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ohmykiyo · 10 months

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🪦 title ; "don't be jealous." genre ; fluff, ( hint of angst? idk tbh. ) warnings ; not proofread, lower case intended characters ; sakusa, suna, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, kenma 🗝️ jeilly's notes ; i wanna see a jealous kiyoomi and suna stop it rn. reqs are open!

SAKUSA 's frown deepens as he witnesses you getting along a little too well with his cousin.

the way your eyes glimmer and shine so brightly when talking to him. why did you two look so much better as a couple..? and why did it sting to know that it's true?

you bid komori goodbye with a loose hug, waving happily. you skip away to your boyfriend, who's feeling quite sour about the encounter he had to see with his own two eyes.

"hi, 'yoomi." you hum, tip-toeing to press a small kiss to his cheek which he dodges. sending you a sneer, your heart drops a little.

he tsks, walking ahead and not allowing you to catch up with his quick pace.

your heart started beating, and it started beating fast. i know what this is, you think. you're right, you know. and you know because that is your kiyoomi.

and your kiyoomi has trouble expressing how he feels, so whether he crushes your heart or he throws it away, you'll find it. you'll piece it back together for him to hold all over again.

so you catch up to him.

he thinks you don't notice the slight tremble in his hands, or the hint of sparkle in his glossy eyes.

but you do. of course you do, and you stop him.

you grab his hand, relief washing over you like a wave when he squeezes your hand back. "don't be jealous, i'm yours."

that was all he needed before he was back in your arms indulging in the love and affection you shower him with.

SUNA stares daggers into the back of your head, but you seem to avoid the slight burning sensation of his eyes on you a little too well.

he hates the burning feeling in the back of his throat. and he hates how he's feeling it because he has to watch you enjoy the company of his good friend, osamu.

osamu's teaching you some tips and tricks for your culinary classes you were required to take and suna can't do anything but watch in disbelief.

he doesn't know what's setting him off.. is it the way osamu instructs you gently with his hands hovering over yours, or the way you laugh a little too loudly at his stupid jokes as it rings endlessly in suna's ears.

he scowls, stomping out of the rather empty classroom.

you notice his absence, looking around curiously. you give osamu an apologetic smile, promising him that you owe him one. he lets out a laugh, shooing you away.

you chase after your little boyfriend, catching up in to him in the hallway.

"what's wrong, rin?" you ask, hands grazing over his knuckles gently. he doesn't want to pull away.. but it was a stupid reflex of some sort.

he can't explain the way his heart sinks at your reaction. his groans internally, stopping his quick footsteps before turning to face you.

he sighs, "just go finish up whatever the fuck you're doing in that culinary class."

he waves you away dismissively, stuffing his hands in his pockets before trying to make a depressing getaway.

you let out a small breath. "don't be jealous, rin."

he gets taken aback by your sudden remark.

he also lets out a little huff before turning around once more to reach your figure.

"was not jealous, excuse you." he grumbles, leaning his head into your shoulder.

your hand comes up to scratch gently at his scalp, "lie all you want," you pause, hand moving to cup his cheek. "i'm all yours either way."

ATSUMU shouldn't let his pettiness get the best of him. but he can't help but grumble every five fucking seconds because you're busy tending to kita and helping him with his stupid "captain duties".

the way you scuttle around the court, kita noticeably beside you, carrying heavy bottles for you and holding your clipboard.

he lets out an exasperated sigh, which osamu and suna finally acknowledge.

"could ya shut the fuck up?" osamu groans, slapping his brother's empty fucking skull.

suna snorts, recording the incident. "why so sappy, atsumu?"

the blonde only grumbles, talking his shit like usual and telling the annoying duo to "fuck off" and to "leave him the fuck alone".

they snort uncontrollably, opting to skip away from the ticking time bomb beside them.

atsumu was not getting any better. when he witnesses kita lay a hand on your shoulder, he sees red.

"kita!" he shouts from across the court, almost speeding to your side.

you look confused, moving your figure to face him. "'tsum? you oka-"

he grabs kita by the collar of his jersey, getting all up in his face. you huff exasperatedly, slapping your clipboard onto the dumb blonde's head which causes him to release kita who is standing there with a blank gaze.

"kita, you alright?" you ask, examining him, he nods at you before you before turning to atsumu with a darkened glare.

you drag your boyfriend away, lecturing him the whole time.

pinching the bridge of your nose, you look at him disappointedly. "did you have to harass your fucking captain like that?"

he shrugs. "he touched ma girl. didn't like that."

your eyes widen, not with disbelief but more with rage. "are fuck fucking stupid? there was a god damn spiderweb on my shoulder."

now his eyes widened, turning red in embarrassment. he mumbles a low apology, turning away from your burning glare.

"'tsum, for a smart setter, you're stupid." you groan, massaging your temple. "don't be jealous, alright? i'm all yours even when you're just plain annoying."

he lets out a little snort, it's laced with a bit of guilt, but you don't have to know that. he grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm while mumbling more apologies for his stupid behavior.

OSAMU watches intently as you chat away with his airhead of a brother.

he notices the things you do not. he sees the sneaky touches that atsumu does, like rubbing off a couple crumbs at the corner of your lip. or the way he leans into you slightly when you say something funny.

he notices it all, and it's rubbing him in the wrong direction.

he's in the kitchen, watching it all go down in the living room as his patience thins more and more.

he's gripping his glass of water so hard he doesn't notice the way his knuckles turn white. yet, he notices the way atsumu moves a stray hair out of your face as your eyes never leave the tv.

he loses it.

"atsumu, get yer fuckin' hands off of y/n if ya still wanna see the sun tomorrow." he growls.

atsumu's eyes widen, immediately getting up to hide behind you. "y/n, yer man's tryna kill me! save ma ass!"

"okay, princess, that's enough." you shove him off.

getting up to cool your grandpa of a boyfriend down. you grab his arm as he's still visibly fuming over the encounter.

"what's with you, 'samu?" you ask, opening the door to his room before shutting it quietly.

the gray-head grumbles a bit, refusing to give you an answer.

you sit him down on his bed as you kneel to his level to make sure his eyes are on you. his eyes stay trained on his knees, refusing to acknowledge your efforts to comfort his sorry ass.

your hands caress his thigh, looking up at him gently. "talk to me, babe."

he finally caves, "didn't like the way 'tsum was touchin' ya."

you smile. you move up to sit beside him on his bed, hands going straight to his hair. you thread through the soft locks, allowing him to ease up. "you jealous, baby?"

he senses your teasing tone and rolls his eyes. "maybe. no. never been jealous, who d'ya think yer talkin' to?" he scoffs.

"don't be jealous, 'samu. you're my favorite twin." you grin.

he hides the red tinting his cheeks and the small grin on his lips by diving into the crook of your neck.

KUROO eavesdrops attentively as you converse with your old friends in karasuno.

he wasn't the type to eavesdrop. you have your own business and he doesn't need to know every bit and piece, but he couldn't help but watch the dark-headed setter as he blushes at your every word, inching closer to your figure.

he sees everything. and he hates it. he can't possibly fathom the idea of you leaving him for that first year.

he struts up to your group confidently, looming over your figure and the setter from karasuno.

you immediately notice his presence, an even bigger smile making its way to your lips.

"oh, kags, this is kuroo, he's the captain of nekoma." she beams.

kageyama, the setter, only gives him a stiff nod and kuroo expects more from you, like why would you leave out the part where you call him your boyfriend?

kuroo clears his throat, "i'm also y/n's boyfriend, nice to meet you."

he seriously had to emphasize "boyfriend" before extending out an arm which kageyama hesitantly shakes before pulling away quickly.

"yeah. nice to meet you too." he mumbles, trailing off.

the raven-head finally bids you goodbye, walking in a fast pace back to his team.

you turn to kuroo to give him an unimpressed look. "really? did you seriously get jealous over a first year?"

he smiles guiltily, "maybe?"

you roll your eyes, walking away from his tall figure. he only follows you around like a lost puppy, whining every few minutes.

you probably walk around for a good ten minutes, trying to get rid of this over-sized cat following you around stupidly.

"okay, jesus christ. what?" you snap after he whines loudly for the 7th time.

he pouts, causing his cheeks to puff out slightly. you hold in the urge to pinch his cheek. "i'm sorryyy, y/n."

his frown deepens as you sigh. "don't be jealous, tetsu." you glance at him, finally caving as you pinch his cheek. "i prefer guys with bedhead hair." you tease.

he groans out a little "hey!" and a small "not funny, babe." before walking you to class, an arm wrapped snug around your waist.

KENMA taps away on his phone, eager to beat the level he's been struggling on for days. his eyes don't make their way to you, so he doesn't realize the event happening before him.

kuroo leans over your seated figure, helping you with chemistry homework. his fingers trace over the words in the textbook, explaining the formula and going over your mistakes.

kenma finally looks up, eyes narrowing at the sight.

"what are you doing, kuroo?" he asks, his voice quiet and soft.

kuroo looks behind him for a short moment, before shifting his attention back onto you. "just helping y/n with chemistry."

kenma's eyesbrows raise hesitantly, rolling his eyes before playing his game.

he's quickly distracted by the series of laughs and giggles, he wasn't exactly annoyed at the laughter alone.. he was annoyed that you and his best friend are enjoying each other's company a little too much.

he grumbles lowly, "keep it down.."

you manage to make out a little "sorry, kozu" in the midst of the laughter.

kenma's expression sours as he sees kuroo lean a little too close to you.

he gets frustrated, putting his phone away and getting up to grab you by the wrist and pull you away from the rooster-head beside you.

"quit cozying up to kuroo." he grunts, finally letting go of your wrist.

you snort, "i wasn't..?"

he only rolls his eyes, nestling beside you and being a little more clingy than usual.

"you so were."

"i so wasn't."

"you were."

"you jealous?"

he pauses. sneering at you with a huff. "'m not."

you laugh lightly. "don't be jealous. you're the only one who'd help me beat the enderman in minecraft."

he rolls his eyes with a smile, "anything for you."

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Being MSBY's Manager

Relationship Troubles with Sakusa

Sakusa Kiyoomi featuring MSBY x Female Manager

Warnings: Swearing (mom drops the f bomb alot 😅 we shall call it a "sentence enhancer" 💅🏼), Sakusa being an absolute ass, major angst to fluff, Sakusa is toxic but I'm making him work on himself 🥰, suggestive ending

A/N: I 💙 emotional pain 🥲 so let's do Sakusa! A big shout out to Gen Z anon for helping me with the ending 😘

Ope 😶

I think we are about to really feel this one

Sakusa can be a little... brash

He's a Pisces/Aries cusp- two very emotional signs

And I totally see him being a "tell it like it is" type character

So being his partner might be kind of tough

I do think this man loves just as hard as Bokuto and Atsumu- but he definitely needs time to himself

I mean we all do- self 👏🏻 care 👏🏻

So let's get into this heartbreak shall we 🙃

First off, you met him at some random place ✋🏻

Sakusa probably isn't the type to date online

But 👀 hear me out

You are in the laundromat doing your laundry

You had just graduated and moved to a new city

Your ex boyfriend, a complete POS, had found you clingy and annoying

Spoiler alert: you aren't, men just suck 😒

He had cheated on you numerous times because he said you were "too needy and not giving enough in return" 🙄

Can we all say Toxic?

Your friends told you it wasn't true and you knew it wasn't

But your past relationship had really affected you

So you decided to start anew in a brand new city 🙌🏻

Honestly goals!

You have a load going and decide to clean out the lint traps of some of the dryers

I mean 1) it's a fire hazard 2) it's just a nice thing to do 🤗

And that's our sweet bby YN

A gorgeous, sweet, caring woman who always wants to help

While you're throwing the lint away, you see a tall man, wearing a mask watching you

He has gorgeous dark curly hair and dark eyes

And his dark eyes lock on yours

You gulp and blush because like, someone's watching you AND he's hot 🥵

Being Sakusa he walks up to you

"What are you doing?"- Sakusa

You 👉🏻 👁👄👁 huh-

"Why are you cleaning the lint traps out? That's not your job"- Sakusa

Ok then- forward much?

