much to hide, matsukawa did the only thing that could prevent you from touching it.

he immediately crumpled the card, shoving it into his mouth, and hanamaki bursted out laughing as you stared at him in disgust, face twisting as you sank back into your face.

“you disgust me, truly.” you muttered, leaning your head back as you shut your eyes. you were too distracted thinking about why that card was so special, why it was so secret that they couldn’t even tell you, to see matsukawa pulling out an identical one, and hanamaki trying his best not to snicker at the fact that matsukawa knew you too well to carry an extra.

fortunately, hours later, you were too distracted by oikawa’s pestering to remember the card.

“i’m not confessing.” you repeated for what seemed like the millionth time, eyes down on your phone, and popular setter groaned loudly from where he sat beside you.

“come on! it’s the perfect day to confess, [y/n]! love is in the air, chocolates are overpriced and—“

“—and you’re still single.” you deadpanned flatly. he immediately gasped dramatically in offense, but before he could go on a long rant about how that was totally his choice, you turned to iwaizumi with a frown. “a little help here?”

“you should confess.”

“fuck you.” you muttered flatly, and iwaizumi snorted, crossing his arms.

“i’m serious. that dumbass is totally in love with you, and it’s becoming insufferable. i mean, the love-based playlist he sings loudly— and horribly— is fine, and the millions of memes he sends about being an absolute simp is fine, but if i have to witness him moping around during practice again because you called another guy cute, i’m going to fucking explode.”

“you’re such a liar.”

“and you’re a dense, oblivious idiot.” he responded bluntly. you sighed loudly, leaning back in your seat. iwaizumi sighed. “[y/n], please confess. do you know every word to justin bieber’s boyfriend? because i do.”

“that’s a you problem.”

iwaizumi’s grip tightened around the ball between his fingers before he shut his eyes, taking a deep breath, and oikawa glanced at him with raised eyebrows. “you really need anger management classes— ow! hey, why did i get hit?!”

by the end of the day, everyone was talking about the corny pick up lines slipped into random people’s lockers and backpacks, and hanamaki and matsukawa seemed very pleased with their work as they watched the chaos they caused.

“why the fuck did i get one?” iwaizumi muttered, holding the pink card with two fingers from the corner in disgust as he walked up to the three of you, and they both shared a glance before snickering, and you just took it from him, raising an eyebrow.

“‘are you google? because you have everything i’m searching for.’” you read out loud, raising an eyebrow at the font. “good job on the hand writing, it’s fucking terrible.”

“thank you,” matsukawa gave you a lazy grin, and you tried to ignore how attractive that was. “i was writing.”

“i was coming up with the pick-up lines.” hanamaki grinned loudly, and you resisted the urge to remind them that you were there and it was a hard couple of minutes to forget after you watched matsukawa digest a paper. “all cards were our joined effort, except one.”

“ah, the mysterious red secret.” you recalled, and iwaizumi’s eyebrows suddenly shot up as he turned to dumb and dumber, whose grins widened.

“you’re actually carrying that out?” he questioned. matsukawa nodded, and iwaizumi smiled. “nice. oh, shittykawa is gonna freak when he hears about this.”

“you’re all annoying. i’m going home.”

“we love you too, [y/n]!” hanamaki beamed, but you just flipped the three of them off, going to your locker, ignoring how the three shared a glance after before sprinting the other way.

when you pulled it your locker open and a card tumbled out, you were more amused than surprised. that was, until, you noticed the color, and you hurriedly picked it up from the floor, pulling it open to reveal very familiar, neat hand writing.

roses are red, violets are blue. care to meet me and grab dinner for two?

you were snapped out of your surprise when you heard someone panting faintly, causing to to turn around, meeting matsukawa’s soft ones. he had a small bouquet and a bow-tie that absolutely looked hilarious on his uniform, and he gave you a nervous smile with the slightest red on his cheeks. “hi.”

“that was an awful pick up line,” you blurted out, but your smile was enough for him to relax.

“i know. so?”

“yes, obviously.”

it would have been a nice moment to kiss if a glass didn’t shatter, causing you both to turn to the side. hanamaki was filming with a wide grin, iwaizumi pressing his fist against his lips to clearly prevent a laugh, and oikawa, who was obviously unaware of the situation and clearly only stumbled here by accident, was gaping at you both with a vase shattered on the ground under his feet.

“what the fuck?”

you only turned around, ignoring him as you met matsukawa’s eyes. “roses are red, violets are blue, can i kiss you?”

he closed the distance between you both, leaving just a few inches between your lips. “that didn’t rhyme. at all.”

“hey, i—“

he pressed his lips to yours.

