You sat down on the bench, much too close to Sakusa as you handed him his bottle. In contrast to your less-than-innocent grin, Sakusa immediately looked at you with his purest form of disgust.
“Okay?”
Not deterred, you sighed dramatically for effect before lying through your teeth. “PR wanted me to ask if you’re dating anyone?”
His eyebrows furrowed further into despair, if that was even possible. “Why, did someone post anything about me? Bet it’s that stupid gossip page-“
“Never mind that, I’ll let them know you’re not,” you rushed out before leaning your chin on your hand. “Speaking of dating, is your cousin seeing anyone?”
Sakusa looked stunned, which was something you hadn’t unlocked before, and you hoped Atsumu was taking a sneak photo from wherever he found himself at the time. Meanwhile, you batted your eyelashes and awaited his answer.
“I don’t know.”
Your smile switched to mischievous at a dangerous pace, and Sakusa tried desperately to scoot away from you.
“I think you’d know if he was,” you suggested, wiggling your eyebrows and nodding your head. “Maybe you could throw in a good word for me?”
“This team is a prison.”
As he escaped from your conversational clutches, you rubbed your hands together like you had gained the most valuable information. “Brilliant.”
Fully believe that KomoSuna has the same potential SakuAtsu does, but it was just nerfed by the fact that Komori is the most irrelevant dude in haikyuu. They have that same jokey-teasing dynamic and also only really interact in the time skip where they both end up on the same team. It's just always overlooked because of OsaSuna. Don't get me wrong I love OsaSuna and my favourite fics ever are OsaSuna, but I would choose background KomoSuna in a SakuAtsu fic over background OsaSuna any day.
Thank you for all the recent followers, likes and reblogs on my headcanons! I can’t believe some of them reached over 100!! much love to my readers <3
word count: approx. 2.6k words
summary: it’s been a while since you visited one of EJP Raijin’s game, having been staying at home to take care of your son. however, with the big season coming up, of course you had to surprise your husband.
warning: fluff, fluff, suna being highkey horny fluff because i love rin so much WHY ARE YOU NOT REAL, RINTAROU
disclaimer: all but the story plot belong to their rightful artist/author.
should I write a part two for this?? IDK BUT I WANT TO
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It has been three whole years since you were spotted at any of the EJP’s game, with the very last appearance on any media was of your announcement of your pregnancy with Suna. You still remembered how frenzied the media was about this news; you were used to it, though, since every announcement you guys made created quite a stir. When they found out about your existence, about your engagement and wedding to Suna, your lover made sure you weren’t overwhelmed.
With Suna becoming one of the top players in Japan since young, you knew what you were getting yourself into when you got into a serious relationship with him. In High School, the two of you do post each other’s faces but as he slowly gained fame and media presence, both of you decided to be smart and become more private. Of course, Suna saved all the images before deactivating his previous accounts. But you knew Suna was an online type of guy, so after creating new accounts, he still continued to post snippets of his private life. He wanted to show off, still. Aside from his friends and volleyball, fans could see a portion of your hand on his post or stories, the things you gave him and etcetera. It wasn’t because either of you were afraid of his fans or whatever, but more so for your safety.
After seeing such considerate gestures, you could only fall in love with him even more every day and made sure you supported him in any way. You remembered how Suna commented that he would love to have you and your son attend one of his game, but he could see how tired you were every day whilst looking after Rinri and working at home. He decided to drop the subject after only mentioning it once or twice, not wanting you to feel guilty about not coming to his games for so long. You, on the other hand, had actually planned to watch after making sure Rinri was actually ready to come to such a large crowd where adrenaline and noise level were at its peak and that day had finally come.
The big season has arrived.
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You felt a soft kiss pressed against your cheek, followed by a hot breath and a deep chuckle, and then yet another kiss on your forehead. Stirring awake from your slumber upon the touches, you fluttered your eyes opened and saw a soft grin on Suna’s face. “Good morning, doll face,” your husband greeted, kissing your eyelids this time, “still looking as pretty as always.”
You lifted your arms and wrapped it around his neck, pulling him into your nape and nodded, hiding the tiny blush from your cheeks, “good morning to you too, darling. Good luck for your game today. Show them why you are the best middle blocker in the whole wide world.”
“Of course,” Suna then kissed your bosom before pushing himself up reluctantly, knowing he had to leave. “When I get back, I want to sleep on your boobs. And tell Rinri that I love him too, ya?”
“He knows,” you murmured back with your morning voice as you languidly propped yourself up with your elbow, causing your straps to fall off your shoulders, “but I’ll tell the lil pumpkin that.” Suna smiled and adjusted your clothing before leaning his face towards you, wanting a kiss. You brushed your lips against his cheek whilst massaging the other side. “And please, you literally pressed your nose into my breasts last night without asking. Suddenly you are being polite and asked?”
“Oi, you told me to be nicer to you. Guess I’ll just retract my promise,” Suna rolled his eyes.
“You won’t!” You gasped but Suna said nothing more and offered a cheeky smirk before driving to his morning practice. Since it was only 8 am, and the official match doesn’t start until in the afternoon, you slowly pulled yourself out of bed to prepare without any rush. You’ve worked so hard to keep everything a secret without Suna expecting anything of this surprise visit to his games, there’s no way you were going to ruin anything right now.
“Baby? Are you up?” You sang softly and peeped into your son’s room, and saw him already crawling down his bed with his Vabo-chan, his soft brunette hair all messy and sticking out. You can’t help but laughed whilst your child’s tiny legs ran up to you, hugging yours as he blabbered out his morning greetings and his ‘I wuv (love) yous’.
Bending down, you then carried Rinri in your arms and rubbed your face against his chest, tickling him and elicited bright giggles from him. “Good morning, munchkin, I love you too. Papa said that he loves you very much as well. So, want to get some yummies?”
“Yummies!!” Rinri cheered, accidentally letting go of his toy. You reacted quickly, catching his toy with one hand. With a sigh, you now wonder how you were going to manage once you were at the stadium. By the time noon hits, you had already wash up, eaten breakfast, or how Rinri loved to say it, ‘yummies’, and packed your child’s day pack.
Seated on the couch was Rinri with his little day pack, looking through if he was missing anything. Vabo-chan? Check. His favourite yogurt pouches? Check. Yeah, the important stuff were all packed. “Momma! I want to see Dada!”
As if on cue, you received a text from Suna.