"Oh I- I uh like to do nice things. And you never know, it could make someone's life a little easier"- you smiling up at the tall man

He totally just narrows his eyes at you- and turns to leave

Ok then 😐

You turn and walk back to your clothes, moving them from the washer to the dryer

You proceed to wipe down the washer you used with a sanitizing wipe

Again, we are in a pandemic and it's just nice to do!

Sakusa gets up, approaching you again

"Now what are you doing?"- he questions, looming over you

You look up at him, eyes widening 😳

"Uh I'm wiping down the washer I used"- you answering the question

"I didn't know people did that"- Sakusa looking at you

"Well most don't but it just seems hygienic to me. Like common sense I guess"-you shrug

"Mind if I have some of those wipes"- Sakusa asks, mouth still covered by his mask

"Of course! Help yourself"- you hand them to him as you turn to continue your crusade

Sakusa is intrigued by you

An absolutely stunning women doing laundry alone in the laundry mat

Yet you take time out of you day to help others 💙

When your laundry is dry, you take it out and begin to fold it

"Why are you doing laundry in a laundromat alone? Isn't that dangerous?"- Sakusa blurts out, still watching you

"Umm well I don't think it's any more dangerous than walking thought a convince store. I mean there is cameras. Plus I start a new job tomorrow and I need clean clothes"- you say, shrugging as you fold your leggings, putting them in the basket

"Yeah but still anything could happen. I mean you are a stunning women"- Sakusa

Honestly fire signs are way to blunt for our own good

It enters our brain and comes right out our mouths 🙃

"Well thank you, you are a very good looking man as well"- You, winking 😉 at Sakusa

Please this makes him smile behind his mask 😫😫😫

You pack up your clothing and turn to face Sakusa

"Well it was nice meeting you-"

"Sakusa- Sakusa Kiyoomi"

"Kiyoomi, I'm LN YN!! Good luck with your laundry"- you say smiling as you walk out of the laundrymat

Smooth YN, Smooth 😏

Sakusa debates for a few minutes if he should go ask for your number

He ultimately decides not too

But believe me when I say he kicks himself over and over again for not doing it

However, lucky for him, I'm writing this 🙌🏻

And in my world, we grant 🎆 second changes 🎆

Which is EXACTLY what happens 🤩

Sakusa walks into training the next morning tired

He was beating himself up last night for not asking you for your number

He may of thought of a plan or two to try and find you again

Which included swinging by the laundromat daily to check for you

And/or leaving a note on the laundromat bulletin board addressed to you

He thought about it as he stepped into the locker room, hearing Atsumu talking

God it was too early for that 😒

"Did you guys see the new manager? She's hot as hell!"- Atsumu

"Don't even think about it Sumu, Captain already said she's off limits"- Barnes said laughing from his locker

"Hey a man can dream right Omi?"- Atsumu says as Sakusa set his gear down

"Dream big Sumu"- Sakusa said as Bokuto and Hinata came leaping into the locker room

"New manager day!"- Bokuto shouted

"Please take it easy on this one Bo. We'd like to keep her for more than a week"- Inunaki said walking out into the gym

Sakusa changed and made his way out to the gym

He say Meian talking to a women who was facing away from the team

Her hair streamed down her back as she looked up and laughed at something Meian had said

The men lined up as Meian addressed the group, the woman turning around

Holy shit- 😳

Her eyes widened when they met his and he couldn't help but smile

Yn Ln, the weird laundromat girl, was their new manager 😱

The interaction was not missed by Thomas who elbowed Sakusa

"Hey Omi, you know her?"- Thomas probed

"Wait Omi knows that hotty?"- Hinata

Sakusa glared at Hinata as YN approaches him

"Kiyoomi! How nice to see you again. I didn't know you played for MSBY?"- you asked, your smile so bright it almost blinded everyone in the gym

Pure perfection YN 💅🏼

"Yeah, I'm a uh- wing spiker. I didn't know you were a manager?" Sakusa questioned, rubbing the back of his neck

"Yeah I was for my college team! I just graduated a few months ago and this job came up and I figured I'd try for it! I'm so glad we will be working together"- You, so excited and bubbly

"Wow that's awesome"- Sakusa says, smiling down at you

Please all the guys are like 👁👄👁

They've never seem their Omi Omi so happy before

During training, you proved yourself worthy of the title of MSBY's Manager

Practice was ending and Atsumu was still serving

You step under the net and get in position

Everyone watches you in fascination as you get in a receiving position

"Umm- YN what you are doing?"- Meian asks, curious

"Yeah YN, don't you know my serves are deadly"- Atsumu 💅🏼

You just roll you eyes 🙄

"Trust me Atsumu, I'll be fine. Just send it up"- you, getting a perfect receiving stance

The guys all watch you, Sakusa intrigued but also nervous

"Suit yourself YN"- Atsumu says sending up the ball and slamming it into the opposite court

Only it doesn't hit the floor 👀

Because you pulled off a perfect receive, sending it right to where the setter would be

"Holy shit YN that was incredible!"- Hinata shouts as he runs towards you

Sakusas eyes widen and his mouth gapes

Man just fell harder for our Queen 🥰

"I'm betting YN use to play. Libero perhaps?"- Inunaki announced

"You caught me"- you laugh putting your hands up

"That's so cool YN!!! Did you ever make it to nationals??"- Bokuto

"We did, my third year! We were in the top 8 but then got eliminated unfortunately"- you ask smiling at the fond memory

Sakusa walked over to join the team who was now surrounding you

"Atsumu that is one wicked serve you got there"- you, looking at a now sulking Atsumu

"I can't believe you received that"- Sumu said as he looked at you with narrow eyes

You just shrug and smile

"Ok ok- practice is over. Time to get out so YN can do her job"- Meian says, ushering the men to the locker rooms

Sakusa watched you as you went about your duties, taking down the nets and cleaning the floor

It was obvious you were a pro when it came to cleanliness and your job

"God she's even hotter than I imagined she'd be"- Atsumu said, taking off his sweat dampened shirt

Pls at this point I'm writing drabble/hcs and turning it into soft-core smut 🤣

"I wonder if she has a boyfriend"- Hinata

"Nope- she's single"- Meian said interrupting

"And you would know because..."- Thomas

Please Meian is one of those guys you just instantly trust 🤚🏻

I'd spill all my secrets to that man without a second thought

Meian shrugged "she just told me she moved here alone a few months ago. A bad relationship or something"

"Damn well maybe I'll ask her if she's interested in seeing the town"- Atsumu

Before anyone could say anything, Sakusa walks up to Atsumu

Stared him dead in the eyes 😐 and says "stay away from her Miya"

Possessive men am I right 🥵🥵🥵

Please these nosey bitches are like ope- 👀

"Does Omi have a little crush?"- Bokuto

Please Sakusa glares at him and it makes Bokuto so nervous 😅

"Alright alright, Sumu stay away from YN. And Sakusa-" Meian says looking at him

"Don't kill Atsumu"

Please Sakisa grabs his towel, walking to shower saying "I make no promises" ✌🏻

Over the next few weeks, you got accustomed to your job as MSBY's Manager

You learned the quirks of the guys, their likes and dislikes

You realized that Bokuto needs constant praise or you'll be dealing with emo mode

And Bokuto emo mode is the WORST

Please Bokuto laid, face down on the gym floor for 2 hours after practice because he kept getting blocked

You had to drag him across the floor in order to clean said floor 🤣

You also learned a lot about the guys eating habits

You'd often have to set timers to make the guys get off the court to eat

"Ok time for lunch" you announce as Sakusa, Meian, Barnes, Thomas and Inunaki come off the court

"Sumu, Shoyo and Kotaro, I'm talking to you three! Get off now!"- you say, hands on your hips, mom voice radiating

"Make me"- Atsumu

Please, move over Iwaizumi because there's a new sheriff in town 💅🏼

You whip a volleyball straight at Atsumu as it hits him, causing him to fall forward

"Ouch YN"- Sumu

You channeling Dadchi 👇🏻

Please Atsumu practically trips running from the gym

"Geez YN's a bad ass"- Inunaki says as you walk by

You do a hair flip and walk out

Please these boys are SO WHIPPED

Sakusa especially 😏

He would love a partner who can handle themselves and Atsumu

As the weeks continue into the regular season, you start to get more busy

The Adlers and MSBY are scheduled to have a practice match this afternoon and you are so excited 🤗

You are bouncing about, hair in a cute high ponytail as you go about your duties

"YN in leggings is my new favorite view"- Thomas says as the team watches you fill up water bottles in your leggings and MSBY t-shirt

Sakusa glares at Thomas who just smirks back 😏

Please these boys would never infringe on their teammate

But that doesn't mean they can't annoy them a little 🙃

Sakusa would happily admit your outfit is one of the highlights of his day

But then again, everything you do is Sakusa's favorite 😍

Please this man is such a simp for you I CANNOT 🤚🏻

But as much as this man had been crushing on you, he hasn't worked up the nerve to ask you out

Part of him doesn't want to make it awkward if you say no

You'd definitely NEVER decline YN let's be real

But also, Sakusa is a bit self-concious of his social skills

I mean, he knows you're easy to get along with

But like what if you don't find him as charming

Even thought you have numerous conversations during practice 🤔

And you always sit next to him at meetings

And stand next to him on the sidelines 🤨

😐 can it be more obvious that you like this man!?!

He's like 92% sure you like him, still he's nervous

So let's give him a little push shall we 🙃

A push in the form of a certain stoic member from the Adlers 👀

Because you see, I think Sakusa would really be bothered by Ushijima

Like he'd see him as a true rival

So when the Adlers show up for a practice match, and Sakusa sees Ushijima watching his YN

Yes HIS 😤

All bets are off!

Mans will be glaring 😑

At this point, it's clear that Sakusa has a huge crush on you

But also, you only have eyes for Sakusa 😍

Sure Ushi is good looking but Sakusa stole your heart from the first look at the laundromat

Ushijima walks up to you and introduces himself

He's just that type of a guy ok 🤚🏻

"Hello, I'm Ushijima and you must be YN? It's very nice to meet you"- 😐 Ushijima

"Hi!!! Its so awesome to meet you finally!"- you 🤪🤸‍♀️

Sakusa does not like this one bit

Once again, you have zero interest in anyone but Sakusa

Not even Meian has caught your eye

Honestly what is wrong with you YN istg- 😐

Anyways, the teams settle and you begin your work

You notice Sakusa is watching you alot

Particularly when a certain someone is near 👀

"YN might you be able to fill this up for me please?"- Ushijima handing YN his bottle and accidently skimming his hand with yours 👀

Ohhh Omi is NOT happy about that!

