You have to come to terms that you chose the worst guy to simp for from this anime. Sakusa is an asshole, the only thing about him is that he’s pretty.
Sakusa isn’t an easy person to love.
He’s difficult, stubborn, his walls are sky high, he’s picky down to every last detail, and he never admits he’s wrong.
No, he’s not easy to love, but he’s worth the effort.
His heart burns with passion that’s raw, that’s so pure and runs so deep, the dig to the core never ends. He loves so endlessly, with unfiltered promises of something that lasts beyond forever.
He pays attention to every last detail, reads in between the finest of prints, his mind is always filled with you, from the bottom to the top, up to the very brim. His eyes miss nothing, and his intuition has honed itself to map you out in every way.
His smile is so pretty, so bright, that it brings the sun to its knees, with two dimples that were made for your fingers to poke. It’s beautiful not because it makes him that much more handsome, but because it’s capable of healing your soul, of erasing your pain.
His laugh is a breath of fresh air, he is boyish and he is charming under this moment of vulnerability, under the split second he bares his heart to you, letting you feel his joy with him as his hand finds its way to yours, connecting the two in the way your souls already have.
Sakusa knows he’s capable of brewing storms in your eyes, he’s well aware he can hurt. He can hurt so badly, so brutally, the strings by which your heart is attached are frayed at the edges. But he, till the day he dies, promises to stitch every tear and every rip, even if it costs him the strings of his own heart.
And Sakusa, far from perfect, far from the man he knows you deserve, far from capable, far from likable, far from desirable, is so giving, he offers you the world, the one he’s carried on his back even when the weight makes his knees buckle.
Because you, you are his one love, the one thing he has to himself, the one thing that he knows that will remain his even if he is stripped of all that makes him who he is. Down to the very last fiber of his being, Sakusa Kiyoomi is yours.
His heart and mind and soul, his goals and dreams and aspirations, his past and present and future, they are all yours. They are carefully pressed to the palm of your hand, seeking shelter, searching for a place to call home so that he can take a moment and breathe.
He trusts you. He knows he’s not easy to love, but he trusts you so wholly, so blindly, it hurts. He trusts you to love him, to reach past the thorns so you can admire the petals.
Sakusa Kiyoomi’s love language is difficult to understand, but it is fluent in you, and the words are clear, defined, immeasurable.
Sakusa is an enigma, the only thing about him that’s promised is his love for you.