“the game’s starting in 1.5 hours' time. Wish us luck, babe! ♡” - Rin
“love you babe! Good luck! ♡” - you
“wish you guys are here tho :(” - Rin
“but i know you don’t want riri to get scared so is okay ♡” - Rin
“my dear rin, just know that we will always be cheering for you no matter where we are! (⋆ˆ ³ ˆ)♥” - you
“i know. well, gotta go now, pretty! watch me!” - Rin
“always. 💕” - you
You emerged from the kitchen, a bemused smile rested upon your lips. “Excited, are we, munchkin? Come on, let’s get you dressed, and we can get going.” Hearing so, Rinri reached out to you with grabbing hands and sparkles in his crystal orbs.
You put on a mini EJP Raijin no.9 jersey and denim jeans on Rinri, making sure he had sunblock on as well, before promptly changing into your own outfit. Opting for a white satin camisole and a high waist skinny jeans, you finished your outfit in a pair of sneakers. With everything settled, you two stepped out of the house.
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When you reached the stadium, you went through the normal procedures to enter — you made sure to get front row seats with the best angle to watch Suna’s play. There were news media and sports journalists who immediately recognized you, and soon a commotion formed around your section. No one approached you, of course, and you were grateful for it, since you just wanted to focus on your son and the game.
You kept Rinri secured as you two watched EJP Raijin entered the stadium. Your son’s energy immediately shot up and yelled, pointing at his father with Vabo-chan. “It’s Dada!!”
You laughed and nodded, “yes, papa is going to play.”
Rinri’s excitement might have been too contagious, as the surrounding crowd began to cheer for EJP Raijin’s middle blocker.
Cameras soon panned over to you, showing your beautiful face and Rinri’s adorable enthusiasm on the arena’s jumbotron. The commentators let out the classic teasing exhaled, gaining many’s attention to the screen.
“Ahhhhhhh, would you look at that? If it isn’t EJP Raijin’s Suna Rintarou’s family?” One said as the cameras zoomed into you. It has been so long since the crowd saw the Suna [y/n], the supportive partner of Rintarou. He has always mentioned your name and his gratitude to you during your physical absence from the crowd in the last three years, and your sudden appearance now was a pleasant treat.
Hearing his name and ‘family’, Suna thought it was his parents and younger sister again, but when he looked up, he saw your beautiful self and shock painted his face before fondness oozed from them. His teammates nudged at him, calling him out for being such a whipped husband now, only for the middle blocker to retort back at all of his single teammates before turning back to the screen again. Man couldn’t take his eyes off of you two.
You looked up from your son to the large screen and saw yourself. Of course, you smiled charmingly and winked into the camera, gaining an even bigger fanbase in the process. You already knew how popular you were as Suna’s lover, so you weren’t one to shy away, despite how crazy the media could get. That was one of many reasons why Suna loved about you.
“There it is, ladies and gentlemen! Suna [y/n] bringing her amazing fan service!” Another commentator joked, being the first one to comment on your very first fan service years ago as well.
Seeing his mother on screen, Rinri burst into giggles and pointed at you. “Momma, it’s you!”
“Yes bumblebee, it’s me,” you nuzzled your nose against your son’s cheeks, and this cute interaction was displayed to the entire arena and everyone cooed. The cameras then zoomed out slightly as one of their on-site reporters approached you. They gave you and your son proper greetings after you introduced your son to the nation. His adorableness easily captured everyone’s heart as he waved hello.
“I see your son is wearing the same jersey as Suna Rintarou! Are you going to say something to cheer for your dad?”
“Dada look, I wuv you!” Rinri said proudly and pointed at his jersey that you secretly bought, and the stadium melted at how cute he was.
“Love you too, buddy!” Suna laughed.
The large screen than switched over to show Suna’s doting smile before showing your face again.
The reporter asked if you have words for your lovely husband, and watched you smiled. “Rin, go out there and show ‘em how amazing my husband is!”
Suna pointed at you from below, his sly grin appeared and shouted loudly. “Watch me, pretty!”
You laughed, wondering when was the last time Suna showed so much energy for a game. Perhaps coming today was the right thing to do on your end.
The game soon commenced, but somehow everyone could already predict the winner. With his family now in the arena to support him, Suna found himself even more focus. Despite being a slow starter, he was able to warm his engine faster than usual today. Rinri kept his gaze on his father the entire time, slowly leaning forward as he got absorbed into the game. You were silently cheering as well, and with every point scored by the team, especially by your husband, you clenched your fist in victory.
The first set was an easy win by the Raijin team, and your son cheered loudly. Suna immediately turned towards where you and his son were at, and for the first time during a match, the middle blocker held out a peace sign with the happiest wide mouth smile on his face.
The nation knew how much Suna Rintarou loved his wife and son, but that smile solidified and cemented that fact. Never once had this man ever showed so much bliss in public, but here he was, showing his soft side when multiple cameras were around.
You felt your heart leaped forward and face heating up. Suna was able to make your heart accelerate with the smallest of gesture since high school however no matter how many years had passed, your love life was still so, for lack of a better word, perfect.
“Go win this,” you mouthed and put out your own peace sign. Rinri mimicked you as gave his dad his own tiny peace sign and giggled. Once again, Komori and the rest snickered, asking if Rin was going to keep staring or was he going to play the next set.
And thus, the score was 3-1 with EJP Raijin emeging victorious. Both team exchanged their pleasantries and a handshake before going over to the crowd to thank them for their support. Suna looked up and saw that you weren’t at your seats, and before long he spotted Rinri running up to him excitedly, showing off his jersey that looked just like Suna’s.
“Why, hello there, buddy,” Suna greeted, swiping Rinri into his arms and lifting him up in the air. You soon waltzed over but you made sure to stay out of the way, knowing the victors deserved the spotlight right now. You apologised to the coach for your son but the man laughed it off, stating that he didn’t mind at all If anything, he should thanked you for this surprise since Suna played even better than his previous games.
“Baby,” Suna called out to you and you saw he had one arm opened for you.
“Congrats on your win,” you went into his arm and gave a hug before turning to his team mates, greeting them, congratulating them as well. A few interviewers came up as the team headed to the side, some even managed to catch you in one interview too. It’s not like either you or Suna minded, and Rinri was comfortable in front of strangers. Of course, none of you were worried about having Rinri be exposed to the media since both of you were ready to protect this family by any means
In the beginning, he did try to keep you out of the media’s sight but after knowing you were more than capable of handling yourself, and knew how to keep yourself safe, and relying on him, Suna was more opened about posting you on his social media. But this was the first time anyone has ever seen his son and a part of him was worried.
Still, he did his best to answer the questions, and he was glad the media was respectful enough towards him to not focus on his family too much. They could tell he was protective about his family just based on his behaviour.
One of the interviewer smiled at Suna, asking him to make one last comment about his family. With a sly grin, he turned to the camera and called for you. It has been three years, and he wanted to do this for so long now. The second you approached, Suna drapped his arm around your shoulder, patting your head. “I think I scored myself the perfect partner.”