Please something about that act alone just pushes Sakusa over the edge 😅

Sakusa will march up behind you and just loom

"Can't you do it yourself? You're use to not having a manager"- Sakusa 😑

🌳 🐜 🌳

👆🏻you right now YN

"I merely asked YN if she could, if she's unable to that is also fine"- Ushijima, still just as stoic as ever 😐

"Kiyoomi knock it off! Ushijima I would be happy to help"- you, glaring as Sakusa and turning your head to face Ushijima

You walk off shaking your head, wandering what would prompt Sakusa to behave like that

Sakusa full on growls at Ushijima

Yes G R O W L S

Again, possessive men 😏

When you return, you walk into a heated rally happening between the teams

Nobody is letting the ball even come close to hitting the floor

Suddenly, Ushijima spikes the ball and it deflects off Inunaki's arms

"YN! Watch out!"- Barnes, yelling as you see the ball headed right for you

You scream and try to cover as fast as you can only to be tackled to the ground by Sakusa right as the ball slams past you

"Shit YN, are you ok?"- Sakusa says, bracing himself over you as he tries not to put his weight on you

You peek out from behind your arms, eyes wide as you lightly shake your head

Sakusa grabs you and pulls you close, lightly kissing the top of your head as he holds you

🥺🥺 please I'm such a sap

"YN I'm so sorry! I thought I had a handle on it"- Inunaki says running up to you

"It's ok! I should have been watching more"- you say, still in Sakusa embrace

Please that mans never letting you go again

"YN my apologies for hitting the ball so hard"- Ushijima says walking up to you

Sakusa pulls you up and in close to his chest and glares at Ushijima

"It's ok Ushi, I know you didn't mean to"- You, now holding onto Sakusa

"Come on Yn let's get your checked out"- Sakusa says, pulling you away from the group as he guides you to the office

Sakusa picks you up, sitting you on the exam table as you speak

"Omi really I'm- hmmpf" you say before your words are literally taken away by Sakusa himself planting his lips right on yours

He moves away, his forehead going to yours as you both breath

When he backs away, he looks at you and says "now let's get your checked out"

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 ok-

Seriously what just happened??

I have no idea, you have no idea, hell idk if Sakusa even knows 🤣

"Kiyoomi, what was that?"- you finally asking the big question

"Something I should have done at the laundromat a long time ago"- Sakusa, putting his hands on your face and kissing you again

Please say less sir 😫

After that, your relationship with Sakusa just kind of happened

I mean, you would hang out during practice and after practice

Kissing and other things 👀

Like playing volleyball 🙃

I know what you all were thinking 😏

Sakusa wasn't much for PDA which was honestly fine with you

Like he would hold your hand after practice sometimes or kiss your forehead inbetween sets

When Atsumu was annoying you, Sakusa would assert his dominance and lay his claim

"Atsumu leave my girlfriend alone before I spike a ball right in your face"- Sakusa, about to channel Iwaizumi for moral support

Your nights were spent most of the time with Sakusa, either at your place or his

You told him all about your previous relationship and why you had moved

Sakusa was very understanding and supportive of you

You had established a great routine 👏🏻

Honestly it was perfect

Until it wasn't 🙃

Because we are here to shatter dreams and break hearts

It happened gradually

You could tell Sakusa was getting frustrated during practice

He would withdraw from you and the team

He wasn't able to hit as many spikes, his receives were off

He was just having a rough time

You figured it was the stress of the olympic try outs approaching

He has told you that this was his one chance to make it big and to compete with the best

He was working so hard and you knew it

Unfortunately, all your efforts at trying to help him, only set him off more

"Hey Omi, why don't you take a break?"- you suggested after another failed spike

"I can't just sit on my ass all day like you YN, I have to practice if I'm going to make the Olympic team"- Sakusa, glaring at you as he turns to walk back to the line

Ouch ☹️

Hinata notices your eyes dampen as he looks from Sakusa to you

"Hey YN-" he starts to say as you stand up

"Im going to do some office work. I forgot I have some- uh some papers to fill out"- you say, forcing a smile as you turn to run to the office

The next day, you arrive at the gym to see Sakusa serving

You walk in and wave at him just as he's tossing the ball up, causing him to hit it straight into the net

"FOR FUCKS SAKES YN CANT YOU SEE IM BUSY?"- Sakusa says yelling at you

You flinch as your eyes widen

"Im- I'm sorry Omi-" you, apologizing for something you don't need to apologize for

Sakusa ignores you as he goes back to the end line, tossing up another ball

Atsumu and Bokuto watch your lip quiver as you run go the office, shutting the door behind you

They look at Sakusa who looks back at them

"What are you two looking at?"- Sakusa

"You're such a jerk Omi"- Bokuto, walking away as Atsumu shakes his head

Sakusa rolls his eyes and goes back to serving

Honestly how hard is it for you to just leave him alone 🙄

Oh idk Omi try communicating 🗣

Men istg-

A week goes by and you've seen the bare minimum of Sakusa

You've asked him over for dinner, out for dinner, over to watch TV, offered to help him practice

He's done nothing but said "not today YN" all week

It's made you feel unwanted and unloved

All you want is a little time with your man

Is that too much to ask?

Spoiler alert: it's not

Thankfully today is Friday and you are determined to have time with Kiyoomi

He promised you a few weeks ago you'd go to see a movie you've been dying to see

You bounce into work, excited and ready for the day

The Adlers are coming for a practice match

You fill water bottles, ready towels and prepare as the Adlers arrive

You run up to greet them and help everyone settle

"You are in a cheery mood today YN?"- Kageyama says

"I am!! It's Friday and I'm so excited for the weekend!"- You, bouncing with joy

Please how could anyone be mean to our precious YN!

Sakusa has yet to say anything to you as you bop around the gym, getting ready

You can't help but feel a little unwanted but you hope after the match, Sakusa's mood with change

Honestly it's a pipe dream YN 😔

The matches start and Sakusa just isn't on his game

He's hitting out of bounds, his serves are crap and his receives just aren't it

You sigh as the second set ends, while MSBY won, you notice how angry Sakusa is

You decide to see if there is anything you can do to help

Because that's who you are YN

Our sweet angel bby who is always here to help

"Hey Omi, you did great out there"- You, trying to encourage our little germaphobe

Sakusa doesn't say anything, he just glares at you

You decide to proceed

"Hey, don't look so down. We can go have dinner tonight and to the movies. It will be so fun-" you, right before your world shatters

"Will you just SHUT UP YN!"- Sakusa, screaming at you

You flinch, backing up as your eyes widen

The gym suddenly quiets

The Adlers and MSBY watching you

"Omi, I'm-"

"Yeah yeah YN I know! You're sorry! Well how about instead of being an annoying fucking baby like you constantly are why don't you try actually helping me and leave me the fuck alone!"- Sakusa, now getting in your space as you keep backing up

"Kiyoomi, please-" you say, tears filling your eyes

"You know Yn, I get it now. I understand why your ex fucking up and left you. You are so annoying and clingy that it's almost impossible to deal with! You literally can't do anything on your own without needing some kind of attention! God it's exhausting being around you!"- Sakusa, now heaving and yelling as your body goes numb

Your eyes brimming with tears, some now falling as your heart shatters in front of not only MSBY but the Adlers as well

"SAKUSA ENOUGH!"- Meian yells as Sakusa looks down as you, his anger brimming as your heartbroken state hits him

With your tears falling, your look to see the players staring at your and Sakusa

Your face heats with embarrassment as you feel your body break down

You run past Sakusa and the guys as you start crying, the sounds of your sadness filling the gym

"Fuck"- Atsumu says running after you as Bokuto and Hinata follow

"What in the hell was that!"- Hirugami says as Meian glares at Sakusa, crossing his arms over his broad chest

"Sakusa your a fucking asshole"- Inunaki says walking past Sakusa out the door to find you

Ushijima stares at Sakusa before he shakes his head

"You don't deserve YN Sakusa"- Ushijima says, the words hitting Sakusa right in the chest

Sakusa's emotions are all over as he walks past the teams, heading to grab his things

Meanwhile, you run from the gym to the parking lot to find your car

You sit down, your eyes flowing with tears as you start to shake and cry frantically

How could Kiyoomi say such horrible things to you?

How could he stoop so low as to point out your biggest insecurities?

He knew exactly how much your relationship with your ex affected you and there he was, throwing it in your face

You put your head on the steering wheel, crying uncontrollably as you turn the car on

Just as you look up, you see Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata running towards you with Ushijima and Inunaki behind

"YN come on you can't drive"- Atsumu, trying to open your car door

"Just leave me alone Atsumu"- you, crying harder as Hinata and Bokuto watch

"YN please let one of us take you home at the very least"- Inunaki says, managing to open your side door

"Please just leave me alone. I'm so embarrassed. Those things he said-" your tears are now flowing uncontrollably, your body shaking

"YN please don't be embarrashed. None of this was your fault"- Bokuto, his hair deflated

Our sweet little empath 🥺

"He knew about my biggest insecurities and he just threw them right in my face! Right in front of everyone"- you say, crying harder as you gasp for air

"YN come on- its not safe for you to drive right now"- Inunaki says as he reaches for you

You look up at him, tears streaming down your face

"Please, please just leave me alone"- you say whispering

Their hearts break for you as they watch helplessly as you cry in your car

"Maybe we should just back off?"- Hinata

"Yeah I don't think she's going anywhere"- Ushijima says, standing back

"If you need us YN, we'll be inside ok? But please don't drive right now"- Atsumu

You nod a little, the numbness of everything hitting you hard as the men give you one final glance before returning inside

Meanwhile, Sakusa is in the locker room gathering his gear and shoving it in his bag

He grabbed a quick shower and is ready to leave

One thing about Sakusa is that he definitely knows he overreacted

He also knows what he said to you was not ok

But he's not going to apologize until he's fully ready

Because he knows he needs to mean it and think it over

Dick move? Absolutely but at the same time, a half assed apology doesn't mean shit

And he's still mad

He can hear the guys talking in the gym as he throws his bag over his shoulder

"Is she ok?"- Meian says

"She's sitting in her car, she won't let us take her home but we also don't want her to drive"- Atsumu

"Poor girl, what the hell got into Sakusa?"- Romero

"Who the hell knows but man was he ever a fucking dick!"- Hoshiumi says

Sakusa's heard enough as he walks out into the gym and past his team mates who pay him no mind

He walks into the parking lot, straight to his car

The problem is his car is parked right next to yours...

However when he approaches he only sees your car and not you

Deciding he can't be bothered right now, he leaves, heading home

Meanwhile, Atsumu receives a text from you saying you took the train home

You knew it wasn't safe to drive but you couldn't stay there any longer

You knew if you saw Omi come out, you'd cry even more

Once at home, you lock your doors, shut your blinds and crawl into bed

You spend most of the sleepless night crying and replaying the awful words Sakusa said to you in your mind

The next morning, you get up and make coffee, mopping around your apartment

Your phone has been going non-stop with incoming texts from the team making sure your ok

You opt to write a short message and shut your phone off

After a long weekend of crying and thinking, you decide the best thing you can do is hold you head high and walk into the gym with dignity

Because we will NOT let a man define our worth!

You get dressed, do your best to look presentable and head to work

You pull into the parking lot, parking as far away from Sakusa's car as you can

You notice him sitting inside, watching as you get out and make your way to the gym

Little do you know that Sakusa has spent all weekend thinking about the huge mistake he made

He barely slept, choosing to spend most of his time at the gym or running to try to distract himself

He realizes what he's done and how big of an ass he was

But still, apologizing doesn't come easy to Kiyoomi

Once in the gym, you go about your daily tasks

You try to act like nothings wrong but you admit it's hard seeing Sakusa

You try and ignore his presence

He only looks at you, but has yet to approach

And he probably won't 😔

"Hey YN, can you help toss up for spiking please?"- Meian

"Sure"- you say smiling as you take your position to toss

The guys line up beside you as you toss

When Sakusa comes up to spike, he watches you intently

You however, ignore him 💅🏼

As 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 should 👏🏻

Because you see, the anger is now starting to set in

How fucking rude and unwarranted Sakusa's comments towards you were

You toss the ball up as Atsumu sets and Omi spikes

"Nice kill"- you say as you prepare for the next spiker

Sakusa looks at you as you go about your duties

That night, you pick up your bag and head out of the gym

You say goodnight to the team as you make your way to your car

You can see Sakusa watching you from his car but you say nothing and quickly get in, driving off

Honestly ignoring Sakusa is probably going to irritate him the most

Again, AS 👏🏻 IT 👏🏻 SHOULD 👏🏻

The week goes by and you have zero interaction with Sakusa

You still miss him and care very much for him

But that doesn't mean his words didn't hurt

Sakusa on the other hand, is going insane 🙃

He was actually waiting to see if you gave him anything to work with

And YN gave nothing 👏🏻

You gave him no chance to speak with him alone, you barely even glanced at him all week

Honestly, he doesn't blame you

He's starting to realize how badly he fucked up and the man is suffering now

Good! Let him suffer!

