Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader
Special feature headcanons: MSBY
Sakusa Kiyoomi is not a romantic. Not in the public displays of affection kind of way, and not in the grand declarations of affection kind of way.
Sakusa Kiyoomi is, in fact, so much of a simple comfort kind of guy that a lot of his friends and teammates were completely surprised when they found out you were dating.
It was even more of a surprise when they found out you've been dating since high school. They were speechless as they watched the MSBY outside hitter smoothly make his way to the stands after a won match, and wrap his arms around a lady who excitedly threw herself at him.
They were even more speechless as he tightly pressed you to himself, smiling as you kissed each other on the cheek. A handshake would have slid under the radar; someone calling him a romantic nickname would have also slid off the radar. A lot of their fans come up with nicknames for them—some hardcore fans aren't afraid to use those names in public meet-and-greets and public matches, and even some reporters have gotten in on it.
But for their black cat to actually hug someone, kiss them on the cheek not looking like he wants to die or bury himself, all the while smiling like that? It was clear that you were more than just an acquaintance.
You weren't bothered by the fact that your relationship was kept private. You knew how much he preferred to separate his private life from his public life, keeping the things most important to him close and away from any judgment, nosiness, or criticism. And you also knew it wasn't that he was hiding it from his teammates as a secret. He probably thought it wasn't something they should be concerned with.
As seen with his answer when the bewildered and suspicious Atsumu asked excitedly:
“How long have you two been dating?”
“None of your business.”
A clean shutdown delivered without even a glance at the setter, leaving you to offer an apologetic smile to the team and do the explaining.
So then, if Sakusa Kiyoomi doesn't go up to rooftops to shout out his affections, and his teammates had no idea he's been in a romantic relationship for years, how do you yourself know that he actually loves you?
Well, it's simple.
There's no one else that he lets into his personal space the way he does with you, enough to even be the one to make the request that you move in with him. Something you questioned multiple times just to be sure.
There's no one else he so easily shares the same space with. Even if you both have conflicts over how orderly things are, and whether it's better to let the water drip down from newly washed dishes or dry them off with a rag immediately, it still never crosses his mind to instantly kick you out of his sight and do everything himself, his way.
There's no one else he's that compliant with, even dropping the level of his obsessive control with his environment and activities to reach an agreement when it comes to you.
There's no one else he seeks physical touch with when he's alone like he does with you. Having you sit on his lap when you're watching a movie, holding your hand when he's writing something down, looking forward to your back hugs in the morning when you wake up to find him in the kitchen—either cooking up a healthy breakfast or back from his run—and silently just hugging you himself when you forget.
There's no one else who he lets wash his hair, completely entranced with the soft and warm feel of your hands on his scalp, scrubbing through the curly strands in a comfortable silence he sometimes falls asleep to.
There's no one else who he'd let order and eat junk food in his house, even if he doesn't join you in having it.
And even if he doesn't shout it from the rooftops or let reporters know in interviews, you know he loves you because he says it at random. Three words whispered to your ears, forehead, neck, shoulders, stomach, thighs. Almost silent, meant for your ears alone, even at times when he thinks you can't hear him.
Most importantly, there's no one else who he lets get away with giving him a special nickname—a name he thinks is completely ridiculous, yet still answers every single time you call him by it.
A/N: I have nothing to write 😭 bye 🤞