Suna then dipped down and whispered into your ears. “Considered me seduced with that top of yours. Can’t wait till I fuck your brains out as my victory award. Better be prepared.”
“...Rin...!” You gasped, face coloured bright red. Rinri looked up at his parents, not understanding anything aside from the fact that his parents were very loving and in turn, that made him happy. The cameramen and reporters chuckled, saying how you two are still lovey dovey and to stay sweet before bidding your cute child good bye.
“Love, munchkin, wait for me. I’m gonna get change and we can go hang,” Suna said as he got pushed to get washed up and change by Washio and Komori.
I think I scored myself the perfect partner — those words echoed, causing you to blow up. Suna is a man of high libido, but it was his sweet words that always got you weak on your knees.
“Momma, are you sicky?” Rinri asked, a little worried about his mother’s face turning red.
“N-No, baby, I’m fine,” you assured, fanning yourself and heading off somewhere to wait for your beloved.
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Trivia:
— your son’s name is written 倫璃, meaning “Ethics [倫]” and “crystal [璃]” because Suna said his eyes are like crystals
Personajes de HQ y sexualidad and other Headcanons por Satoki el androide.
Suna Rintaro: Pansexual y cualquier cosa se la suda. Romanticamente... Demiromantico? No se cierra nunca en las relaciones porque le da un poquito de pánico el compromiso, pero él dice que no va de eso. Te miente en la cara también, porque lo sabe.
Miya Atsumu: Romantico y Bisexual. Sexualmente es potencialmente vainilla boi, quizá hasta un poco torpe.
Sakusa Kiyoomi: Demiromantico y demisexual. Y no me bajo de este carro. Es de los que hasta super enamorado te manda a la mierda porque "Te vas a quedar sola, Lorena" y el contesta "Lo más bonito que me han dicho nunca".
Kozume Kenma: Romantico y demisexual. Lo de romantico también es un poco realtivo, porque su forma de interpetar el romance no es muy clasica que digamos.
Terushima Yuuji: Bisexual. Mas de chavalas que de chicos. Monoromantico, no porque sea sino porque es celoso a morir y prefiere cerrarse puertas a que sus parejas estén con otras personas. ERES UNA RED FLAG BOI.
Fukunaga Shohei: Asexual a full (le da la pereza de la vida el sexo, cabe decir) y Demiromantico (También le da la pereza de la vida).
Miya Osamu: Este hombre es bisexual, polylove, romantico clasico y cursi de los que te da diabetes pero le cuesta un poco de tiempo sacarlo porque procesa las emociones como un windows del 95.
Komori Motoya: Polylove, romantico de me voy a morir con tanto azucar y por favor replanteate el sirope de agave chaval.
Tendo Satori: Gay, monoromantico. Sexualmente creo que anda en el espectro asexual, porque no es como que el factor sexual le pese en exceso.
Bokuto Kotaro: El Polylove no le convence porque a pesar de todo, sexualmente es más abierto, es más monoromantico. Maricon perdido, las chavalas no le llaman más que como un concepto asthetic. Aún así quiere gustarle a las chavalas, quiere gustarle a todo el mundo.
Kuroo Tetsuro: Bisexual, pero siempre ha creido que es gay hasta que se le cruzan algunas chicas que le atraen. Monoromantico, intenta otras cosas pero no le sale entre otras cosas porque huele a celoso de mierda.
Futakuchi Kenji: Él se cree arromantico, pero no es el tipo más cursi del planeta. PEro tiene que mantener esa fachada. Le gustan mayoritaramente los hombres, no se cierra la puerta.
Akaashi Keiji: Es un tipo gay de los más comun. Monoromantico, aunque puede estar abierto a más cosas, es como que su rigidez a veces no le deja.
Oikawa Tooru: GAY. Caprichoso y todo a su manera. Romanticamente ¿hace algo más que mirarse al espejo? ¿Quiere una pareja o un esclavo? En verdad es un bebé que quiere que le amen pero no sabe amarse y no sabe amar bien. Poor boi.
Kunimi Akira: Mas gay y se muere. Pero si le preguntas solo contesta que tú espectifacemte no le interesas así que deja de indagar. Porbablmente demiromantico.
Hinata Shoyo: Bisexual. Mas de chicas que de chicos, y romantico cursi.
Kageyama Tobio: Pues... VOLEIBOLSEXUAL. Si no juegas al voley no le interesas. mayormente es tan MARICON que se muere. Puede desarollar crushes con chavales que no les gusta el voley, pero no duran porque se aburre. Es de esas personas que necesita mucho espacio personal y que la gente se implique en sus intereses. (¿es autista? si).
Semi Eita: Como ISTP le gusta timar a señoras. Bisexual. No sabe tener la polla quieta, si, y le cuesta comunicarse en ese sentido porque tiene ideas como muy clasicas mentidas en la mente.
Iwaizumi Hajime: Yo a este hombre, lo siento pero es mi inclusión forzada de la heterosexualidad. Seguro que lo ha intentado con algún hombre, pero nanai. Es que él es too much energia masculina. No es monoromantico, pero la gente le da mucha pereza así que acaba siendo monoromantico porque si ya cuesta encontrar a una persona para tener una relación sana, imagina encontrar dos.
Ushijima Wakatoshi: Hetero-romantico clasico y asexual. No le interesa el sexo, es más como un concepto teorico para tener hijos y ver la cara de su novia lo más asthetic posible. Lo siento, es otro que más energia masculina y se muere. Me pone, que le vamos a hacer. Como persona con el libido por las nubes y que quiere morir, siempre me atraen los asexuales.
Shirabu Kenjiro: Maricón en el armario y misogino a morir. Aún dice que las chavalas tienen piojos como cuando tenía cinco años. Demiromantico. Insoportable. En verdad, este personaje me gusta eh. Se que no lo parece.
Kyotani Kentaro: Bisexual, aunque es muy demiromantico. Si no te conoce ni de broma le vas a gustar. De hecho quizá también es demisexual. Solo le importa el voley y los animales ( Iwaizumi también es un animal para Kentaro).
Komi Haruki: Anda en el espectro arromantico. Pansexual, pero todo el mundo le parece imbécil. Es porbablemente porque es un poquito narcisista, pero se autoregula bien.
Sarukui Yamato: MARICÓN rico. Puede parecer que es menos clasista que Komi, pero sin iguales en eso, pero interpeta mejor. En realidad es muy monoromantico.
Konoha Akinori: Bisexual en el armario. Se cree hetero y no le saques de ahí que cortocirquitea( para él su atracción hacía Akaashi no es real, o no cuenta, es un montaje de Komi y Sarukui para joderle). Monoromantico y monosexual.