The following Monday, Sakusa decides he's had enough

He misses you and the man is willing to admit he's done FUCKED UP 👏🏻

Unfortunately for him, it's too late

He steps out of his car only to see you hugging Ushijima at the entrance to the front of the gym

Oh the rage he is feeling right now 🤬

He's about ready to blow

But then you laugh at something Ushijima says

And your smile just digs the knife penetrating his cold heart deeper

You're vibrant smile and beautiful eyes that Sakusa has grown to love so much

Only you're now giving it to another man

Please we are about to see some jealous Sakusa

Sakusa is going to get out of his car, rage walk up to Ushijima and shove him away from you

"Get away from my girl"- Sakusa says, pushing Ushijima

Ushijima barely budges

Mans is a brick wall 🧱

"Kiyoomi what the hell?"- you getting in between Ushijima and Sakusa

"Back the fuck off of YN- she's mine!"- Sakusa growls as he pushes into you getting into Ushijima's face

"Kiyoomi stop it!"- you now shouting

Atsumu, Kageyama and Bokuto come rushing cover and pull Sakusa back

Please Ushijima is just like 🧍‍♂️😐 the whole time

I can NOT 😫

"Sakusa what the hell man?"- Bokuto

"Omi dude chill out"- Atsumu

"I was merely talking to YN Sakusa"- Ushijima

"Talking my ass! I saw you hugging her!"- Sakusa

"It wasn't anything more than a hug Kiyoomi! And I'll have you know as far as I'm concerned, we are no longer together so what I do and with whom I do it is my business and my business only!"- our queen asserting her dominance

"The hell we aren't! We never broke up YN! Just because I'm an idiot and said some stupid shit-" Sakusa

But oh no no no, YN is not letting this happen

"NO! You don't get to come over here and barge in on my personal life when you made it VERY FUCKING CLEAR Kiyoomi that I'm a burden on your life! I will absolutely not stand here and take that shit from you or any man! I trusted you and YOU KNEW! You knew what I went through. And you threw it right in my fucking face in front of everyone!"- You now screaming

GIVE IT TO HIM BBY! RIP HIS HEAD OFF!!

Bokuto, Atsumu and Kageyama are scared 😅

Ushijima is just like 🧍‍♂️ 😳

And Sakusa, well Sakusa is breaking apart

Because everything you said, every single word is true

And he knows it

You're eyes start to fill with tears as you stomp your way into the gym, slamming the doors behind you

Seriously nobody better get in the way of YN

Our bby is on the war path

Sakusa doesn't say anything, he just stands there stunned and broken

The full effect of his words are now hitting him

The fact that there is no fixing this and that you are done

How could he have taken you for granted?

How could he have treated you this way?

Sakusa says nothing as he makes his way into the gym and prepares for practice

The next few days, Sakusa is on auto mode

Spike, sleep, eat, repeat

Literally he doesn't deviate, he says nothing to anyone and has completely withdrawn from the team

You have also pulled away from the team

It's become increasingly uncomfortable for everyone

Finally, Meian decides he needs to intervene

After practice, Sakusa is sitting in the locker room, packing up his bag

"Team meeting"- Meian says as Barnes, Thomas, Inunaki, Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata surround him

"About what?"- Sakusa, oblivious

"It's time you swallow you pride and get your girl back"- Barnes

"Yeah, honestly I'm sick of sappy Sakusa"- Atsumu

Sakusa glares at Atsumu but says nothing

"Come on dude. You and YN are fucking miserable without each other"- Inunaki

"You heard her! She's done with me. And honestly I don't fucking blame her. I'm the biggest asshole ever"- Sakusa, deflated more than Bokuto during a bad emo mode

"Well then you need to do whatever you can to win her back! Beg on your knees if you have too"- Thomas says

Sakusa is so deflated

Pls Bokuto's emo modes have nothing on this man's current state 🤚🏻

"But what if she doesn't want me back? I mean I really fucked up guys. Like REALLY"- Sakusa

"Then you learn from it. Listen, you love YN right?"- Barnes

"Yeah- yeah I do"- Sakusa, finally admitting he's deeply in love with you

"And YN is in love with you, trust me. You've got alot of work to do but you need to prove to YN that you are willing to change"- Barnes

Sakusa nods and stands up

He knows he has to make this right in any way he can

Now I don't think simply apologizing in this situation is enough

Sakusa was a complete ass and said some really hurtful things

I also think he knows this and he's willing to do what he can to change

Even if it means attending therapy to help him deal better with his emotions

Honestly we love when people take accountability for their actions 👏🏻

If you make a mistake, you fix it! And that's what Sakusa wants to do

He makes an appointment with a therapist for the following week and goes to work on his plan to win you back

Meanwhile, your heart is slowly healing

You love Sakusa and that's just not going to go away anytime soon

He's been helping you process and deal with your fight with Sakusa

You've found a great friend and companion in Ushijima

Your relationship is strictly platonic and honestly, Ushijima is fine with that 👌🏻

Ushijima is one of those logical guys

He can see things from both sides and provide a very honest and unbiased opinion

At your apartment, you cook as Ushijima sits and talks with you

It's become a weekly thing that you and Ushijima hang out, making dinner and chatting

Tonight, you are making homemade Ramen

Ushijima is sitting at the table as you bring the bowls over

Unfortunately for you, you trip, sending the bowls tumbling on you and Ushijima

"Oh shit! Omg Im so sorry Wakatoshi! Are you burnt?"- You, tearing up because you messed up

"YN I'm fine, are you ok?- Ushijima

"🥺 I keep messing up Waka, no wonder Omi said the things he did"- you, now crying as you sit down at the table

"YN, Sakusa was a complete jerk. And while I know he is stressed, it doesn't ever give him the right to say those things. You did not mess up YN. It was an accident"- Ushijima

You sniffle and nod your head

"I have to clean this up. I think Omi left a shirt here that you can borrow for now. I'm going to go and change"- you, getting up and going to your room

Ushijima remives his shirt, revealing his muscles and broad chest

You pay no mind because Ushijima isn't Sakusa

It's fine YN, move aside and I shall oogle on your behalf 😍🥵

When you are changing, the doorbell rings

Ushijima answers it as you emerge from your room, wearing a crop top and shorts

On the other side is Sakusa 👀

Now remember, Ushijima has no shirt on, as in ZERO top clothing

Nothing, nada, it's completely GONE

And you are wearing the bare minimum

Sakusa's eyes widen in shock as Ushijima stands at the door and you appear next to him

"Kiyoomi? What are you doing here?"- You say, shocked

"I uh- I uh- I came to talk with you"- Sakusa 👁👄👁

Please it hasn't hit you yet the situation you are currently in

"Is everything ok?"- you, still oblivious

Sakusa is just staring, mouth agape 😲

Ushijima is just like 🧍‍♂️ 😐

"YN I uh- I wanted to apologize but I see you've already moved on"- Sakusa, his eyes now filling with tears

"What are you-"

DING DING DING it finally hits you 😃

"Omg Kiyoomi no-"

"YN PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! IM SO FUCKING SORRY"- Sakusa is now inside the apartment, begging on his knees, holding your legs

"Kiyoomi what-"

"YN PLEASE GOD IM SO SO SORRY! I FUCKED UP SO BAD. I SAID THE MOST AWFUL THINGS TO YOU AND I KNOW I DONT DESERVE YOU BUT I LOVE YOU YN. PLEASE IM GOING TO CHANGE. I STARTED THERAPY AND IM REALLY TRYING YN PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE"- Sakusa, full on crying into your legs now

Ushijima 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 😳

You bend down, tears pooling in your eyes as you kneel in front of Sakusa who now has tears all over

"Kiyoomi you love me?"- You, tearing up

Please I'm such a sap 🥲

"I do YN. I love you so much. And everyday I think about how much I hurt you. I want to make myself a better man for you. So I called a therapist and I've been seeing someone to help me control my emotions. You didn't deserve any of that yn and I know that. Please- just please know how much I love you and how much on a idiot I am!"- Sakusa, looking into your eyes

"Kiyoomi you are the biggest fucking jerk I know and I love you, you big fucking idiot"- you, grabbing Sakusa's cheeks and kissing him as he holds you close

Ushijima 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 🥲

Sakusa pulls away and puts his forehead on yours

Then it hits him and he stands up, pulling you towards him in an embrace

"What the hell are you doing with YN?"- Sakusa says, pointing at Ushijima

"I was having Ramen with YN when she spilled it on herself and me"- Ushijima 😐

"I was getting a new shirt for Toshi when you knocked Omi! It's nothing. Toshi and I are only friends"- You

Sakusa 👉🏻😐😑

Ushijima 👉🏻 🧍‍♂️ 😐

"I think it might be best if I leave YN. It seems you and Sakusa have worked out your issues"- Ushijima

"You definitely should leave"- Sakusa 😑 our jealous bby

"Omi knock it off! Toshi let me grab you a shirt at least"- You

"It's fine YN, I have an extra shirt in my car. Thank you for Ramen"- Ushijima, turning to leave

Please he just walked out without his shirt on 😫😫😫 I love him so much

"Well that was awkward"- you 😅

Sakusa closes the door and locks it as he turns to you and grabs your hips

"Whats more awkward is that you and I are both standing here, fully dressed"- Sakusa 😏

Say less sir 🤚🏻 we have a whole lot of making up to do 🙃

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natashawritesstuff · 2 years

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congrats on 200 followers and also happy early birthday!🥳 i'd love to see a continuation of track 15 with sakusa (what a surprise) if you can! it's one of my favorite omi fics especially the drunk y/n part and the pre-banquet part🥺

birthday party by ajr

for Track 15: Conversations in the Dark I want to questions on why I wrote this so fast

You and your husband, Sakusa, weren't really big on birthdays. It’s not as if you didn't celebrate the others or as if you didn’t enjoy them. You just didn’t see the point of going all out for one day when the both of you make a habit of doing random big acts of appreciation throughout the year.

Nonetheless, however, you two found yourselves running around a grocery looking for decorations like madmen. All of your previous beliefs were thrown out of the window. This year was different, this time was different.

“Is this cute?” he asks you, holding up a yellow party hat and you shake your head.

“Omi, that is the ugliest shade I have ever seen.”

“I-”

“That was mean.”

“It was," he agrees.

“I’m sorry,” you say, slumping over against the cart, “this is so stressful.”

“I know, this store is very crowded-”

“Omi.”

“I’m kidding, a little,” he mutters.

“Oh shit,” you say.

“What?”

“I made you come to the store with me just because I was stressed about the party only for me to waste your time, when I can’t even decide anything. I’m so-”

“Hey, hey,” he says softly, “you just care a lot about this, I get it. If it’s important to you it’s important to me, you didn’t drag me here, I want to do this with you. I love you.”

You pout, “I love you too.”

“Honestly, none of this matters,” he says, picking up a pack of streamers before dropping it back in the cart, “all we need is cake and us together.”

He grabs your hand and leads you to the bakery section, leaving the cart full of overpriced decorations behind. You get a simple vanilla cake with white icing and sprinkles, truly trusting your husband that it will be enough.

You stick a singular candle in the cake and light it looking up at Sakusa. But neither of you blow the candles out, because it’s not your birthday, nor is it his. You two turn back to the babbling baby, Kameko, your beautiful baby girl, the birthday girl.

“Blow,” you encourage as Sakusa makes the motion with his lips.

Kameko mimics her father's actions but it amounts to her just spitting on the part of the cake that was facing her. Sakusa pauses the old him would have thrown up in his mouth but looking down at the child that is a perfect mixture of the two of you, he couldn’t possibly be mad.

