How about Sakusa? -his dearest wife
sakusa kiyoomi falls in love fast, but he gives himself time before he allows himself to fully realize it. because he knows that when the full force of love will hit him, it will hit him with a force he isn’t sure he can take just yet.
it starts in the little things: your hand lingering on his shoulder, his eyes staring into you a bit longer, gaze getting bolder by the second. his heart, another factor that plays into his awakening as well, it beating just loud enough the moment you lean in closer to greet him in the mornings, that sakusa catches himself, terrified at the possibility that you just might hear it over the silence.
but you don’t, he concludes, because you only ever smile after your good morning.
so when the time comes where he finally allows himself to feel the full force that comes with the rush of love, he takes a seat in front of you. still, and frankly a little scared of what’s to come, then holds his breath as you take the seat across him.
“hi,” you say, before you lean forward, chin on the palms of your hands after you tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “kinda surprised you asked me out on a date.”
then before he could scramble a couple words to string together, you laugh.
“i’m glad you did though,” you say, and sakusa feels his own smile stretch across his face because when he exhales, he realizes that he’s breathing easy.
he supposes that love isn’t a crashing kind of epiphany sometimes. because it can be just this.
you, seated across him, a slice of chocolate cake in front of you while a mug of something hot sits in front of him, your eyes sparkling kind, and the feeling that settles in his chest warm.
“hey,” he says, and when you smile, sakusa knows that even if he tried to tell himself he wasn’t in love, your smile would be quick to catch him by the neck either way.