Washio Tatsuki : Su vibra es tan masculina que me da repelus. Sexy. Le molan solo las chavalas. No le asustan los hombres pero no siente atracción y se siente incomodo cuando Komi le hace bromas sexuales.
Onaga Wataru: Boi, este hombre no se cuestiona esas cosas. Si le gusta le gusta, sino no. Mucho texto.
Anahori Shuichi: Es el clasico gay perfomatico, pero en verdad es pansexual. Lo que claro da vibras homo, así que pocas chicas se acercan con intención dé. Monoromantico a morir y se consagra al amor, así que te va a seguir sonriendo si le traicionas pero le dueles mil.
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warnings: vomiting, nsfw content that will be italicized, swearing?
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The first time you saw Sakusa Kiyoomi was when he silently strolled down the hallway in elementary school. He had a blank stare at all times. Never strayed too close to any of the other children. A gloomy looking child that you did not particularly want to approach. His hands remained glued to his side and looked to be sulking. He blended into the crowd but if you paid enough attention, he barely stood out. He crossed your mind for the slightest second before you were sucked back into conversation with your friends.
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The first time you heard his voice was when he was talking to another boy in your grade level. Who you found out was his cousin. Their interaction was quiet and somewhat dull. His cousin, Motoya, asked if he wanted to go to an after school activity with him. Sakusa nodded briefly and said “sure”. His voice was quiet and bored. You wondered as you walked past the boys what they were talking about, however, you were quickly distracted yet again and proceeded to move forward without a second thought.
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The first interaction between the two of you was your third year of middle school. Sakusa Kiyoomi was nothing but a background character in your life. You ever so often saw him since the two of you were in different classes. However, you shared a class with Motoya so it wasn’t too rare to see the boy.
You walked out of class upon dismissal, but hung around campus with your friends, knowing that your parents were at work and it was redundant to return so early. It was an unanimous decision to go to the convenience store outside of campus to grab a quick bite with the chore money that took a few weeks to rack up.
Walking outside of the gym a volleyball rolled to your feet. You picked it up before looking to your right to see who it belonged to. Sakusa Kiyoomi walked calmly over to you with his hands at his side. There was no one else in the gym. He was playing by himself.
He came to a halt, looking at you expectedly. You fidgeted the ball in your palms before asking. “Are you practicing all alone?” He nodded curtly with a deadpan expression that said give me the ball.
“I see.” You tossed him the ball gently before following your friends that have already walked ahead.
At the convenience store you grabbed things you thought Sakusa may have liked.
“Why are you grabbing so much? Also, I thought you didn’t like daifuku.” Aya commented as she browsed the shelf next to you. Your nose scrunched up. “I’m just craving it.” You shrugged her off. She didn’t reply as she grabbed a carton of apple juice.
All of you checked out and parted ways in front of the store. It wasn’t long before you peeked your head into the gym to see Sakusa slamming the ball against the wall continuously. He was roughly the same height as you, but each time he struck the ball, there was an undeniable force behind it.
You took your shoes off, outside of the gym before clearing your throat nervously.
The boy caught the ball as it ricocheted off the wall. His black curls stuck messily to his forehead and he turned to you with a confused expression. Holding up the plastic bag with one hand, you offered him a small smile.
“Looked like you were working hard, so I brought this for you.”
He blinked at you. Not a word.
“I can just leave it somewhere if you’d like. I just have to-”
“I was actually getting kind of hungry.” He said quietly. He walked to the edge of the gym and sat down. You followed his lead quietly. Upon sitting down, you opened the bag, preparing to dump everything on the floor before he raised a hand to stop you.
“The floor is rather dirty, I would prefer you not to do that.” He said plainly “Please.” he added. You nodded and opened the bag towards him so he could get his pick. Luckily for you he went straight for the daifuku. He meticulously unwrapped it and began to munch silently. You followed suit and you began to eat a custard-filled bread roll.
“Sakusa, right?” You turned your head to the boy. “Kyosuke?” You faltered.
He shook his head. “Kiyoomi. And you?”
“L/N F/N.” You answered. He dipped his head in acknowledgement.
“What high school are you going to try to go to?”
“Itachiyama.”
“Really? I want to go there as well. Maybe we can study together for the entrance exams together.”
“I’m going to get in on a sports recommendation since I’m on the volleyball team here.” He said nonchalantly as he flattened the snack’s wrapper on his thigh. You nodded. His curtness didn’t particularly bother you.
“Fair enough.” You brushed off your skirt and began to make an exit towards the gym. You began to slip your shoes on outside of the door before waving over to him. “Let me know if you change your mind about studying. I’m in the same class as your cousin. Keep the rest of the snacks. Work hard.”
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Roughly two weeks later Sakusa Kiyoomi was waiting outside of class 3-B. Ignoring Motoya he approached you. “Let’s study for entrance exams.” Motoya looked at you oddly and tailed the two of you as Sakusa lead you to the library in silence.
You sat in front of the curly haired boy, pulling out your journals and folders excitedly sliding them towards Sakusa. Motoya sat beside him, earning a subtle glare from Kiyoomi.
“I looked at everything they’ve made available for students who are applying, organized it, and color coded it. I have a plan to get in.
Sakusa carefully eyed over your notes as he skimmed the pages. Your handwriting was incredibly neat. Everything was so organized that even an idiot could get into Itachiyama. Not that he was thinking that you were stupid by any means.
That was the first time you saw Sakusa smile because of you.
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It was now your first year at Itachiyama Academy. You walked through the gates of the school sandwiched between Sakusa and Motoya. Somehow the three of you managed to be in the same class.
As the semester progressed, you began to settle in a routine with the boys. You would sit at practices, reading books. After they finished, you would all study at someone’s house and part ways.
It was dipping into the summer. Tokyo subtly rose in temperature as the rainy season commenced.
Sakusa stood outside of your home with an umbrella since he was fully aware that you refused to bring one to school any time that it rained. He looked down to his cellphone. You were always punctual so it didn’t make sense to him that you weren’t outside yet. He knocked on the front door to your family home. No answer.
He used the spare key under the plant to go inside. He propped the umbrella against the door and took his shoes off before making his way upstairs. You weren’t in your bed but he could hear someone gagging in the bathroom.
His face contorted into disgust at the thought, but proceeded towards the room. He opened the bathroom door to see you hunched over the toilet. Your hair pooled over your shoulders going forward as you choked on your own vomit. Sobs quietly echoed the room.
He cautiously moved forward and gathered your hair in his hand. He turned his head away from your body to cover his distaste for the situation that he found himself in. You jumped startled in place before you started vomiting again.
“Sorry, I didn’t text you. I’ve been here for hours.” Your voice was incredibly weak.
