WAGS ★ sakusa kiyoomi
it’s not a secret sakusa kiyoomi is absolutely whipped for you. and so the internet finds an accurate term to describe the… dynamic.
SAKUSA KIYOOMI thought he really wasn’t into the whole concept of WAGs.
why would he? there were hundreds, thousands of other nicknames or adjectives he thought suited you, his perfect and ethereal girlfriend, better than just a simple ‘WAG’.
like: beautiful, amazing, spectacular, angel, divine, never seen before, glorious…
whatever. point is that, after the first game you officially attended, front row, legs crossed, immaculate posture and an outfit to die for, his perspective took a turn of 180 degrees.
but not in the way you actually expected.
after that match, when a clip of sakusa went viral after he immediately jogged over to your seat, courtside level, and leaned in so quickly in hopes for a tiny bit of affection from you, the internet broke. and so his perspective of the matter.
the video clearly showed the stupid lovesick face he did after you kissed his cheek. the users definitely saw the way he almost skipped back to the court like a stupid high school girl after the interaction, looking way too endeared with your sole existence.
and suddenly, every user to exist on twitter was calling him a ‘HAB’ to you.
a Husband and Boyfriend.
and he didn’t even complain.
msbythebest: oh god my man is LITERALLY whipped jackalsforever: SAKUSA LEANING FOR AFFECTION???? tsumutighs: but did you saw HER? like how tf did he bagged her kiyoomiluvr: like are we sure SHE’s the WAG here?
and it was absolutely true. after that, kiyoomi asked, no, demanded for you to be front row every game just so he could keep putting tricks like that. just so he makes sure the entire world knows he is your boyfriend. he is the one receiving kisses after he won a game. he was the one getting pat heads after he scored an ace. he was the trophy boyfriend and future husband. he just had to look pretty on court. you were the main attraction.
of course, people started noticing you. all mysterious looking and so beautifully intimidating. for being just an office worker, you looked like the CEO that owned the entire MSBY team at every game you attended.
or more specifically, just one certain opposite hitter.
“they are calling you ‘queen of the court’” he said, head on your lap as you played with his hair while scrolling on your phone.
you snorted “i saw that, apparently, they are also making edits of me now too”
kiyoomi sat up abruptly.
“show me.”
he looked even more serious than before his first game as a pro player.
you laughed at him “why on earth would you want to see edits of me?”
sakusa tilted his head “so i can save them, duh” he snatched the phone from your hands “and also to make sure i’m not in any frame of those”
you raised an eyebrow “you don’t want to be seen in edits with me?”
“no. i don’t want me stealing the attention from the actual show.” he was now scrolling through tiktok, so focused you could think he was actually making a thesis “here, my arm appeared while you were walking to your seat. unacceptable, it ruins your outfit”
oh god, you wanted to kiss him so bad. and maybe throw a rock at him.
watching you from the bench, atsumu leaned over to kiyoomi, stretching on the floor “omi-kun, yer owner looks devastating tonight. all the cameras are practically on ‘er”
sakusa didn’t bother, atsumu was just stating facts “that was the intention, miya”
“is she… wearing fucking prada, omi?” inunaki asked, squinting at your direction.
a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk appeared on kiyoomi’s face “of course, i can’t have her wearing less than that”
“look at him! smiling like a fool! he definitely is enjoying this” hinata called out, pointing accusingly to his friend.
sakusa didn’t even deny it. he just shrugged, standing up from the floor and adjusting his jersey.
“aren’t you bothered they are calling you just her boyfriend, omi?” bokuto asked, genuinely curious.
atsumu chimed in “yeah! ya were the season’s MVP and they were only saying how “y/n-san’s boyfriend is apparently a great player” right before gushing about her outfits on twitter!”
sakusa deadpanned. “i could win the olympics by myself and it wouldn’t matter more than being her boyfriend’”
he said it as it was a universal truth, like there was no room for discussion, so matter-of-factly that his teammates went absolutely silent.
“shit, he is done for”
truth is he was. maybe sakusa kiyoomi, the so called unapproachable and cold hearted player, the emperor of “ugh,” was actually nothing more than a trophy boyfriend gleaming quietly in your delicate but dangerous hands. hands with one very lonely ring finger he, of course, intended to fix soon.
maybe he was just a HAB.
not that he was complaining, anyway.
a/n: just him being head over heels, god, i love my man
