sakusa + soft <3
words: 433
characters: sakusa kiyoomi
warnings: none!
a/n: i’ve had nothing but sakusa brainrot for the past couple of days so i’m thriving rn
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cold fingers graze across the apples of your cheeks, calloused palms absorbing the heat radiating from your skin as strong thumbs gently swipe under your eyes - back and forth and back and forth.
a small shiver ran down your spine, and though your eyes were closed, you could already envision the telltale signs of his amusement at your action, full lips probably already tilted upwards, his eyes crinkling just slightly.
the temperature of his hands, although freezing, wasn’t what made you shiver. it was the intense feeling of adoration and devotion you could feel him burning into your flesh, even when you could not see him. even after being together for years, he could still manage to make you feel like you’re in high school all over again.
if anyone you two knew saw sakusa in this moment, they would’ve thought they were hallucinating; that it was a phantom in his place that was pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks and forehead with a content smile on his face, mask pulled down to rest on his chin.
surely the sakusa kiyoomi would never be caught dead showing signs of affection to his loved one, especially in public. no one would ever catch him tugging you into his strong arms after he returned from the showers, any previous irritation from that day's practice melting away at the sight of your smiling eyes and surely curled lips behind your mask.
they would never catch him visibly relaxing just in your presence before sweeping you into his arms, tugging you into his chest and burying his nose in your hair to take in the scent of you.
sakusa kiyoomi was not soft. he was sharp around the edges, as cold as the sanitizer he applies to his skin like religion, and just as burning when it seeps into a cut.
and you knew this. you knew that he was hard to be around, hard to understand and accept for his habits and lifestyle. you knew that his words could cut like knives and that his glare could freeze hell over. you knew how others saw him.
but when you feel a soft tap to your now uncovered lips and open your eyes, you don’t see how people see him as cold and harsh. warm onyx eyes gaze lovingly back into yours, and when pink lips stretch into a smile, dimples creating wells in his face that you want to kiss until he tells you no more (as if that was possible), you know that sakusa kiyoomi is soft.
it’s just that he’s only soft for you.