“I wish you took care of yourself. Then things like this wouldn’t happen. Where are your parents?”
“I don’t know.” Your voice croaked. Sakusa flinched at that. He knew the feeling all too well.
“You know if you used an umbrella in the rain you wouldn’t get sick. Plus you’ve been pulling all nighters with school for no reason. Stop overexerting yourself.”
“Shut up.” You groaned. “Go to school. I’ll take care of myself.”
He rolled his eyes. He grabbed a hair tie from under your sink and tied your hair back to the best of his ability before leaving the room. Going downstairs he began to make hot green tea with honey, a glass of water, and cut up an apple, your favorite fruit, and grabbed a mask out of his backpack and put it on before returning to the bathroom. You were leaning against the wall, your features were flushed as beads of sweat developed along your forehead.
Sakusa sighed as he squatted in front of you.
“Drink this. Rehydrate. Put some food in your stomach.”
“Go to school Sakusa.” You muttered as you placed the cup to your lips gently.
Sakusa began washing his hands into the sink, ignoring you.
“You ought to go lie down so your body can repair itself.” He turned around before gathering the cups and the bowl of fruit from you. He placed it on your bedside table before he felt a weight collide with his back. He turned suddenly to catch your body.
“Sorry, I must be really weak right now.” A laugh barely escaped your lips. You were face to face with him as he supported you up. All he did was nod before he gently lowered you onto the bed, placing you under the sheets.
He walked over to the bathroom and found a small towel. A sigh of exasperation escaped his lips. He already had known that you were overdoing it academically, but now it finally showed physically. He didn’t understand you sometimes.
He returned to your room once more to see that you were out cold. He used the cloth to gently dab the sweat off of your face before folding it inside out and resting it on your forehead entirely. Sakusa supposed that it would be alright to skip school that day to help his friend out.
“Thanks, Kiyoomi.” The words poured quietly from your lips. His head jerked up suddenly
That was the first time you didn’t call him by his surname.
-
“Okay hear me out. Yes, you’re insanely talented at volleyball. No, I am not telling you how to play, BUT I think that if you approach the AB attack that you guys have been working on this way, I think that you can achieve it somewhat better.” You shoved your diagram that you drew out to Kiyoomi. His eyes scanned over everything. You flipped the page in front of him.
“This is the way that you’ve been doing it, but I think that with your spiking range, you wouldn’t have to exert yourself and overextend yourself from this side of the court.”
Sakusa laughed pulling your notebook closer to himself.
“This is actually genius. How did you know I couldn’t get it?”
“You’ve been spending more time practicing solo than normal so I just paid a little more attention when I’ve been able to come in and watch.”
“I really appreciate this! Do you mind?” You shook your head. “It’s all yours. I have some other ideas in there as well since nationals are coming up.”
He giddily slid it into his backpack before checking his phone.
“Shit. I didn’t realize how late it was. The subways are probably packed by now.” He groaned.
You slung your bag over your shoulder. The crowds outside were moving meticulously outside. A sigh escaped your lips. You turned to Sakusa as he hooked a mask over each ear with a gloomy expression.
The two of you walked out of the cafe and headed towards the JR line. The crowd was astonishingly hard to walk through. Well, it was easy for Saksua since he could see over the sea of people. You reached out for his sleeve and managed to grab his hand. He looked back and gave you a weary acknowledgement and continued to tread forward. You barely managed to get into the train car with him. Your fingers tangled with his as you were shoved into his side. You looked up to see his eyebrows furrowed and expression darkened.. This definitely isn’t the first time that Saksusa had been unfortunate enough to get on the trains with rush hour.
“You good, Kiyoomi?” You tugged on his arm gently as you whispered. He nodded looking down at you. A man beside you accidentally shoved you forward. Sakusa quickly laced his fingers in yours before he anchored you back to his side. You squeeze his hand gently as a quiet thanks.
In roughly ten minutes the doors opened to your stop. Sakusa led the way, weaseling the two of you outside of the train station. He let out a sigh of relief as he climbed the stairs onto the open street.
“Much better.” he mumbled. You absentmindedly followed him to his house as he continued to hold your hand.
“Kiyoomi, you know you can go ahead and let go now.” He froze in his tracks and looked down to your hands and returned his gaze to your face.
“Apologies.” He said before he let go. His hand returned to his side.
“I think I’m going to call it a night here. I’m going to Motoya’s to study the notes. I’ll text you if I have any questions.” He raised a hand to bid farewell and walked to the direction of his home.
Your eyes traveled down to the palm of your hand. You studied it. Each finger as you rotated it. With a subtle shrug, you turned to the opposite direction and made your way home.
That was the first time you held hands with Sakusa Kiyoomi.
-
“What do you mean I can’t braid your hair for a game? It’s getting longer and it would look adorable. Right, Motoya?” You twirled one of Sakusa’s curls gently in your finger. Motoya glanced up from his phone laughing.
“I don’t see why not.”
“ Don’t support her. You’re going to make her think that she’s unstoppable.” Sakusa groaned and thudded his head against the table.
“Can I do it for fun though?” You whined as your ran your hands through his hair.
He sunk in his chair in defeat. “Fine.”
You excitedly stood up and got to work.
After a few minutes you were finished. His hair was barely short enough for it to stick into a little poof in the back. You quickly took out your phone and snapped a quick selfie with your back camera. You laughed at the photo as Sakusa grabbed at it.
“I didn’t know that you were going to take a picture of me, you ass! Delete it!”
“Nah, this is too good! Kiyoomi I really think you should do this for a game! You look precious!”
You quickly ran over to the couch next to Motoya, showing him the off guard picture you got of the two of them. The two of you were in hysterics. Sakusa ran over to the couch to join the two of you. Placing an arm around your shoulder he broke into laughter as well.
Lose hair flowed on the sides of his face. His eyes squinted shut as his laughs filled the room.
“You ought to delete that picture though, seriously.”
You shook your head at him.
“This is too good. I might just send it to your whole team.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
After some time, the three of you settled down and watched a movie. You rested your head on his shoulder. His arm never left your side. The three of you passed out cold.
Motoya’s mother laughed at the view she had of the three of you as she took her shoes out of the door. Her own son was sprawled out on the end of the couch, snoring the night away. Kiyoomi’s head rested on the couch. Tufts of hair were popping out of the braid. His arms loosely wrapped around you. Your head rested against his chest and your arms rested around his stomach.
She laughed quietly to herself, leaving the kids to sleep.
This was the first time that you fell asleep on Sakusa Kiyoomi.
-
“What do you mean that you didn’t have a good time at the camp? It’s literally for the Olympics!” You had your hands on your hips as you stared at Saksua. He sulked in your kitchen chair. He came over as soon as he had gotten back from camp.