He starts clapping for her and you join in, both of you planting a kiss on either side of her head. She babbles more, and gives the two of you a toothless smile. And at that moment, you realize, your heart has never felt more full. He was right, as long as you were all together, things were gonna be just fine.

one last track

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dendro-bunny · 2 years

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Normal pt. 4

Sakusa x FEM!reader

Genre: angst to fluff, ex-best friends to lovers(?), Slow burn

Synopsis:Life has a strange way of being people together and apart. For you and Sakusa it's a rollercoaster of leaving each other and coming back together. Can the two of you mend your broken friendship and go back to normal... Whatever normal is.

Warnings: depictions of serious injuries, emotional and psychological damage, ignoring of one's own health. (Probably missed a bit but the general gist)

(a/n): oof lost motivation for this series but imma finish it I swear, i just need... To not... ???

"Is anyone here for (L/n) (Y/n)?" The male nurse's voice rings in Sakusa's ear. The moment he hears your name he jumps up and races towards the man. Aswell as your parents.

"We are! The both-" your mom turns to Sakusa. He was always well mannered, and a handsome young man. However the red puffy eyes and pale face makes her pity him. "The three of us are here to see her, We are her parents and this is her friend."

"well it's nice to meet you all, I'm nurse Kūujo, You're daughter is alive, though we had to do emergency surgery. She broke the bone in her left arm and righ hip, and the worst of them was her rib cage, a few were damaged but not broken but one was dangerously close to puncturing her left lung." He continued with a remorseful look on his face.

Sakusa felt as if something punctured his lungs. Why must all the bad things happen to the people he cares the most about. When he looks over your mother is stunned, her hand over her mouth tears threatening to fall.

"I-is she gonna be ok?" You step father asks, his hands on both Sakusa and your mother's back. It's oddly comforting, nothing like Sakusa felt before.

"Yes, doing any activity that requires a lot of strenuous work should be brought down to a minimum till a week or two after her casts comes off. Also avoid bright lighting or harsh movements as she had suffered light brain trauma. But she will make a full recovery and will be required to take certain pain meds, aswell as bi-weekly check ups." He nods looking down at his sheet flipping through notes the doctors left.

"when can we see her?" Sakusa's voice came out small and quieter than normal. He couldn't stop imagine the bruises that may litter your body, or the white awkward cast on your arm. The scene of your body hitting the ground, playe over and over again in his mind. Wishing it was him, wishing he was the one who's blood eas rushing from their body, barely able to breathe, he wished all the pain you had to endure went to him instead. But that wasn't possible.

"Right now she is resting, we will allow you to see her when she wakes up. However during the procedure she did come too just enough to ask if someone named Sakaka(?) Was here with her." Sakusa and your parents just look at each other.

Your mom starts chuckle. "Sakaka?"

"Well i could be wrong it was hard to hear with she was mumbling." He starts to chuckle softly.

Sakusa deadpans at the two trying not to laugh. But he sighs and looks past them. There was the corridor that lead to the E.R. The same one where some people enter and are never seen again. Sakusa's blood runs cold the more he thinks about it. Never seeing you again, and not because of his own stupidity and you just ignoring him. No because of his own incompetence and not being able to keep you safe.

"is it ok if we stay here till she does?" Your step father asks.

"Yes we have a separate waiting room in that part of the hospital that you can stay in till she does. Though after a certain time all people besides family can stay." He tilts his head side to side in contemplation.

The three nod and follow the doctor to the waiting area. Sakusa never liked hospitals. The draining feeling of death and disparity. The desperation of people wanting to live. The grimm reaper was watching over the place.

Nevertheless he pushes on. He's the reason your here so he's obligated to stay. For now though he pushes the thoughts out of his mind, and focuses more on you. How you may be sleeping peacefully and not in pain. How tored you must be, all of this on the first day of school. Sakusa himself feels exhausted, he sits down and closes his eyes. Just for a second, to colect himself. Your parents beside him talking about how to prep your home for your arrival. All of that doesn't matter, though the chair is uncomfortable it still brings him to a world of lullabies and dreams. He wonders what you're dreaming of. Maybe a world where he never met you, or him never existing, because he was, he was thinking of a world where you would be happier without him. Like you were before.

Almost as if constant bad luck is around him. If only he knew what you were really dreaming of.

IT'S SHORT IK, BUT MY JOB IS FUCKING ME UP BRO.

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emmyrosee · 3 months

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You went to bed before Kiyoomi.

You never do that. Ever since you’ve moved in with him, your nights end with a massive pile of cuddling limbs and sweet words of sticky nothings that have you cocooned and ready for a peaceful night.

But tonight, he snapped at you. Something about being too “irate” over “something small.”

He missed dinner. And normally, that wouldn’t be a massive issue for you. But he was with asshole of a PR member who’s been trying to get with him for months, calling themselves his “work babe.” Who were you to think nothing funny wasn’t going down?

It's not a lack of trust from Kiyoomi that has you choked up. It's a lack of trust with them.

You know more than anyone when kindness turns to love, it's the same thing that happened between you both, and it kills you to think they could preform the same spell and potentially take your man from you.

You tell yourself that if they can take him, they can have him.

But the idea hurts none the less.

It hurts enough where you're curled up on your side of the bed, far from Kiyoomi's, where his smell lingers and the coldness on your body isn't offset by his warmth like it usually is. You whimper and bury your face in the meat of your pillow when you hear the front door open, and a soft call of your name follows. You didn't even know he left, to be frank, but you don't say anything as he stalks into the bedroom with another call of your name.

"Are you awake?"

"Am now," you murmur.

"Can we please talk about things?" He sounds desperate, like he knows this is killing you, weighing you down like a sac of bricks and keeping you from him.

"You talk," you say, nodding into your pillow. "I have nothing to say."

"Okay. I understand."

A muscular arm reaches over your frame to reach for your hand, and when you don't put up a fight to keep his hand away, he sighs shakily.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, linking his pinkie finger with yours. You screw your eyes shut and sniffle, and you hear him swallow thickly. “I was just so upset to know that you were right to worry-“

“What?”

“Wait- No!” He says quickly, panic in his voice. “No, wait, that’s not what I meant.” He’s never been good with his words. You let him continue, your heart sinking into your stomach all the same. He sighs shakily, “I meant that you were right about me being here. I should’ve been. We haven’t had dinner together in weeks, and I just… I got so caught up in new sponsorships and gigs that I wanted more, and I thought they had more to give.”

“They want you, Kiyoomi,” you mumble. “I see it. It’s the same way I bugged you when we first started dating, just to show how much I liked you. They’re doing that.”

“I know,” he sighs. Then, he pauses, squeezing your pinky, “I went to talk to them. Told them if they couldn't keep it professional and cut the shit, they can search for other clients. Because I don't want them making either of us uncomfortable anymore. And even if they did want me, I don't care.” He crawls over to you and bends slightly to have his head dangling in front of you, curls flipping upside down at the action. “Because I want you.”

You snort at the sight.

“So can we please cuddle, and you grab my teeth or sniff me or whatever feral thing you usually do?” He asks, leaning forward to kiss you on the nose. “Miss your stupid affections.”

“I miss giving them to you,” you say, moving a finger up slowly to try and pick his nose, just to make him squirm, a sign of a truce. He grunts and whips his head back, letting your laughter fill the room, rather than your tears. When you feel him sit back on his side of the bed, you take your time in flipping over, finally meeting his dark eyes again, filled with hope and adoration that has you falling in love with him all over again.

"You are irresistible," you say, reaching for his hand again.

"Don't care. I don't want anyone looking at me if it means you and I never fight again."

You laugh and gently kiss his hand, flicking your gaze up at him, "we'll go look at paper bags for you to wear this weekend."

He removes his hand from yours to gently cup your cheek, thumb stroking over the swells lovingly.

"It's a date."

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ghost-recs · 15 days

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Sakusa Timeskip Recs

this is for you lovely @dontmindtheevie. thank you for your support and patience pookie!

the video call incident by @reverie-starlight

synopsis: you and sakusa enjoyed the secrecy of your relationship. after all, you both didn't want to imagine what would happen if the terrible three ever found out.

oneshot filled with humor, insults, and fluff. it made me unattractively cackle a couple times.

no secretes here by bunnytime [ao3]

synopsis: sakusa's teammates like to think they all know each other pretty well. how could they not know that sakusa was in a relationship? let alone married??

this mini series is so cute! pure fluff and msby chaos!

mine by @taeyamayang

synopsis: you always loved watching sakusa's games and supporting him. however, you didn't love what sakusa had set up for you.

oneshot, maybe a little ooc? but so adorable.

untitled oneshot by @chosobaby

synopsis: there's just one aspect of volleyball that sakusa does not enjoy...

lil "what if" scenario that i just love to think about!

specially made by @luvring

synopsis: you swear sakusa does not understand the point of a surprise. but you're not complaining.

dating pro-player sakusa scenario. just pure fluff

another untitled oneshot by @omi-boshi

synopsis: sakusa does not like answering his phone when he's on break. however, when it's you calling, curiosity gets the better of him.

reader just being a thorn in sakusa's side, but he's too down bad for you to complain.

Fresh Linens by emilyisfictional [ao3]

synopsis: your boyfriend is gone way too often, the only option is to steal his hoodies and sweaters. you hate that he washes them so often.

agh just more fluff and sakusa boyfriend scenarios that leave me melting

Drawing Our Moments by EdenxWrites [ao3]

synopsis: sakusa recalls the days he fell in love with you.

not entirely post-timeskip. has some flashbacks to high school but present day is set after high school. this oneshot caught me off guard.

hello, neighbor by @demxnscous

synopsis: you gain a new neighbor and he seems...interesting enough. well, his friend is definitely a character.

a meet-ugly oneshot that i wish had more parts...but ig that's what my imagination is for.

i also want to bring some attention to this fic: change of heart by heartcondemned [ao3]

i haven't finished reading it yet, but i'm really enjoying it. i also hesitate to rec it because it is unfinished and doesn't look like it will be... but give it a try if you're cool with that!

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yenqa · 23 days

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firsts

synopsis — sakusa and you have never had a conversation, and honestly you’re terrified of the man. but one conversation turns out to be many more of your firsts with sakusa.

warnings — reader is scared of men LMFAO, not really any

pairing — sakusa x implied fem!reader

wordcount — 710

a/n — happy birthday to himm! also my first hq post in a while OOPS also not proofread sorry!

You’ve never really talked to Sakusa.

You had been the manager of the volleyball team since your first year–and you had known him since then, but for some reason, you haven’t talked to him unless it’s volleyball related.

In fact–you don’t think you’ve ever had a conversation with him. But there's a first for everything, right?

Itachiyama has made it to nationals (not like it’s a surprise), and everyone has just arrived. The room continues to fill with people you don’t know, so you decide it’s best to stick with your team so you don’t get lost.

Well apparently that was a horrible idea to everyone else. Because you’ve lost everyone but Sakusa.

And you’re terrified. Surrounded in a room full of men you don’t know sounded like your worst nightmare, and you were living it currently.

Frantically scanning the room for anyone that’s not Sakusa, you somehow can’t spot any of the familiar bright yellow and green jackets your team is wearing.

Everyone knows that Sakusa doesn’t like to be bothered. But when you make eye contact with him, you change your expression to a way where he understands you’re pleading for help.

And he nods once.

Your mouth breaks out into a smile, and you shimmy your way to the crowd. Letting out a sigh of relief–you lean on the wall for support, muttering a small thank you to Sakusa.

You don’t expect him to say anything back, but you can hear his muffled voice say, “You okay?”

Tilting your head slightly up to make eye contact with him, you smile as you say, “Yeah–I’m fine. Are you nervous?”

You’re not sure why you ask the question, he probably doesn’t want to be bothered. I mean–you were still kind of shocked that he let you even be near him.

“Not really. Are you?”

You’re even more shocked when he continues the conversation. You’d expect he’d be the most rude person if he didn’t want to talk. “I-uhm I am a little bit. But we’re exempt from playing today right?”

Yeah–this definitely is the first and last conversation you’ll ever have with him.