-

i love valentines. this month ur only getting v day fics sorry <3

[kysoomi]

[ by the way. the point of the last fic is that it’s okay to be a little inconvenient to love. one day you will find someone who will love you to death, someone who wouldn’t mind something as trivial as helping you learn to accept help if it meant they would be with you. don’t accept less than what you deserve. ]

[kysoomi]

[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

sakusa loved you. in fact, he was practically fucking obsessed with you.

you were the love of his life. every thought that passed in his mind somehow reminded him of you, and every minute he was away felt like absolute hell. he would do anything for you to call out his name, and he would not hesitate trade eternal heaven just if it meant seeing you smile one last time.

however, now, you were the reason he wanted to bang his head against the wall until he passed out.

it wasn’t something you actively did. you were the perfect partner, after all. you took care of him, made sure he didn’t overwork himself, made him feel very loved, and appreciated him dearly.

it was actually something you didn’t do.

you never let him take care of you, and it drove him absolutely fucking insane, especially in times like these. you were avoiding his eyes as you sat across of him, clearly doing your best to look at everything but him as he stared at you, eyes wide in disbelief. “i’m sorry, repeat that?”

your shoulders dropped. “i ignored you during the weekend because i was… unstable, and i didn’t want my sad mood to ruin yours, so i dealt with it alone. it’s really not that big of a deal.”

sakusa stared at you blankly. he could remember breaking down multiple times in your arms, and you always pulled him into the comfort of your company, assuring him that he’s always welcome and that you loved taking care of him.

you always noticed even if he was just a little upset, and did everything possible to make his mood better. he could recall uncountable amounts of times were he cried over the silliest stuff, yet you always validated him and made sure he was okay.

the words coming out of your mouth truly flabbergasted him, and he continued staring at you. after a few seconds, you turned to him, frowning. “i already apologized for ignoring you. i’m sorry, okay? i just really didn’t want you to worry and—“

“are you fucking insane?”

you halted, before you sulked, giving him a small pout in response. “rude.”

“why the hell didn’t you come to me when you felt upset?” he stressed, bewildered. “i’m your boyfriend!”

you shrugged calmly. your nonchalance was starting to piss him off. “didn’t want to inconvenience you.”

“inconvenience—?!” he stammered, baffled. “you— inconvenience— oh my god!”

you blinked back, confused. “…why are you shocked? my words are very logical. i was very upset, so i thought about what would be best for you and i followed it.”

for the first time, sakusa was truly astonished. he stared at you, face blank as your words repeated in his head, before he cleared his throat. “[y/n]?”

“…yeah?”

“do you love me?”

you arched an eyebrow. “obviously.”

“then, for the love of god, please call me the next time you’re upset.”

you scoffed loudly, as if he was the unreasonable one. “don’t be ridiculous—“

his jaw dropped. you thought he was the ridiculous one?

“—why would i do that? i would burden you. that makes no sense. i thought you were smart, kiyoomi.”

kiyoomi stared at you for a few more seconds, before he let his head bang against the table loudly.

as much as sakusa would love to lie and say, he did not switch your mind up with a simple conversation. it actually took him days and weeks and months and almost years of continuously restating and reassuring and convincing until you finally accepted his love, help and care.

however, sakusa didn’t mind.

because all the stress you caused by worrying him, the frustration as he repeatedly tried to get it through your head, the sadness he felt whenever you pushed him away, all of it was worth it,

all of it was worth it because it’s you.

all of it was worth it and the second you came home years later, finally married, stressed from work and simply walked over to lean on him, shutting your eyes as he embraced you as you quietly mumbled a simple ‘i need you.’ as you finally allowed yourself to let him take care of you, he was sure it was all really worth it.

and sakusa would do it all over again if he had to, if it meant you would lean at him, even if it was just a brief moment.

because the truth was, loving you was never about convenience to him. he didn’t need to be comfortable as he loved. he didn’t need to be undisturbed.

to him, loving you was a commitment, an unwavering devotion, a pledge to remain your safe space forever. he ached to be in your presence, and loathed your absence. to him, loving you was never about himself. it was never transactional.

sakusa would do anything for you. in fact, sakusa would do anything if it meant you would give him the same soft, gentle smile he had gotten used to waking up to every morning.

and if he had to spend a couple more years for you to believe him,

he would do it in every lifetime.

[ a/n: do u guys see the vision i had ]

[kysoomi]

[ suna rinatrō ]

you did not have a crush on suna.

so what if you thought he was pretty? he is pretty, and almost everyone agrees. he had beautiful eyes and an even more attractive smile, so it wasn’t like that made you delusional.

and so what if you thought about him a lot? you think of the twins whenever you see something stupid, so that wasn’t proof either. yeah, you did think about him considerably more than anyone else and yes he did pop into your mind with no absolute reason, but that wasn’t proof. it could happen to anyone, really! so, totally not proof.

and so what if his name popping up on your phone made you smile, even if it was him sending you silly reels that were not or would never be funny? and so what if you felt your heart beating faster whenever he was around you? and so what if you hated his attention being on anyone else? and so what if—

“just admit it, [y/n], you have a crush!” atsumu groaned loudly in frustration, both his elbows on the table between you both and his hands in his hair, gripping it as he stared at you in pure annoyance. “why are you so against having a crush on him?”