“I do not understand how Shiratorizawa lost. Kageyama Tobio wasn’t necessarily an extraordinary feat to watch-”
“You do understand that there’s a reason why he got invited there as well, right?”
“I’m trying to be realistic here.”
“Well since both schools are going to nationals, maybe you can play them in the bracket. You’re the number two ace in the country because you worked hard Kiyoomi. I don’t care if some brat from Miyagi rubbed you the wrong way. You need to get over it and do your best. You and Motoya leave in two weeks.”
The two of you had spent the last hour bickering of his experience. Sakusa had a negative thing to say about almost every player that was there.
“If I want to analyze my potential opponent then I think you should allow me to. You’re not playing on the court whatsoever so I think you should keep your opinions to yourself about this situation.”
“Kiyomi, I’m literally the one who has helped you get to where you are now. I’ve spent hours of my own freetime, even getting physically ill coming up with ways to help you and Motoya improve your skills to be better players-”
“But nobody asked you to do that.” He glared at you. You falter at what to say next.
“I did it because you two are my friends. And I want you to succeed.” Each word articulated from your mouth excruciatingly slow. As if you were questioning yourself.
“You have a lot to say for someone who has never played the game before.” Sakusa snapped at you.
“Get out.”
“What?”
“Get out of my house. You do not talk to me like that here.” You made your way to the front door, holding it open.
“Out Kiyoomi.”
“I think we’re having a little miscommunication.” He rose from his chair. He hands beared out to you as he stepped towards you cautiously.
“No. Grab your bag. Put your shoes on and leave. I understood with clarity everything you just said to me. Now I’m asking you to leave. You said everything you wanted to.”
Sakusa’s head did not hang low as your gaze pierced through him. He slung his back over his shoulder and walked towards you. His height towered over you before he bent down, slipping his shoes over his heels.
He walked out without another word.
That was the first fight you had with Sakusa Kiyoomi.
-
In the next two weeks you didn’t walk to school with the boys, you did not study with them, you did not watch practice, you didn’t use breaks at school to visit their classrooms. Anytime Motoya had reached out, you politely avoided him. If Sakusa did it was like he wasn’t even there.
Nationals were now upon the boy’s volleyball team. You followed the group solemnly to the bus. You had signed up as an official volunteer and there wasn’t any way to necessarily get out of it since you had already been excused from the school days.
You sat alone on the bus. Far away from your two friends. The ride was short. Upon arrival, you carried the medical bag to the team’s designated area for the day.
It was a clash of teams mingling at the entrance of the arena. Not one member of the team had made it to the area yet. You turned to see Sakusa’s standing in the corner of the room. His forehead creased and his chin tucked towards his chest. There were too many people for him. Motoya was mingling with random teams. You let out a small sigh and made your way to the designated area.
A hand gently rested on your shoulder.
“Can we talk?” Kiyoomi asked. He towered over you in height. You couldn’t see his face due to the mask, but he radiated stress. You nodded and sat next to him in the hallway.
The apology was quick, sweet, and straight to the point. You graciously accepted and it wasn’t any worry at all.
You could never truly be mad at him.
You continued to help the boy’s volleyball team until they lost the tournament.
You waited on the side of the court for the boys to come off. However, Sakusa was approached by fans and reporters.
You stood patiently on the other side of the toom. The opposing team’s captain approached you. He shyly flirted with you. Sakusa watched from afar as he continued to chat with the reporter.
This was the first time Sakusa Kiyoomi felt jealousy.
-
You, Kiyoomi, and Motoya stood side by side posing for pictures for your families. High school diplomas proudly in hand.
Kiyoomi graciously slipped away from everyone for a brief moment. His parents were fawning over the fact that he got accepted into college on a sports scholarship. Same with Motoya. Your parents were openly wondering what college you would choose to go to. You got accepted to five different ones, one of them the same as Kiyoomi.
You and Motoya bid your parents a farewell and began to leave the school together for one last time. Kiyoomi stood at the gates waiting patiently for the two of you. His blazer now slung over one shoulder, he used his other arm to gently rest around your shoulder.
“I’ll see you at the dinner, Motoya. I’m going to walk Y/N home.”
Motoya dipped his head in acknowledgement before parting ways.
You and Kiyoomi laughed and reminisced over the last three years. The late nights studying. Hanging around each other's houses. Him keeping you company as you read your books at cafes. The cat you two found outside of the school your first year. The god awful game of telephone pictionary that almost got the three of you suspended your second year of school. The failed attempts of learning how to play volleyball in third year. It seemed that all of the memories so precious to your heart were coming to a cease.
Your laughs faltered as you approached the gate of your home.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave for Osaka.” You laughed nervously as his arm slid off of your shoulder. He unconsciously moved a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Easy. Just go to the same school as me. It’s not that difficult of a decision.”
You laughed. “You know I haven’t even begun to choose the college I want to go to yet. I haven’t weighed the pros and cons of each school. Plus you got a full ride.” You sighed.
“Well a pro is that I’m there. I think that’s enough.” He tilted his head at you.
You let out a short laugh before turning your head away from him. “If only it was that simple.” You wondered aloud.
“I have to see how good the program is for what I want to do. I know that they’re the top in the country for it but will it really benefit me? What if financial aid doesn't end up coming through and I have student loans out the ass? What if housing is full? If I don’t have anywhere to live?”
Your thoughts were cut off by Kiyoomi stifling a laugh. He used a single hand to cover his mouth as he looked down at you. You shoved his chest playfully.
“What’s so funny?”
“You worry too much for someone who’s so smart.”
You rolled your eyes at him. He ran his hand through his hair before he rested it on his neck, his gaze never leaving yours.
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how pretty I think you are.” He reached over and cupped your face. His long slender fingers gently tucked the rest of your hair behind your ear. He felt your skin heat up below his hand and laughed.
“Are you trying to be funny because you’re really bad at it.”
Before you could even react, Kiyoomi quickly closed the gap between the two of you. His lips were soft as he gently pressed his lips against yours. Your hands rose up quickly against his sides. Slightly panicking. He tilted your chin up slightly and you finally kissed him back.
You felt him smile against your lips as he pulled you closer.
He pulled away. Grinning like an idiot.
“I think you should go to that school in Osaka with me. I’m going to have an apartment and everything.”
You placed your arms around his shoulders and his slinked down to your waist.
“We’ll see.”
Kiyoomi’s body sunk into itself.
“I’ve been waiting to do that for quite some time now and that’s all you say? ‘We’ll see?’ It’s really not enough.”
“I mean who said I haven’t been waiting to kiss you too?”
He raised an eyebrow at you as you leaned up to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“For how long?”
