relationship: sakusa kiyoomi x reader, romantic pairing (sfw, gn!reader)
notes: okok ik that maybe he wouldn’t really like physical affection, but i honestly think he’s just a sucker and he would love to hold his partner
sakusa likes to hold you.
he prefers a constant point of contact: joined hands, a finger in the loop of your jeans, a gentle arm around your waist.
at the beginning of your relationship, he was always a little reluctant to touch you, but now he’s always constantly hovering.
he likes to squeeze your hand when he gets overwhelmed in a public setting.
he’ll thumb nervously at the strap of his face mask, and you’ll smile up at him, then make up an excuse to leave and he’ll follow after you gratefully.
he keeps a little bottle of hand sanitizer in his pocket and insists you each use it every time you enter or exit somewhere.
sakusa always has a steady hand at the small of your back whenever you talk with someone, appearing decidedly uninterested in the conversation until you tap excitedly at his shoulder.
he loves to listen to you talk. your voice calms him, and anything he might have found trivial before suddenly becomes the most crucial piece of information he’s ever heard in his life— if you’re interested in it, so is he.
this applies to every little thing, and soon your shared apartment (which used to be a sterilized flat with about four pieces of furniture and nothing else) is flooded with little knickknacks.
sakusa knows what each one is.
watching you get excited about your passions makes him happy, and he leaves the house in the morning still thinking about the warmth of your smile and the sound of your laugh.
he likes to come home to you, all warm and soft, waiting for him. he’ll wash his hands and change his clothes and collapse into you arms, breathing out a sigh of exhaustion.
sometimes he’ll just sit there while you play with his hair, absentmindedly stroking while you watch a movie on your phone.
it’s his absolute favorite thing, though, when you’ll lay with him, curled around him under the sheets. he’ll murmur something about dinner, and you’ll say “five more minutes.”