“i am not against it.” you responded calmly, and saw his eyes narrow. “i just simply don’t have a crush.”

“you admitted it to me three weeks ago, why are you denying it?” he grumbled. “i mean, out of all yer exes and ex-crushes, he’s the best candidate. he’s actually a good guy, and attractive, and actually humane.”

“my type is not that bad.” you defended, before pausing at your own words. all your past exes and crushes suddenly passed in front of your eyes, and you grimaced, hearing him scoff. “okay, it is, but i had a few good ones!”

he blinked. “no, you did not.”

“remember the computer science guy?” you mentioned, and immediately watched as atsumu’s face twisted up in absolute disgust. “oh, and my hallway crush.”

“yer taste is worse than mine, [y/n]. that’s actually an achievement.”

your shoulders dropped, and you frowned. “fine, whatever. the point is, i do not have a crush on suna and i will not have a crush on someone i know i have absolutely no chance with!”

“hallway crush didn’t know your name. you had a crush on him for a year.”

“stop bringing him up,” you grumbled, narrowing your eyes. “and i didn’t care because i don’t have to talk to him daily, and i don’t have to pretend like he’s just a friend to me when all i want to do is tell him that i like him.”

atsumu’s eyes lit up, his lips pulling into a grin, and you immediately realized your mistake, standing up quickly. “i don’t like him!”

“you just said it, you fucking loser!” he crackled, grabbing his bag and catching up with you as you started to walk away, before he calmed down, giving you a small smile, turning slightly more serious. “i think you’re stressing out too much, [y/n]. plus, it’s not like suna likes someone, so you do have a chance.”

“you’re delusional.”

“‘m not,” he rolled his eyes. “you just have no self-esteem. have a bit of confidence in yourself— don’t look at me like this, i’m serious! you probably do have a chance!”

“why are you being nice to me? did you hit your head?”

“…i hate you.”

<3

you stared at suna as he smiled, his eyes down as he spoke to one of his classmates. she was a pretty girl, shorter than him and seeming to be his exact type, and you tried swallowing your feelings down as you sank deeper in your seat, turning your gaze away.

beside you, osamu kicked your seat, causing you to turn to him with a blank look. he only stared back, then frowned, and you realized he saw you staring at suna. “you okay?”

“yeah.” you murmured back, then gave him a small smile as you stood. “i’ll grab a coffee. do you want anything?”

he shook his head, still frowning, and you just patted his shoulder as you walked away, sighing softly. it was silent for a few seconds before a figure suddenly caught up with you, and as much as you would like to say you had to look up to figure out who it was, you didn’t.

stupid nice cologne.

“you’re really addicted to caffeine, you know that?” he hummed out, reminding you of the two cups you had drowned in front of him that morning. you hummed along to his words, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jacket, and he frowned. “are you okay?”

“huh? yeah.” you gave him a small smile. “i am. sorry, still thinking about the final.”

“don’t remind me,” he immediately groaned as you reached the line, then pouted. how could someone look so cute when they’re upset? “these questions were unsolvable, i swear she hates us. i bet it’s because the twins spilled water on the floor and she slipped on it on the first day, so she’s punishing everyone else.”

you snorted at the reminder, but nodded just as the people in front of you in the line moved out. “yeah, i don’t doubt it.”

the barista recognized you immediately, and let out a chuckle, leaning forward. “our coffee can not be that good.”

you gave him a smile. “what can i say? finals week.”

he laughed, typing your order in before you even had the chance to say it, and you handed him the exact amount in cash, thanking him as you moved out of the way. suna’s eyes lingered on the guy for a few seconds before he turned back to you, raising an eyebrow.

“is there coffee here actually that good?”

you nodded. “yeah. have you started studying for tomorrow’s final?”

“don’t remind me,” he grimaced, and you cracked a small smile. he suddenly tilted his head, as if in thought. “oh, we should study together. the twins will never get anything done if they are alone, anyways.”

you nodded. “yeah, that sounds good.”

your order was called out and you grabbed it, thanking the barista once more before you grabbed a straw and walked away, suna hot on your heels. after taking the first sip, you glanced over at him, tilting your head. “want a sip?”

he raised an eyebrow before accepting the cup. he took a sip, then his eyebrows shot up. “oh, this is good.”

you nodded, smiling, before a silly thought flashed through your mind, almost making you chuckle at your own silliness.

indirect kiss.

you didn’t notice the small smile suna had on his lips as he stared at you, watching you sip on your coffee happily as you remained lost in your thoughts.

damn, you really needed to move on.