He nods.

Then it’s silent.

Surprisingly, the silence isn't the most awkward thing you’ve experienced. It feels as if you’re just two people co-existing.

You watch as everyone excitedly hugs each other or glares at their next opponent. One person even tries to rile up the other, eliciting a small chuckle from you.

From the corner of your eye you can tell he’s curious, but he hasn’t said anything yet. This time, you take initiative to point at the players, also describing the jacket colors.

And you swear you can hear him laugh.

Not a full–hearty laugh obviously, but a small chuckle. A quiet one that you don’t even notice. But it’s definitely the first time you’ve heard him do anything resembling a laugh.

“You laughed.” You blurt out, before you even realize.

He furrows his brows, “I did.”

Your eyes widen, “Sorry–oh my gosh, it’s just the first time I’ve heard your laugh before, Sakusa-san. I swear I didn’t mean it like that–you just have a nice laugh–”

And now he’s actually laughing–like not even hard to hear.

He’s laughing, he’s hunched over, shaking and clutching his stomach. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more mortified in your life.

“It wasn’t that funny was it?” You ask, a frown on your face.

Sakusa catches his breath, “Funnier than any of the jokes Komori tries to make.”

“There wasn’t even a joke! And I happen to like the jokes he makes!”

“Only if you’re sick in the head.”

You scoff at his remark, “Wow, Sakusa-san, you’re very hard to please.”

“Kiyoomi.”

“Another complaint?” You tease, trying to play dumb at what he’s trying to imply.

“Call me Kiyoomi.”

You can feel heat rush to your cheeks, you tuck your hair back behind your ear and mutter, “Okay, Kiyoomi.”

And even though he’s wearing a white mask, you swear you can see his eyes crinkle and you can assume the corners of his mouth turn up ever so slightly.

You’ve had many firsts with Sakusa today. This is the first time you’ve seen him smile–just maybe next time he’ll do it while his face is fully shown.

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mavrintarou · 2 months

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[11:16 PM] Sakusa Kiyoomi

It's been a while since I last posted about Omi-Omi. Happy (belated) Valentine's Day!

Warning: mild angst but reconciled and happy smut (18+)

Kiyoomi set his gym bag in the usual spot of his apartment. Tonight, his home felt unusually cold and empty.

Switching the lights on, he is met with two floating balloons and a bag with red and pink hearts printed all over it.

He let out a chuckle and grabbed the bag, pulling out the tissue paper that was stuffed inside. He found all sorts of chocolate inside, his favorite chocolates.

Happy Valentine’s Day, jerk.

Y/n

Kiyoomi released a deep sigh. He and Y/n had gotten into an argument two nights ago, he couldn’t even remember what it was about. But it was 48 hours of silence from Y/n, 48 hours of emptiness.

The phone line rang repeatedly until it went to her voicemail.

He’s sent her three texts and they were left unread.

“C’mon…” he whispered, pacing around his place. “Pick up, please…”

A click came from the other line and he exhaled, “Y/n, thank goodness, where – “

“Hi, this isn’t Y/n but I’m her coworker!”

Kiyoomi frowned, and growled, “where is Y/n?”

“We are at a company dinner and she’s here… a little intoxicated…”

Kiyoomi could hear mumblings in the background, “… who is it…”

“Where are you guys?” he asked, heading to the shoe rack to put his shoes on.

He heard muffling but couldn’t hear clearly.

“… don’t tell him where I am…”

“… he’s mean and I don’t – I don’t wanna see him right now…”

His heart dropped.

“Hi, hello? Are you still there? Omi? Is this Omi with a white heart emoji next to your name? The Omi that is mean?”

“Yes,” Kiyoomi answered defeatedly, “this is Omi.”

“Look,” whoever this person on the other line whispered, “she keeps saying you are mean and she doesn’t want to see you but I secretly know she does, women to women, she wants to see you… we’re… we’re at the XXXX restaurant.” She paused before whispering loudly, “come get your girl!”

Kiyoomi’s strides were only half their usual length, and he inserted a two-second pause between each step. Y/n, with a gloomy mood, followed four feet behind him.

Arriving at the restaurant, he discovered her sitting sadly at the end of the table, all alone. Her colleagues were accompanied by their partners, but Y/n was left by herself. Kiyoomi felt a lump of guilt in his throat; he should have been there with her.

Their most recent argument stemmed from this issue. Y/n had requested him to cut short his training if possible for one night, but he declined, emphasizing the priority of his training.

“I’m simply asking if you could leave an hour earlier, or even thirty minutes early to make it to dinner, if it’s feasible. Can you not even manage that?” Her voice was tinged with angst.

“No, you understand how important my training is. I can’t simply leave early for something like this.”

Something like this…

Now, he felt the full weight of guilt engulfing him.

He halted and glanced back, noticing that Y/n had also come to a stop, gazing into the distance. Following her gaze, he spotted a small shop with claw and capsule machines.

He is reminded of his snarky comment about her liking such stupid things.

Walking up to her, he waited until she looked at him. “Let’s go,” he said jerking his head towards the shop.

Her cheeks were still rosy from the alcohol, her eyes weren’t as lively as they should be. “No,” she grumbles, looking away with a pout. “It’s just stupid stuff,” she attempted to walk around him when he caught her wrist and began tugging her towards the store. “What are you doing?”

He ignores her question and tugs her gently along until they get to the change machine. Stuffing a few bills inside to exchange for tokens. “What would you like?”

She looked at the handful of tokens and then his eyes, and with a weary tone she asked, “why are you doing this?”

“Because you like it and it makes you happy,” his tone is gentle and careful, “and I want to see you happy.” He puts a handful of tokens in her palm. “Go, show me what makes you happy.”

Still pouty, she closed her fingers around the token and walked around him.

Kiyoomi smiled to himself, knowing deep down she was excited.

“Are you satisfied with your wins?” He stared at the bag full of plushies and capsule toys.

Y/n nodded, restraining a bright smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Seizing the opportunity, Kiyoomi extended his left hand, asking, “can you hold my hand?” He let out a quite breath when she placed her palm in his. They walked side by side in silence.

“Where are we going?” she asked quietly.

“Let’s go grab some junk food at 7/11 and... my place?” He prayed she would come over but instead, she looked at him as if he had two heads. Chuckling, he knew why she was looking at him weirdly. He was completely against eating any junk food, let alone anything from a convenience store. “A little junk food won’t kill me.”

“It might make you sick though?”

“Shh, don’t jinx me like that.”

Sure enough, it did make him feel sick.

All he ate was a cup of instant ramen, and within less than an hour, he started experiencing stomach churning.

“I told you,” Y/n scolded, yet concern was written all over her face. She quickly ushered him to lie down on the couch.

If it meant for Y/n to nurse him and show him affection again, the stomach ache was worth it.

He groaned, “it hurts…”

Digging through her purse, she tried to look for her pill box. “Here, take this medication. It’ll help with the tummy ache.”

He accepted the small pill and popped it into his mouth, taking it down with water. He grabbed her hand, “rub my tummy like you did that one time.”

Y/n hesitated, staring at him suspiciously before reaching to push his shirt up to reveal his abdomen. She ignored the ripples of muscles and put pressure on a certain area of his body.

Kiyoomi groaned, feeling instant relief.

She reached for his hand and placed it with hers, “when you have a tummy ache, always press this pressure point.”

She was about to stand up when he stopped her. Panicking he asked, “wait, where are you going?”

“I’m just going to make you some rice soup.”

He still pouted, watching her walk away to his kitchen.

A few minutes later, she returned with a bowl of steaming contents. “Bland, just the way you like it,” she mentioned, taking a seat on the edge of the couch. “How is your stomach feeling?”

“It’ll feel a lot better if you do it…”

Y/n scoffed and slapped his hand away, “you’re such a baby.”

“Correction, I’m your baby…”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him, “who are you and what have you done to Kiyoomi?”

Kiyoomi’s lips turned downwards. “Omi…” he corrected quietly. When she doesn’t respond he bites his lips nervously. “I’m sorry.”

Her brow raised, and she looked at him as if she didn’t comprehend what he was saying.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, louder this time. “I have been a jerk and insensitive to you… I have not been compromising and mean to you and I’m sorry,” he bowed his head. “I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore. I’ll do better, I promise. Please don’t leave me.” His voice cracked at his last part of his sentence.

“Leave you? Who said I was leaving you?”

“But you didn’t want to see me?”

Y/n frowned, confused. “When did I say that?”

“Earlier on the phone, I heard you telling your coworker that you didn’t want to see me…” very quietly he added, “that hurt my feelings.” He felt childish but he wanted to be honest.

“I didn’t want to see you is very different from I’m leaving you,” Y/n clarified. She sighed, running a hand through her hair before reaching for the bowl of soup. She blew to cool the spoonful of soup before bringing it to his mouth. “I said that I didn’t want to see you because I knew I would give in and forgive you.”

He swallows the soup before asking, “please forgive me?”

“I saw your face so I already forgave you.”

He couldn’t ignore the cheering in his mind. “Do you really mean it? You forgive me for being a jerk?”

“Yes, you jerk.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“But you called yourself that too?” Y/n countered, shoving a spoonful of soup into his mouth. “Eat and feel better.”

Kiyoomi smiles, “… kiss me, that would really make me feel better.”

The corner of her lips tugged upward, “you sly jerk…”

He sits up, bringing his face close to hers. “Please, a kiss?”

She pecks his lips.

He pouted, “that’s not a kiss.”

“Yes it is, my lips touched yours.”

He blinked and then frowned, “that was hardly a kiss…”

Y/n raised a brow, challenging him, “then what’s a kiss to you then?”

And he showed her.

He cupped her face, tilting it before pressing his lips against hers. As soon as she gasped, he slipped his tongue in, meeting hers in a tango.

“Omi…” Y/n breathed, pushing him away to catch a breath.

His lips continued to her jaw and down her neck. “Please Y/n…” he begged, tugging at her tucked-in dress shirt. He pulls away and looks at her with dark pupils, waiting for her consent.

She launched at him, knocking him onto his back once more. Her mouth moved hungrily against his as she tugged at his clothes.

“I’m not going anywhere…” he chuckled.

“You will be if you don’t take help take our clothes off…”

Their clothes lay carelessly on the ground seconds later.

Y/n raised herself and straddled his lap. She rocked her hips, gliding her pussy along the length of his cock.

Kiyoomi hissed loudly as his hands gripped her hip tightly, nails digging into her hip bone. “Don’t –“ he choked, “don’t tease me…” He didn’t miss the smirk on her lips.

Having enough of not being inside of her already, Kiyoomi flipped them and shifted her underneath him. His hand found one of hers and threaded their fingers together, clasping tightly. He searched her eyes and she answered by lifting her hips.

“Haa, you’re going to be the death of me,” he sank his cock into her sweet pussy.

He waited a few seconds, savoring the intimate bond. Kiyoomi peers down at her before pressing his forehead against hers and without breaking eye contact, he whispers, “I love you.”

He doesn’t express those three words as frequently as he ought to, but he can observe the way her eyes illuminate when he does. “I love you, Y/n…” he repeated, rocking his hips slowly but deeply. “I know I don’t say it often enough for you but you are my everything… and I never want to be without you again…”

Y/n released a soft whimper and cupped his face, connecting their lips. “I love you too, Omi…”

It was soft lovemaking.

Each rock of his hips was gentle with care, with love.

“Let’s cum together?”

Y/n nodded, tightening her arms around his shoulders and soon their bodies trembled in release.

Kiyoomi pulls Y/n up and they sit down, still connected very intimately. He reached for the bag of chocolate, took a piece, and unwrapped it before placing it into her mouth. Then, he helped himself to a piece as well.

“Thank you for the chocolate,” he murmurs.

Pressing a kiss to his cheek, she whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Omi.”

. . .

E/n: Going back to Teo now...