“After nationals in our second year when I saw a horde of fan girls for one of the best aces in Japan.” You reached up and pinched his cheek. “I thought to myself that I wasn’t jealous or anything, but I think I’ve thought about you romantically for a while now.” He narrowed his eyes at you before shaking his head for you to let go of his face.
“But you’re right. You’ve never told me I was pretty before, Kiyoomi.” You used your hands to bring his face down to yours.
That was the first time you and Sakusa Kiyoomi had ever kissed.
-
Sakusa Kiyoomi was disappointed to say the least that you did not follow him to college in Osaka.
Or so he thought.
Two weeks after his move there was a knock on his apartment door at 7am in the morning. Kiyoomi was a morning person, but he had no clue who it could possibly be. He pulled a sweatshirt over his body and pulled on sweatpants over his boxers.
There you stood with a suitcase in each hand.
“I chose Osaka because I don’t think I can handle being away from you for four years.”
Kiyoomi enveloped you in a hug, making you drop your luggage. He pressed your body against his chest and buried his head into the crook of your neck. He peppered kisses on your cheekbone until you turned to face him. He held your hands and kissed you sweetly before pulling you inside.
“Kiyo, you need to grab my bags.” You mumbled into his mouth. He gently put you down. Grabbed your bags and placed them inside and turned to face you. You looked at him expectantly with your arms open towards him. Without missing a beat he picked you up and spun you around.
“Are you sure you want to go to school out here?” He pressed a kiss to your temple. You nodded against his chest.
“One exception though.” You pulled away from him.
“Will you be my boyfriend, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”
“Yes.”
This was the first day you spent as an official couple.
-
The semester was beginning to take a toll on the both of you. Fortunately enough, the both of you managed to be taking the same courses for your basics and had a basic study regiment in the evenings. Kiyoomi’s volleyball practice ran from ungodly hours of the morning and the fatigue was catching up to him as finals week set upon the two of you.
You returned from the library and walked into the bedroom to see Kiyoomi sound asleep, laying on his side snuggling a pillow. Quiet snores spread through the room as his mouth was slightly agape.
You quickly showered and changed into a shirt of his before snuggling into bed beside him. You ran your fingers through his hair causing him to lean into your touch.
“Y/N” He groaned into the pillow.
“Hm?”
“C’mere.” He lifted up his arm as an invitation. You quickly obliged as his arm encased you into his chest.
“How was studying? Sorry I left so early.” He yawned.
Your arm wrapped around his side as your fingernails began to graze his bare back.
“It’s fine, Kiyo. I know how tired you’ve been lately. Being a student athlete is tough enough as it is.”
“I don’t want you to be stressed out because of my incapabilities.”
“You’re only human. And I’m stressed out because college is tough, not because you’re incapable of things.”
“I know.”
“Your voice is cute when you’re tired.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Nevermind.”
“I beg your pardon?.”
“Have I ever told you that you’re super handsome when you’re dead quiet. I know I can’t see you right now, but the whole brooding thing you usually have going on is usually pretty nice in my opinion.”
“Shut up.”
“Okay, Kiyo.”
“Y/N I’ll literally make you do all of the cleaning next week.”
“But Kiyo-”
“Shut up.”
“Anyways. I’ve missed you.”
“We live together. And study together. And go to school together.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
“Remember that one time that you fell down the stairs in our second year? In front of the entire class?”
“I hate you.”
“I love you.”
“What?”
You sat up abruptly staring down at your boyfriend. He sat up, propping his hands on either side of his body. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes.
“I love you, Kiyoomi.”
A lazy smile graced the black-haired man’s features.
“I mean it!”
“I know you do. That’s why I’m smiling.”
“I really mean it, Kiyoomi. You’ve been my best friend since middle school. We spent every waking moment together. I got to grow with you as friends. I had the opportunity to watch you bloom into your passion by bringing you daifuku one day because I saw a quiet boy practicing all by himself. I’m so lucky for that moment of time. Even though we’re busy now, we get to hold each other at night and see each other’s achievements during the day. I think it’s so amazing that we have each other. I just want to cherish you.”
“I love you too.” He clasped his hand over yours.
“And I mean it too.”
That was the first time you and Sakusa exchanged ‘I love yous’.
-
The semester had come to an end. Kiyoomi rested his head on your lap as you watched TV and he watched volleyball highlights on his phone. You played with his curls absentmindedly.
“I can’t believe that Kageyama Tobio is playing on the Olympic team this year.”
“Who?”
“The kid who beat Wakatoshi our second year.”
“Oh that one.”
“I want to play in the Olympics.”
“I know Kiyo you just need to keep doing what you're doing and you’ll be on that stage in 2020.”
You pulled out your cell phone and took a picture of the two of you. Managing to get his glare and everything. You shoved the photo you just took in his face.
“Look! Do you know who that is?”
“Me. Sakusa Kiyoomi.”
“Correct!” You exclaimed. “He’s also my boyfriend and a future Olympian! A future representative of Japan’s men's volleyball team!”
Kiyoomi laughed. He locked his phone and just kept on laughing.
“You’re so precious.” He managed between laughs. He pulled his head from your lap and squeezed your cheeks with both of his hands.
“My girlfriend believes in me!” He sang song.
You placed your hands over his and pulled him forward into a quick kiss.
“Am I not supposed to?”
“I never said that.”
“You’re kind of suggesting it. Do you not like me anymore?”
He leaned forward, putting his lips on yours once more.
“You know I don’t like you, I love you.”
(nsfw)
Butterflies rose in your chest at his words. You gave him the dopiest grin before you leaned into him once more. Your body leaned into his. Kiyoomi’s hands rose under your shirt as he pulled you on top of his lap. Your legs fell on either side of him as your fingers ran through his hair. As your hands reached the back of his head you fisted his curls, earning a quiet groan from the man underneath you. His hands pressed roughly into the skin of your hips. The surprise let Kiyoomi slip his tongue into your mouth.
He began to place open mouth kisses down your neck as his hands traveled up to your breasts. You quickly slid your shirt off over your head to give him more access. His kisses continued across your collarbone and down to your breast.
“Kiyo-” Your breath hitched in your throat as he swirled his tongue.
“Hmm?” He mumbled into your chest.
“Let’s go to the bedroom.” You said firmly, as you slid your hands to his shoulders to get him to look at you.
His dark eyes sparkled at you and nodded.
You got off of his lap and made your way to your room. Dropping your shorts to the ground, you kicked them to the corner of the room. Before you could even reach the bed, you were enveloped in a hug from behind. Kiyoomi’s bare chest warmed your back as he began to kiss your neck, your shoulders. A hand firmly on your hip and a hang squeezing your breast. His hands traveled your body hungrily. You turned to meet his face. Caressing it with the back of your hand you placed a gentle kiss on his nose, making him smile at you.