<3

the next few days, you tried your best to avoid suna.

somehow, that backfired and ended up with you sitting across from him, looking away as he stared intensely at you, his arms crossed and eyes narrowed. “why are you avoiding me?”

you let out a laugh, but it came out slightly more shaky than you planned. “me? avoiding you? why would i avoid you? i think finals have gotten to your head, suna, your starting to hallucinate—“

“[y/n].” he called out. his voice made you still, and you slowly turned to him, eyes softening when you saw how upset he looked. he seemed genuinely hurt, and you immediately tensed up. “did i do something? i genuinely don’t know what i have done, but please talk to me, don’t ignore me, i—“

“you didn’t do anything,” you cut him off quickly. he frowned, confused, and you sucked in a breath, shutting your eyes for a second to prepare yourself. you didn’t believe that’s how your life was going to end. after you opened your eyes, you swallowed harshly. “i like you.”

immediately, his confusion faded. his face turned blank, as if in surprise, but you continued quickly.

“i have liked you for a while, and i didn’t want our friendship to be affected by my feelings, nor did i want you to be uncomfortable once you found out, so i wanted to avoid you until i lost feelings and could actually talk to you without smiling like an idiot.”

he remained silent, face unchanging, and you continued.

“i know this is most probably very uncomfortable for you, but i really—“

“did it work?” he cut you off. you paused in confusion, eyebrows furrowing, and he leaned slightly closer. “did you lose feelings yet?”

you felt slightly stunned by the question, staring back at him. what was he—

“[y/n], did you lose feelings yet, or do i still have the chance to ask you out like i have been desperately wanting to do for years?”

[ a/n: the convo y/n had w atsumu at the start is actually one me and my friend had one week ago :p in other news; i tots don’t like my actual crush guys fr fr. also sorry for not posting for a while. anw hope u guys enjoy this mini drabble ]

[kysoomi]

u guys should boop me btw. it sounds and looks fun.

[kysoomi]

[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

komori knew you both had a crush on each other.

it was evident to him since you both were kids. maybe he was a little stupid, but he wasn’t blind. he was the way sakusa actually chuckled at your jokes, he saw the way you smile at sakusa when he isn’t looking, he saw the way sakusa plays better the second he sees that you were present, and he saw the way sakusa accepted physical touch when it was you.

he was also present for the say sakusa decided to apply the same university as you, even though it was never one of his top choices.

he, however, never prepared for the day that the two of you finally admit your crushes to him.

or the fact that it would be in the same day, with just a few minutes apart.

or the way it would go.

komori gaped openly at sakusa, who was blushing. his cheeks were red and his lips were pulled up into a small smile as he looked away, eyes soft. komori leaned closer, and if it wasn’t for the table between them, he would have grabbed his cousin’s shoulders and shook them intensely. “what?”

“i like [y/n].” sakusa admitted, turning to him, and his lips twitched up further when he saw the shock on his cousins face. “they’re just so… i like them a lot. they make me happy, and i have never felt so comfortable with someone. their smile alone makes me feel like everything is going to be okay.”

“i’m not surprised you like them.” komori muttered, still in shock as he pushed his hair back, eyes wide. “it’s been obvious for years. i’m more surprised you’re openly admitting it to me… and smiling…”

an alarm on sakusa’s phone rang before he could answer, and sakusa shrugged, pushing himself up, his smile still present. “i’m just glad that when my heart chose, it was them. see you later.”

with that, he grabbed his backpack and walked away, leaving komori to simmer in his own state of shock.

however, before he could even register what just occurred, you appeared in front of him, seeming very distressed. you sat across from him, wordlessly dropping your bag on the table between you two before you buried your face in your hands.

somehow, before you could even speak, he knew it was about your crush, too.

and he was very glad no one around was present to witness the following events, because before he could even question it, you let out a loud, muffled scream, and he gaped at you.

“what the hell is wrong with you?”

“oh, god, why?!” you cried out, finally dropping your hand off your face. “what the fuck? why me?! this is the worst thing that could happen to a human being!”

komori held his head, staring at the table with intense confusion on what he just witnessed. “did they switch bodies?”

“this is awful!” you banged your head against the table loudly, and he jumped, wide eyes turning back to you as you groaned. “why me? why must this tragedy fall on me? why must i develop feelings?”

then, your head snapped up to him as if you found the solution, and with no hesitation, you speak. “komori, you need to kill me.”

“i am not killing you.” he deadpanned flatly, eyes set on your forehead. “your forehead is red.”

you paid no attention his second remark, still staring blankly at him. “i have feelings for for a guy. this is the end of the world.”

komori snorted. “this is not the end of the world.”

“this is the end of existence.” you continued, ignoring him despite staring straight into his eyes. “kiyoomi will find out and think i am weird and reject me and i will lose my best friend and die.”

“you’re so overdramatic.” komori stated flatly. “none of this will happen— are you even listening to me?”

“no.” you mumbled flatly, then pushed yourself up. the stress dressing your features was so evident that it actually almost made him feel bad for you. “let’s go. you’re buying me a coffee for the inconvenience.”

his jaw dropped. “i am literally the only person who has nothing to do with this!”

“you introduced us.”

komori blinked once, then twice, then sighed, pushing himself up. “fine.”

a few years later, komori got to fondly recall this day in his best man speech. you ignored the way your now husband stared at you in offense, your cheeks heating as you sipped on your drink silently.