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haezen · 1 year

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how he apologizes [series]

sakusa kiyoomi

genre: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff

word count: 3.5k

a/n: i’m currently sick so i might just be writing a bunch cuz all of a sudden, my sickness has gotten rid of my writers block??? how does that happen ?? lol anyways,,,im not sure how i feel about this one, but i just wanted to post something. i hope u guys enjoy ^_^

reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3333

(p.s. the ending is silly so don’t take this one too seriously)

HOW SUNA AND MAKKI APOLOGIZE

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SAKUSA

He didn’t know what to say.

Kiyoomi knew that he fucked up when he saw you fighting back tears with the scrunch of your nose. His heart sank at the sight — knowing exactly what that nose scrunch means— but something in him wouldn’t let him utter an apology, an excuse, or anything. He felt like he was frozen, stuck in a loop, watching helplessly as you tried your hardest to not break down in front of him.

Why did he lash at you when you wrapped your arms around him, knowing he had a bad day? You were only trying to help. Why did he say all those hurtful things to you when you were just trying your hardest to love him?

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Your boyfriend came home to you cooking his favorite meal.

You knew that he had a rough day because Hinata texted you before Kiyoomi left practice. Hinata warned you that there was a ‘storm’ headed your way, and not even he could calm Kiyoomi down. Worried to receive a text from Kiyoomi’s (favorite) teammate, you jumped up from your spot on the couch and ran a hot bath for him. Then, you began preparing his favorite meal, hoping that he would find comfort in two of his favorite things.

To your disappointment, he did not find any comfort in your efforts. He came home and it was like he was a stonewall. You welcomed him home with a warm hug, to which he flinched.

“Welcome home, Omi!” You smiled as he immediately dropped his bag on the floor and began undressing out of his outer garments. “Dinner should be done in about thirty minutes, and I even ran a bath for you because I know-”

“It’s like there’s never a moment of silence when you’re around.” He says while hurriedly untying his shoelaces. Kiyoomi feels his agitation growing by the second and he decides that all he wants is to change out of his sweaty clothes, take a shower, and go to sleep as soon as he can.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, shocked at his harshness and tone. He then trudged right past you, and without a word, he headed straight for the bedroom.

As you watched his figure disappear in the darkness of your bedroom, you realized you were holding your breath. It was difficult to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach, but you knew that Kiyoomi had his bad days. If it were you, you surely wouldn’t say such hurtful things to him; but somehow, you still felt inclined to cheer him up.

There was a big promotional game coming up soon and he’d been practicing almost nonstop. There were many nights that he came home late, but he still– he always managed to acknowledge you despite his exhaustion. But, this was an exception. He had never said something so hurtful to you before– let alone disrespect you by ignoring your affection.

Knowing your boyfriend and his moods, it was important that you chose your next words carefully. Kiyoomi’s tongue can be sharp, but he would never knowingly say such hurtful words to the person that he loves. You assured yourself this as you took a deep breath — preparing yourself to try again.

“As I was saying,” You huff as you stand in the doorway of the bedroom while he’s turning on the lamp on the nightstand. “I ran you a bath so you can relax before dinner’s ready.”

He pulled his shirt up over his head, meeting your gaze from over his shoulder as he threw the material in the hamper. “Did you not hear me or was I not clear enough for you?”

A moment of silence passes.

“Yeah. I heard you.” You respond, realizing that he wasn’t letting up. He continues to undress, sliding his sweatpants down his legs and stepping out of them.

“You don’t have to be so rude ‘Omi. I’m trying to make things easier for you.”

“Make things easier for me?” He scoffs, uncharacteristically leaving his sweatpants on the floor as he closes the distance between the two of you.

You take a deep breath at the proximity, suddenly growing uncomfortable with the intensity of the unfamiliar look in his dark eyes. You think, by the way his chest is heaving up and down, that he’s starting to get angry.

“When have you ever made it easier for me?” He asks with the tilt of his head, like he’s remembering a specific moment. “Everything I’ve done–everything I’ve accomplished– I’ve done it on my own. So don’t ever say that you’re making it easier for me, when in reality, all you’ve ever done is weigh me down.”

You step back, trying to keep your emotions from bubbling over because you don’t want to say something that you’ll regret. That look in his eyes makes him seem like a stranger to you– this isn’t the Kiyoomi that you know. His words make you feel sick to your stomach and you start to feel your temper flare– but what keeps you from raising your voice is the realization that he hasn’t appreciated your efforts. To think that your efforts to support him and his dream– that all the times that you’ve stayed by his side to comfort him in his losses– have gone unnoticed and underappreciated makes you feel worthless. The overwhelming sadness that floods you is almost too much to bear– much more intense than the feeling of anger from your boyfriend spewing such hurtful words.

“All this time, you’ve only seen me as a burden?” You choke out, instantly covering your mouth once you realize how emotional you were getting.

“That’s not what I meant.” He says dryly.

“We both know that’s what you were trying to say, Sakusa.” You sourly point out as you back out of the doorway, retreating to the kitchen.

To hear his last name from your mouth brings him back to reality. Did he really just say that? He blinks rapidly, like he’s starting to process what he’s said.

He can’t help the despairing sigh that leaves his mouth. He follows behind you, only in his boxers and socks, and he watches as you start putting the dishes in the sink with a heavy hand– the ones that you were using to make dinner for him. “I’m starting to think that this-” You gesture between the two of you, “has been a waste of my time.”

Kiyoomi cringes inwardly at your words, heat pricking at his cheeks and the back of his neck from embarrassment. He’s strangely silent because he’s afraid that he might make this worse– that he’ll end up hurting you even more than he already has.

You spare a glance to see him standing stiffly by the entryway but you don’t want to look at him a second longer. There’s no helping how frantically you’re moving around the kitchen because as much as you want to scream at him for hurting your feelings, you would hate yourself for stooping to his level. In an attempt to distract yourself from crying, you turn on the faucet and begin to wash the dishes.

Kiyoomi finds himself fidgeting like he used to as a child– pulling the skin hanging from his cuticles– because he’s not sure how to process what you’re saying. A waste of time? Has he wasted your time? For you to say something so drastic with nothing to follow it up, he’s sure that you’re trying your hardest to keep your emotions at bay. He knows how his words have affected you, but yet, he still stands there and watches as you clean up any evidence of your efforts to cheer him up.

Now, Kiyoomi’s internally screaming at himself to apologize; he’s screaming at himself to just do anything. But he can’t– the thought of you finally calling it quits because he couldn’t just suck up the fact that he had a bad day is making him panic.

“You promised me that you’d try.” You whisper in defeat, teary eyes focused on the dishes that you’ve thrown in the sink–food all over the countertops. “You promised that you wouldn’t give up and push me away anymore.”

It’s true. He did promise you that. So why does he find himself doing it again?

Maybe it’s because Kiyoomi truly believes that he’s impossible to love.

In all of his years, there’s only been a handful of people who’ve been there for him. And there’s been even fewer of them that he can recall by name that’ve shown up for him — to his games —and truly shown him kindness and support. Whether or not he reciprocates that kindness is debatable (Kiyoomi has a difficult time deciding if going out of his way is worth it) but still, he hates it: kindness.

He hates kind people and people who brighten up the room when they walk in. He feels uncomfortable around people who shower him with compliments because he’s not sure how to accept them. He turns his nose up at people who smile at him, even if they haven’t known him for long, because he can’t decipher if it’s genuine. Maybe he’s just pessimistic (he likes to describe himself as a realist) but, if Kiyoomi is going to be friends with someone, he needs to know that they’re real — that their intentions are pure. There have been too many instances where people have tried to befriend him because of his family’s wealth, his talent in volleyball, or his good looks. And he loathes it — the fact that people see him as a stepping stone for their own lives— that all he’s worth is being a connection in their own careers. Is that all he’s good for?

So, of course Kiyoomi’s guarded. He’s been hurt and betrayed over and over again — thrown away once they’re done using him. Naturally, he’s become cold and distant; sometimes he’s even negligent and cruel. But if it keeps people away, then he’s fine on his own. He’s almost convinced that it’s better that way – so that there’s no one who can disappoint him. Maybe that’s the reason why he’s the way he is: why he’s so hard to love.

The real problem is that Kiyoomi doesn’t know how to accept the fact that it’s simply human nature to want to be loved— that it’s human nature to want to love another person. Is it that hard to accept that he’s worthy of love? Yes. He’s not sure he’ll ever believe that he’s worthy of your love. It completely blows him away when he’s shown such unconditional love and care, that his first instinct is to push them away. He believes that he’s saving them the trouble of dealing with someone who refuses to be loved—that he’s saving you from himself. You deserve better, he thinks.

But you’re just as stubborn as he is.

You fight back every time and refuse to let him push you away. When he starts to distance himself, you pull him right back in.

He remembers that one time when he stayed behind at practice until midnight for an entire week because he was trying to deny the fact that he was in love with you. You were tired of how avoidant he’d become, and decided to show up to the gymnasium. He knew immediately how unhappy you were with him because you forgot to change your shoes at the door. The team was practicing their jump serves until you (rudely) disrupted practice. You yelled out — in front of his coach and all of his teammates—that he better grab his things because it was ‘past time to go home.’ No one dared to utter a word, scared that they’d be the next victim. Even Atsumu stayed silent, watching the situation unfold in front of his eyes. Kiyoomi grumbled under his breath about how bossy you were, but he listened nonetheless. When you drove back in silence, Kiyoomi was surprised about how grateful he felt. It was this moment that he finally understood what it meant to be seen and genuinely cared for. He just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you still stuck with him despite how much he resisted. And he loves that about you.

You cause him so much inner turmoil, but deep down, Kiyoomi knows that you’re good for him— that you’re the light he has always needed in his life.

So… he knows that he needs to make it up to you. He knows that you’re finally at your breaking point and that your patience is wearing dangerously thin.

He’s conflicted though. The familiarity of this situation makes him want to distance himself again–to hide and only crawl out of the hole that he burrows himself in when he has to; because sadly, this always happens to Kiyoomi– he pushes the ones that he’s begun to love away until they finally give up. The ones who don’t give up are those who can’t avoid him–like his cousin Komori and his teammates. But you’re different. You’ve chosen to stick it through all this time.

How can he continue to push you away and risk letting you go?

He decides that he can’t—he just can’t let you go.

Because you’ve chosen to love him despite all his flaws.

You’re worth him giving his all– you’re worth the challenge of him conquering his fear of abandonment. You’re worth all his effort, he decides definitively at this moment.

He approaches you cautiously, wrapping his arms around your middle as he rests his head on your shoulder. You stiffen at his unexpected touch and you even feel indifferent to his embrace. Before this fight, you would’ve melted at the gesture because you know how he feels about physical touch. But the reality is that you’re still incredibly hurt and angry from all the things he’s said, whether he meant them or not.

“Please don’t touch me right now.” You say quietly.

Your boyfriend knows that you don’t like to repeat yourself, so he listens. He takes a step back, letting go of you as he starts to understand how badly he hurt you.

“I know I can’t take back what I said.” He begins uneasily, noticing that you’ve stopped what you were doing.

“I’m-” He pauses for a second, “I’m sorry.”

You stay silent, mind racing as you think of ways to get out of the apartment–to escape so you can clear your head. There are plenty of places you could go at this time: friends you could call and count on to let you stay the night at their house. It breaks your heart to think that it’s come to this– to you avoiding the person you love, but Kiyoomi’s refusal to keep his promise has pushed you to such lengths.

When you turn around and lean against the sink for support, you are surprised to see the gloomy look on Kiyoomi’s face. You hope that he’s not just putting on an act so you’ll forgive him– but you know better than to assume he’d do such a thing. He’s never been one for dramatics.

“I don’t know why I said those things.” He averts his gaze away from you, nervous to be apologizing because he’s never done it before. “I don’t believe it– that you’re a burden or a distraction. It’s not true.”

“Then why did you say it? Because you had a bad day? That’s not a good enough reason, Sakusa.”