Your hands draped over his boxers as you generously worked them down his legs. Placing, small, eager kisses on his lips.
“I don’t think we have condoms-”
“Yes we do. They’re in my nightstand, I bought them just in case we ever-”
“Mhmm”
You lured Kiyoomi over to the bed as you stroked him. He opened the bedside table and carefully tore the wrapper before rolling the condom on. He hovered over you as he lowered you onto the bed, his lips not leaving yours once. His fingers caressed you, slipping in and out slowly, you moaned into his mouth, making him speed up ever so slightly as he kissed all over your body. He wanted to show you physically how much he loves you.
He positioned himself between your legs before slipping himself in. The two of you gasped at the newfound sensation. He moaned into your neck as your hands failed to grab at his back. He kissed your cheek and smiled at you. He began to roll his hips into you repeatedly. He was weary of his actions as his hands roamed your entire body. He didn’t want to go too slow or two fast. He never asked, he just studied your reactions as he pressed deeper into you. He began to hold a steady rhythm as moans began to spill from your mouth. Each sound encouraging him to unconsciously move faster.
“Kiyoomi.” Your nails sunk into his back, your lips struggled to find his. He moaned your name into your neck. He was reaching his climax as he shuddered inside of you. He kissed your forehead gently.
“I love you. Forever. I cannot imagine anyone else I’d share this life with.”
You stared at your boyfriend. He was studying your face with great intent as if to check if he made a dent. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. You pushed it back making his curls bounce as they flopped back down. His body rose and fell steadily as he caught his breath over you. He gave you a small smile as he flattened your hair on your head, he gently pulled out of you before sitting on his knees and sliding the condom off of himself.
“Give me a second please.”
He walked to the bathroom and disposed of it and began to pick up the clothes from earlier and put them in the hamper. He returned to your side. He propped up his head on his hand as ran his fingers through your hair.
“I’m so lucky. Everyday.”
You smiled as he placed yet another tender kiss on your lips.
The night ended with Sakusa curled on your bare chest, fast asleep while you held him dearly through the night.
That was you and Sakusa Kiyoomi’s first time.
-
Today was Kiyoomi’s first V-League game.
You were never typically awake at the same times that he was. Ever.
You sleepily followed him around the apartment. He brushed his teeth first. You stifled a laugh as he began the skin care routine you taught him in high school. He ignored you, but followed suit. Next he fixed his bed head. Well you did. You sat on the counter with him between your legs as you gently raked product through his hair.
“Omi Omi.” You sang as he relaxed into your hands.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why? I think Miya was onto something when he started calling you that.”
“No he wasn’t. He tainted the second half of my name when he started that shit.”
“Don’t be that way, Omi Omi!”
“Shut up!” He yawned.
“Or what, Omi?” You hopped off the sink and walked away from him.
“You’re gonna do what you did to me, last night? Right now?”
A sly grin rested on his lips before he pushed you to the bed.
“Good thing we woke up early.”
-
You stayed arm and arm with Kiyoomi at the bar where his teammates won. The Black Jackals won their very first game.
You glanced up at your mask-clad boyfriend as he glared at his teammates.
“Omi Omi! I didn’t know you were bringing your girlfriend!”
“Hi! You must be Atsumu!” You extended your hand to shake his, but Sakusa cut in front of you.
“Don’t touch him.” He rolled his eyes.
“It’s called being courteous, Kiyo. You ought to try it!” You shoved his chest.
“I can’t believe Omi Omi has a heart. He actually talks about us at home.” Bokuto bunched up his shirt on his chest, his eyes watering.
“You’re telling me.” Atsumu huffed.
“To be clear, the only person I respect on this team is Meian and I think it’s all valid.” Sakusa glared at the two men. His gaze lost it’s focus once he heard your laugh and reeled back into the conversation that you were having with Hinata.
His teammates smiled as they were watching a never before seen Sakusa Kiyoomi.
As the night progressed more and more drinks were spread amongst the team.
You and Kiyoomi balanced the drinks the best you could, but after all, it was your first time drinking. Ever.
Both of you, equally wasted, exited the bar and ordered a ride home. Laughing up the stairs the two of you tumbled into your bedroom. Kissing and everything in between.
Sakusa Kiyoomi looked at you like you were the light of his life and he made sure you knew it.
You studied his features as he drunkenly told you stories of when he was little. His dark brown eyes squinted at you as little laughs escaped his mouth. Anytime he smiled one corner of his mouth rose higher than the other. Anytime Kiyoomi reached for your hand, he always managed to be the most gentle with his spindly fingers. His kisses were so soft. Even now as he continuously reaches down to kiss you. Even though your own lips are numb from the alcohol rushing in your veins.
This is true love.
-
“I told you that you’d be in the Olympics.”
You wrapped your arms around him as you stood behind the couch, smothering his cheek with kisses.
“I know! I’m glad everything paid off!”
“Me too. Me too.
“I think this is the first time I’ve ever dated an Olympian.” You stared at the phone in Kiyoomi’s hand. The congratulatory email.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What do you think about marrying an Olympian? Pretty practical, right?”
You grinned from ear to ear.
“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had in a while.”
“I’d like you to know I’m full of great ideas. I mean we’ve been together for six years. And it’s because I kissed you since you wouldn’t kiss me. I think that it’s a fair assumption that I’m the brains of this relationship. I also made the idea for us moving into this city home. I also made the executive decision for us to buy a cat.”
“Kiyo. That’s not how that went. You know damn well I brought the cat home when you were done with practice and you hit me with the whole ‘I guess we can do it if we clean the litter box everyday’. I think you’re remembering things incorrectly. Per usual.”
“Dunno, but it took my decision making to allow her to stay in this home.”
“Uh huh. Now that I think about it, it would be my first time marrying an Olympian.”
“Well duh. I mean look at me.”
“ I was talking about Miya, you dolt.”
He let out a hearty laugh. “I guess you can take the role of the funny one.”
-
The first time Sakusa became a parent. He had almost passed out in the delivery room. He’ll never acknowledge it to you, however when friends asked he claimed that childbirth was ultimately disgusting.
His eyes shone the moment your son entered the world.
He held him delicately as if he could break. He was laughing as he gently brought him down to you.
You stared down at the baby you and your husband had brought into the world and you couldn’t help but think of the first time you saw Sakusa Kiyoomi and the blessings the boy brought into your life.
(A/N) the smut scene wasnt supposed to be good!!!!!!!!! It was their first time so it wasn’t supposed to be some god tier orgasming experience. It was supposed to be plain and about their connection!