“did this really happen?” kiyoomi whispered that night, later after everything had ended, eyes curious, and you blinked blankly at him.

“i can still feel my forehead hurting.”

he blinked back once, then twice, then sighed, lifting your connected hands to his lips to place a gentle kiss. “i am so glad i married you.”

-> drabble bc i feel like im neglecting u my babies. also sakusa isnt ooc bc this literally happened with me and him so dont worry about it (this is fully inspired by a tiktok audio i heard)

[kysoomi]

That sakusa bus fic is so unrealistic it pisses me off. You’re telling me the bus doesn’t move so much that yn doesnt fall or that the driver allows it ? Write better fics

you’re right anon the only thing unrealistic about a fan fic of 2d character sakusa kiyoomi is the bus movement. my sincerest apologies next time ill rent a bus, a driver and sakusa himself to act out the fic before i write it so ur majesty can get accurate fics

[kysoomi]

breathing exercises aren’t enough i need hard drugs before i do a presentation

[kysoomi]

The way you write is so aaaaaashhababqkqwedkxoanabdoqoajsbsbdxbanna SCREECH amsndbakqkamamnsmdkxxAHHAS

but like in a good way

(I swear I'm sane)

anon i love u. thank u. (the SCREECH part is so sane i believe u)

[kysoomi]

[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

“is that… a valentines day bingo?”

you didn’t register the question at first. it was eight in the morning and you were half asleep, so you just let out a quiet ‘huh?’ as you removed your head off your desk, then blinked at sakusa, finally registering his words. “oh, yeah, it is.”

this was, maybe, your fourth conversation with sakusa. he was too intimidating to befriend, whether it was his resting bitch face or the fact that he was unbelievably fucking gorgeous. the first three were both him reluctantly asking for a pen, and he seemed very reluctant to talk in the first both. however, today, a few minutes ago when he asked for a pen, he just seemed… almost frustrated?

but now? he seemed amused. you really didn’t get his change of mood.

“can i see?” he questioned, smiling. you nodded, still half-asleep as you slid it over, and his smile seemed to widen with every word he read. “oh, this is fun. did you write it yourself?”

“mhm.” you hummed, then offered a lazy smile. “want to help?”

he nodded, almost eagerly, and you held your jaw back from dropping just as you heard a groan.

“can we turn off the a/c? it’s the middle of winter.” the guy in front of you whined, cutting off your professor, and you only clicked your pen, scribbling it off before glancing at sakusa, who was grinning.

he seemed… uncharacteristically excited? was he okay?

“two done, twenty three to go.” you yawned tiredly, and he raised an eyebrow, nearing close to the paper.

“is that ‘sakusa borrowing a pen?’”

“it happened.” you shrugged. he chuckled, twirling your pen around his finger, and then gave you a smile. it was weird seeing him smile that much.

“you think we can actually finish this today?”

“we have classes till six. we can.” you deadpanned flatly, glancing at your watch. only five minutes have passed since you started talking, and you groaned, letting your head fall on the desk.

why was time going so slow?

“that sounded hard. does your head hurt?” sakusa mused, and you grumbled a ‘yes’ in reply, causing him to snicker quietly. “‘headache’, check.”

“you’re having a lot of fun with this. maybe too much fun.”

“it is fun.”

“oh god. you’ve gone insane.”

“‘accidentally accuse someone of going insane, between brackets, [y/n] stop doing it’ check!”

“okay, it’s almost four, what’s left?” you sighed, pushing your hair back and away from your face. you had finally gotten some caffeine in your system and became conscious enough to stop accusing your crush of being insane, at least out-loud.

he grinned.

did someone give him special chocolates or something?

“first of all, stop mentally questioning if i have gone insane. second of all, we only have three left. we just need an ‘roses’ and a ‘someone loudly whining about being single, and we’re almost done—“

“i’m just saying!” a girl groaned loudly from behind you two, interrupting him, and you both immediately fell quiet in anticipation. you saw sakusa holding the pen tighter in anticipation, eyes widening, and you snickered.

he immediately glared at you, but his lips twitched up anyways, sitting up properly.

“being single is annoying! i mean, jesus, how many roses can someone fit in a bouquet? why do they keep getting bigger? they die so fucking quick, too, i mean, what a waste of roses and—“

“two left!” sakusa grinned, scribbling it off, and you immediately smacked his shoulder as the two turned to you. you glanced away immediately, avoiding eye contact, and he grimaced. “sorry.”

they both shared a look that clearly showed they thought he was insane, and you snorted. they were definitely right.

when only five minutes were left, you spoke again.

“think anyone will gift roses before the lecture ends?” you questioned, and he grinned.

“yeah. my friend is in this lecture, you see the piss blond at the very front?”

you narrowed your eyes, before you raised both eyebrows in surprise. “oh, miya? i never excepted you two to be friends— wait, you two never sat together before.”

“yeah, he doesn’t know i’m in his lecture group.” he deadpanned flatly, and you immediately placed your hand over your lips to prevent a laugh. “i worked so hard to make sure he doesn’t. please never tell him i’m in this group.”

“right,” you mused, leaning back in your seat. “so what does that have to do with the roses?”

“him and his twin brother have this bit.” his lips twitched up, then gave you a confident smirk before checking his phone to see the time. “just watch. three, two, one—“

“delivery for atsumu miya!” a brunette entered with a wide grin immediately after the professor announced the class was over, glancing down at the card between his fingers. “your mother says she’s sorry you’re an accident and an ugly loser, and she will always be your valentine when you need it, you pathetic—“

“suna!” the blond twin screeched, jumping up to sprint behind him. the ‘suna’ guy immediately burst out laughing, and you raised an eyebrow at the sight of his phone filming the entire scene. “i’m gonna kill ya and samu, you little shit! how much did he fuckin’ pay ya, ya cheap—“

his voice was cut off by the doors slamming behind them both, and sakusa nonchalantly crossed it off as you both grabbed your bags and got up. “your friends are kind of insane.”

“…these are not my friends.”

“you called miya your friend.”

“i lied.” he stated flatly. you rolled your eyes as you both exited the room, and then you paused, furrowing your eyebrows.

“wait, we only did twenty four. what was the last one?”

he grinned widely, and that’s when you remember it. it finally made sense why he seemed surprised when he first glanced at the paper and why he was so amused when he read it.

it made sense why he acted insane (well… giddy and excited, but who are you kidding, for sakusa, that is batshit fucking crazy) the entire day. it finally made sense why his smile widened everytime he glanced at the paper, and why he didn’t let you even get another glance the second you slipped it over in the first period, when you were sleep deprived.

too sleep deprived to remember that in the middle of your light-hearted bingo, with a red marker, you had ‘ask sakusa out for coffee!’ written messily.

and sakusa seemed to emphasize your mistake as he flipped the page around proudly, everything crossed off but the box with the red letters, and he only gave you a smile. “so…”

you sighed loudly, ignoring the way your cheeks were heating up in embarrassment as you glanced away, refusing to meet his eyes. “i’m only asking cause i want to win.”

from the corner of your eyes, you could see the way his smile widened. “i know.”

“stop smiling.”

he snorted loudly, trying to stop his smile and failing completely as he grinned. “sorry, sorry. go on.”

“…go out with me?” you mumbled nervously, and he only grinned, nodding frantically before he grabbed your hand, starting to tug you in the direction of the campus gates.

over the sound of your loudly beating heart, you barely heard his whisper.

“bingo.”

“…yeah, you’re fucking insane.”

[kysoomi]

[ sakusa kiyoomi ]

“is that… a valentines day bingo?”

you didn’t register the question at first. it was eight in the morning and you were half asleep, so you just let out a quiet ‘huh?’ as you removed your head off your desk, then blinked at sakusa, finally registering his words. “oh, yeah, it is.”

this was, maybe, your fourth conversation with sakusa. he was too intimidating to befriend, whether it was his resting bitch face or the fact that he was unbelievably fucking gorgeous. the first three were both him reluctantly asking for a pen, and he seemed very reluctant to talk in the first both. however, today, a few minutes ago when he asked for a pen, he just seemed… almost frustrated?

but now? he seemed amused. you really didn’t get his change of mood.

“can i see?” he questioned, smiling. you nodded, still half-asleep as you slid it over, and his smile seemed to widen with every word he read. “oh, this is fun. did you write it yourself?”

“mhm.” you hummed, then offered a lazy smile. “want to help?”

he nodded, almost eagerly, and you held your jaw back from dropping just as you heard a groan.

“can we turn off the a/c? it’s the middle of winter.” the guy in front of you whined, cutting off your professor, and you only clicked your pen, scribbling it off before glancing at sakusa, who was grinning.

he seemed… uncharacteristically excited? was he okay?

“two done, twenty three to go.” you yawned tiredly, and he raised an eyebrow, nearing close to the paper.

“is that ‘sakusa borrowing a pen?’”

“it happened.” you shrugged. he chuckled, twirling your pen around his finger, and then gave you a smile. it was weird seeing him smile that much.

“you think we can actually finish this today?”

“we have classes till six. we can.” you deadpanned flatly, glancing at your watch. only five minutes have passed since you started talking, and you groaned, letting your head fall on the desk.

why was time going so slow?

“that sounded hard. does your head hurt?” sakusa mused, and you grumbled a ‘yes’ in reply, causing him to snicker quietly. “‘headache’, check.”

“you’re having a lot of fun with this. maybe too much fun.”

“it is fun.”

“oh god. you’ve gone insane.”

“‘accidentally accuse someone of going insane, between brackets, [y/n] stop doing it’ check!”

“okay, it’s almost four, what’s left?” you sighed, pushing your hair back and away from your face. you had finally gotten some caffeine in your system and became conscious enough to stop accusing your crush of being insane, at least out-loud.

he grinned.

did someone give him special chocolates or something?

“first of all, stop mentally questioning if i have gone insane. second of all, we only have three left. we just need an ‘roses’ and a ‘someone loudly whining about being single, and we’re almost done—“

“i’m just saying!” a girl groaned loudly from behind you two, interrupting him, and you both immediately fell quiet in anticipation. you saw sakusa holding the pen tighter in anticipation, eyes widening, and you snickered.

he immediately glared at you, but his lips twitched up anyways, sitting up properly.

“being single is annoying! i mean, jesus, how many roses can someone fit in a bouquet? why do they keep getting bigger? they die so fucking quick, too, i mean, what a waste of roses and—“

“two left!” sakusa grinned, scribbling it off, and you immediately smacked his shoulder as the two turned to you. you glanced away immediately, avoiding eye contact, and he grimaced. “sorry.”

they both shared a look that clearly showed they thought he was insane, and you snorted. they were definitely right.

when only five minutes were left, you spoke again.

“think anyone will gift roses before the lecture ends?” you questioned, and he grinned.

“yeah. my friend is in this lecture, you see the piss blond at the very front?”

you narrowed your eyes, before you raised both eyebrows in surprise. “oh, miya? i never excepted you two to be friends— wait, you two never sat together before.”

“yeah, he doesn’t know i’m in his lecture group.” he deadpanned flatly, and you immediately placed your hand over your lips to prevent a laugh. “i worked so hard to make sure he doesn’t. please never tell him i’m in this group.”

“right,” you mused, leaning back in your seat. “so what does that have to do with the roses?”

“him and his twin brother have this bit.” his lips twitched up, then gave you a confident smirk before checking his phone to see the time. “just watch. three, two, one—“

“delivery for atsumu miya!” a brunette entered with a wide grin immediately after the professor announced the class was over, glancing down at the card between his fingers. “your mother says she’s sorry you’re an accident and an ugly loser, and she will always be your valentine when you need it, you pathetic—“

“suna!” the blond twin screeched, jumping up to sprint behind him. the ‘suna’ guy immediately burst out laughing, and you raised an eyebrow at the sight of his phone filming the entire scene. “i’m gonna kill ya and samu, you little shit! how much did he fuckin’ pay ya, ya cheap—“

his voice was cut off by the doors slamming behind them both, and sakusa nonchalantly crossed it off as you both grabbed your bags and got up. “your friends are kind of insane.”

“…these are not my friends.”

“you called miya your friend.”

“i lied.” he stated flatly. you rolled your eyes as you both exited the room, and then you paused, furrowing your eyebrows.

“wait, we only did twenty four. what was the last one?”

he grinned widely, and that’s when you remember it. it finally made sense why he seemed surprised when he first glanced at the paper and why he was so amused when he read it.

it made sense why he acted insane (well… giddy and excited, but who are you kidding, for sakusa, that is batshit fucking crazy) the entire day. it finally made sense why his smile widened everytime he glanced at the paper, and why he didn’t let you even get another glance the second you slipped it over in the first period, when you were sleep deprived.

too sleep deprived to remember that in the middle of your light-hearted bingo, with a red marker, you had ‘ask sakusa out for coffee!’ written messily.

and sakusa seemed to emphasize your mistake as he flipped the page around proudly, everything crossed off but the box with the red letters, and he only gave you a smile. “so…”

you sighed loudly, ignoring the way your cheeks were heating up in embarrassment as you glanced away, refusing to meet his eyes. “i’m only asking cause i want to win.”

from the corner of your eyes, you could see the way his smile widened. “i know.”

“stop smiling.”

he snorted loudly, trying to stop his smile and failing completely as he grinned. “sorry, sorry. go on.”

“…go out with me?” you mumbled nervously, and he only grinned, nodding frantically before he grabbed your hand, starting to tug you in the direction of the campus gates.

over the sound of your loudly beating heart, you barely heard his whisper.

“bingo.”

“…yeah, you’re fucking insane.”

[wizard-spells]

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[kysoomi]

[ matsukawa issei ]

you stared at the two best friends, face blank as you leaned on the wall, unamused. “this is a horrible idea.”

“this is a great idea,” hanamaki interjected, grinning as he searched for another pick up line for matsukawa to write on the card with the absolute worst hand writing he could muster. “why do you hate fun, [y/n]?”

“why do you love cheap drama, takahiro?” you retorted, pushing yourself off the wall and finally slumping in the seat across from them. the entire desk was covered in pink cards, half of them already have pick-up lines written in unrecognizable hand writing while the other half was blank, waiting to be filled.

“cheap drama? i’m offended,” hanamaki gasped dramatically, and they both shared a look once you stared to pick up cards to read them. suddenly, you noticed that one different, red instead of pink, but before you could pick it up, matsukawa immediately reached over, snatching it, and hanamaki grinned. “you can read all cards but that!”

“why?” you raised an eyebrow, attempting to snatch it back, but matsukawa scooted his chair backwards, creating more distance. your curiosity finally got the best of you but once you stood up, planning to do anything to read the card they both care so much to hide, matsukawa did the only thing that could prevent you from touching it.

he immediately crumpled the card, shoving it into his mouth, and hanamaki bursted out laughing as you stared at him in disgust, face twisting as you sank back into your face.

“you disgust me, truly.” you muttered, leaning your head back as you shut your eyes. you were too distracted thinking about why that card was so special, why it was so secret that they couldn’t even tell you, to see matsukawa pulling out an identical one, and hanamaki trying his best not to snicker at the fact that matsukawa knew you too well to carry an extra.

fortunately, hours later, you were too distracted by oikawa’s pestering to remember the card.

“i’m not confessing.” you repeated for what seemed like the millionth time, eyes down on your phone, and popular setter groaned loudly from where he sat beside you.

“come on! it’s the perfect day to confess, [y/n]! love is in the air, chocolates are overpriced and—“

“—and you’re still single.” you deadpanned flatly. he immediately gasped dramatically in offense, but before he could go on a long rant about how that was totally his choice, you turned to iwaizumi with a frown. “a little help here?”

“you should confess.”

“fuck you.” you muttered flatly, and iwaizumi snorted, crossing his arms.

“i’m serious. that dumbass is totally in love with you, and it’s becoming insufferable. i mean, the love-based playlist he sings loudly— and horribly— is fine, and the millions of memes he sends about being an absolute simp is fine, but if i have to witness him moping around during practice again because you called another guy cute, i’m going to fucking explode.”

“you’re such a liar.”

“and you’re a dense, oblivious idiot.” he responded bluntly. you sighed loudly, leaning back in your seat. iwaizumi sighed. “[y/n], please confess. do you know every word to justin bieber’s boyfriend? because i do.”

“that’s a you problem.”

iwaizumi’s grip tightened around the ball between his fingers before he shut his eyes, taking a deep breath, and oikawa glanced at him with raised eyebrows. “you really need anger management classes— ow! hey, why did i get hit?!”

by the end of the day, everyone was talking about the corny pick up lines slipped into random people’s lockers and backpacks, and hanamaki and matsukawa seemed very pleased with their work as they watched the chaos they caused.

“why the fuck did i get one?” iwaizumi muttered, holding the pink card with two fingers from the corner in disgust as he walked up to the three of you, and they both shared a glance before snickering, and you just took it from him, raising an eyebrow.

“‘are you google? because you have everything i’m searching for.’” you read out loud, raising an eyebrow at the font. “good job on the hand writing, it’s fucking terrible.”

“thank you,” matsukawa gave you a lazy grin, and you tried to ignore how attractive that was. “i was writing.”

“i was coming up with the pick-up lines.” hanamaki grinned loudly, and you resisted the urge to remind them that you were there and it was a hard couple of minutes to forget after you watched matsukawa digest a paper. “all cards were our joined effort, except one.”

“ah, the mysterious red secret.” you recalled, and iwaizumi’s eyebrows suddenly shot up as he turned to dumb and dumber, whose grins widened.

“you’re actually carrying that out?” he questioned. matsukawa nodded, and iwaizumi smiled. “nice. oh, shittykawa is gonna freak when he hears about this.”

“you’re all annoying. i’m going home.”

“we love you too, [y/n]!” hanamaki beamed, but you just flipped the three of them off, going to your locker, ignoring how the three shared a glance after before sprinting the other way.

when you pulled it your locker open and a card tumbled out, you were more amused than surprised. that was, until, you noticed the color, and you hurriedly picked it up from the floor, pulling it open to reveal very familiar, neat hand writing.

roses are red, violets are blue. care to meet me and grab dinner for two?

you were snapped out of your surprise when you heard someone panting faintly, causing to to turn around, meeting matsukawa’s soft ones. he had a small bouquet and a bow-tie that absolutely looked hilarious on his uniform, and he gave you a nervous smile with the slightest red on his cheeks. “hi.”

“that was an awful pick up line,” you blurted out, but your smile was enough for him to relax.

“i know. so?”

“yes, obviously.”

it would have been a nice moment to kiss if a glass didn’t shatter, causing you both to turn to the side. hanamaki was filming with a wide grin, iwaizumi pressing his fist against his lips to clearly prevent a laugh, and oikawa, who was obviously unaware of the situation and clearly only stumbled here by accident, was gaping at you both with a vase shattered on the ground under his feet.

“what the fuck?”

you only turned around, ignoring him as you met matsukawa’s eyes. “roses are red, violets are blue, are can i kiss you?”

he closed the distance between you both, leaving just a few inches between your lips. “that didn’t rhyme. at all.”

“hey, i—“

he pressed his lips to yours.

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i love valentines. this month ur only getting v day fics sorry <3