“I know.”

“You don’t say shit that you can’t take back. It’s not fair for the other person–for me– to be the object that you take your frustrations out on. I’m a person, y’know?” You hear your voice wavering as you continue on; Sakusa giving you his full attention, unlike before.

“It’s not fair, Sakusa. It’s not fair that you push me away when I just want you to be happy. You do this to yourself.”

When he sees that you’re dangerously close to breaking out into a sob, he wants to reach out. He wants to wrap you in his arms and hold you close; because the truth is, he’s terrified of losing you and the possibility of that happening has skyrocketed. And it’s all his fault.

The tears finally fall and as Sakusa hesitates on whether or not to comfort you, you cover your face with your hands.

He’s afraid. He doesn’t want to disrespect the boundaries you’ve already laid out– you told him not to touch you and he doesn’t know any other way to comfort you. Truly, he feels lost as he watches the person he loves most in the world fall apart.

“I just need some space.”

And he gives you what you ask for.

You left the apartment without another word and he’s not sure where you went. Again, he’s too afraid to ask, worrying that he’ll make things worse. He watched as you hurriedly packed an overnight bag, and he watched as you walked out, slamming the door shut.

When he remembers that he’s only in his boxers and socks, he feels even more pathetic. Unfortunately, Kiyoomi took too long, standing in the spot that he was in as he watched you leave. He stood there for so long, replaying the fight in his head, that he let the bathwater go cold; but he still took the bath anyway because it was you who prepared it for him. He scrubbed at his skin until it was raw–tears streaming down his cheeks because he was so frustrated with himself.

How could he let it get to this point?

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You ended up going to a friend’s house. They listened to you as you told them what happened, lending you a shoulder to cry on. The both of you ate ice cream and watched movies until you passed out on their couch. Because you cried your heart out to your friend, you were exhausted when you finally fell asleep. When you woke up the next day, it was already noon. Your friend was in the kitchen, trying to cook some breakfast for the both of you as quietly as they could without waking you up.

There were multiple things that you were grateful for: you felt relieved to have a friend that you could feel comfortable enough to talk about your relationship problems with– as well as have somebody that you count on when you needed help. You were also grateful to have some time away from Kiyoomi to think about what happened and what you’ll say when you see him again.

By now, your emotions felt more manageable. There wasn’t the urge to scream and cry, even though you managed to hold yourself back from doing so last night, you felt as though you could talk to Kiyoomi with a clear head.

Your friend fed you and gave you some good advice–the fact that you knew you needed space was a good start. After breakfast and a quick shower, they encouraged you to go back to your apartment and talk with Kiyoomi to set things straight.

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Kiyoomi was sitting in the living room when he heard you unlocking the front door. His head immediately whipped up when you walked in and he thinks you’re scared to meet his gaze– your head’s ducked down as you slip your shoes off.

“You’re home.” He states dumbly.

“Yeah,” You laugh dryly. “I live here, don’t I?”

“I thought that you might never come back.”

You don’t know what to say to that because you did consider never seeing him again after what he said. He sat up on the edge of the couch, watching as you placed your keys on the kitchen countertop.

“(Name)...” He calls out, “I’m so sorry.”

You spare him a glance as you shrug off your jacket, hanging it on the back of the barstool. “If you really mean it, then you’ll get on your knees.” You say jokingly, walking into the living room to sit on the loveseat that’s diagonal from where he’s sitting on the couch.

He takes you seriously, sliding off the edge of the couch to get on his knees. You can’t hold back the laugh that bubbles up from your throat, stunned that he would do something so degrading– you swear that this is a sight that you’ll never forget; to see a man like Kiyoomi down on his knees begging for forgiveness is a shocking sight.

“I wasn’t being serious!” You laugh even louder at the scowl that graces his features upon realizing you were kidding.

But he’s persistent in earning your forgiveness– it's the most important thing to him right now. If begging on his knees is what it takes for you to forgive him, he’ll do it for as long as he can so that you’ll stay with him. It doesn’t even hurt his pride, because he already has decided that you’re worth looking foolish for.

He takes your hands in his own, and before apologizing, he looks at your shoes by the door. He never wants the traces of you absent from the apartment ever again.

“Please forgive me.”

Is all he can say, because what else is there to say? He’s already on his knees.

“You’re only forgiven if I can take a picture of this.” You cackle, reaching for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans.

He groans, annoyed.

But he lets you, because there’s nothing scarier in the world than the thought of losing you.

A/N: SORRY THE ENDING IS SO SILLY BUT THE THOUGHT POPPED IN MY HEAD AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS!!!! :D

but fr.... imagine kiyoomi begging on his knees...... omg

if there are any typos just lmk cuz i barely even checked for them. I HOPE U ENJOYED :D

#haezen writes!#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa angst #sakusa fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu angst to fluff #haikyuu hurt/comfort #haikyuu!! angst #hq hurt/comfort

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adoringhaikyuu · 11 months

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heyyy!

i dont know if you're still taking requests but i couldn't stop thinking of angry confessions with Iwaizumi & Bokuto

ANGRY CONFESSIONS | 2

characters: bokuto + iwaizumi + kuroo + sakusa + (gn!reader)

notes: ooh it's hard thinking of bokuto being angry so it's moreso upset for him + another anon asked for kuroo and sakusa so i added them

part one / part two

★ bokuto gets all pouty and crosses his arms when he sees you. looks miserable whenever you enter the room, and obviously you pick up on it, his mood radiates wherever he is. one day you catch him alone and ask him if you've done something. he grumbles no, pouting. but you press on cause you know something's up. he reluctantly confesses, 'i just...i'm in love with you, okay? and i hated seeing you with that guy...' won't look you in the eye, but when he hears you confess that you actually feel the same way, he perks up like a puppy, mood doing a complete 180.

★ iwaizumi starts giving you attitude and barely giving you one word answers when you talk to him. tries to avoid you too but you confront him, literally walk in front of him and block him when he tries to evade you. if looks could kill, you'd absolutely be dead, but he's really glaring to mask his feelings. you pester him until he tells you what's wrong and he answers, frustrated as ever. 'it's because i have feelings for you!' he gets too embarrassed so he looks away but his eyes widen and he stops breathing when you gently grab his face and tell him you feel the same.

★ kuroo is really snarky with you all of a sudden and there seems to be more bite to his jokes. he smirks all the same, but there's something different in the way he looks at you. like he's bothered and itching to tell you something. you get sick of it and call him out when you're just with him and kenma. and kenma is really tired of hearing kuroo rant and not actually do something about it so he mutters at him to just tell you. you obviously get curious/annoyed by this and push him to tell you too. he gives you attitude, saying how he doubts you don't know. (in his eyes you've been stringing him along but that's not true) you tell him you really have no idea what's going on and that's when he breaks, scoffing. 'you're telling me you actually can't tell that i'm in love with you? yeah, right.' when he sees your reaction though, he pauses, his face dropping, now worried about the fact that he just confessed. when you tell him how you feel though, you can see the light enter his eyes again, and an actual smile on his lips.

★ sakusa is suddenly very curt with you, barely looking at you when you're around (when you can see him anyway. his eyes trail after you when you go.) he gives short responses and you can't help but feel hurt. but you can be petty too, so you start giving him the same treatment. soon, you can barely stand to be in the same room together, tensions high when you're near each other. it's silly what leads to your confessions, but the two of you run into each other in front of an elevator, you just roll your eyes and say you'll take the stairs. he mutters under his breath something about you running along to your little boyfriend and that makes you pause. you turn around, confused and offended, asking what that's supposed to mean. his eyes narrow and he asks if you think he's stupid. you respond that you don't know what's up with him but you don't have a bf. then it dawns on you and he can see the gears turning in your head and suddenly his mouth gets dry. you ask if this is why he's been acting like this and then why he cares so much. you notice the blush on his face and he knows you're not dumb enough to believe a lie but he's embarrassed so he gets defensive. 'why do you think? obviously i have feelings for you.' he looks away but he looks back at you, offended and ready to go off when you call him an idiot. he only softens when you say cause you feel the same.

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kikiyoomis · 8 months

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it’s not hard for sakusa to voice out his thoughts and opinions. he sees no point in beating around the bush. while others might think voicing out their thoughts and opinions makes them unlikable, vulnerable or weak, sakusa never once worried about other people thought about him and what he said.

until now.

prided with his ability to remain consistent and put in effort with everything that he does, sakusa doesn’t know what to do when his usual routine slips right out from under his feet.

these past few weeks his serves were lacking, his receiving isn’t as solid and he kept missing spikes. not even punishing himself with a thousand reps was fixing it. he is at the peak of his career and he was watching in real time how everything was crumbling beneath him.

he’s panicking, especially when coach foster subbed him out the first set after his fourth miss of the game. normally sakusa doesn’t mind substitutions much but this was different. normally he was subbed off to rest when the game was going well. but that was usually towards the end of the game. this was the first set and he was not put on the starting lineup for the next four.

“it’s okay omi-kun! we all have our bad days!” bokuto tries to cheer him up after a close loss today.

“bokuto-san is right! after some rest you’re sure to be back on your game!” hinata joins in.

the locker room wasn’t as depressing as it usually is when the team loses. since it was only the preliminaries, the team can afford one loss. even atsumu didn’t seem to hold this loss too personally like he usually does.

“if omi-kun kept that up the entire game i might be more mad,” atsumu says offhandly to another member on the team, clearly without the intention of hurting sakusa but the words cuts deep. sakusa knows atsumu is like this whenever someone on the team is underperforming during the entire game. it was just that this was the first that sakusa was the victim.

“miya!” meian scolds atsumu, and all eyes are on sakusa. he doesn’t like the attention so he quickly packs his bag and leaves.

you’re there when he gets home. smiling and looking ever so beautiful wearing the replica of his jersey you bought years ago.

sakusa smiles back, but you can see that his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“kiyoomi? what’s wrong? you don’t look so good,” you ask worriedly. this is the part where sakusa would tell you how frustrated he feels however the words are caught in his throat.

he didn’t care about what other people thought. he truly and whole heartedly does not care. but yours, he cares about immensely. more than anyone else’s. he wants to be the strong and dependable boyfriend you’ve always bragged to your friends and family about. but if he tells you, you’re going to think he’s weak and undeserving of your love. with everything going on lately, he suddenly feels scared.

he stands there silently, unmoving. the corners of his mouth turning downwards with every passing moment. his hair hides his eyes, but a singular tear rolls down his cheek before he can realize it.

“is everything okay?” you ask him, shocked because this is the first time sakusa has ever cried around you.

there’s a part of him that’s telling him no, to not tell you what’s on his mind because he’s afraid. but there’s another part of him that’s telling him to tell you because no matter what you’ll be there for him.

but sakusa undecidedly picks neither. he shakes his head ‘no’ but doesn’t tell you why. he can’t bring the words out of his mouth. hell he can’t even calm the turmoil in his mind to even string his thoughts into coherent sentences.

he feels your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down into an embrace. with his face in the crook of your neck, the security that no one else but you can see him like this, he wraps his arms around your waist and lets his tears flow.

it’s quiet, silent tears at first. but slowly, his shoulders starts to shake as he’s left alone with his thoughts while you comforted him.

“i don’t know why this is happening. i took all the counter measures. i took breaks when i needed to. i practices hard. i never slacked off. i took care of my health. i’m following the doctors, physicians and dietitians’ recommendations and prescriptions. why is this happening? why, why, why? i can’t let this be the way my career ends,” sakusa rambles and you pat his head in comfort.

you didn’t always have the thing he needed to hear ready to say. this is one of those times. you’re flawed too. everything that you could have suggested to sakusa was something that he already tried. what could you say?

but you didn’t need to. the warm comforting embrace was all sakusa needed. this was something only you could give. his teammates wasn’t going to give him comfort like this (they were never going to be close enough to hug anyways) and his family wouldn’t understand his struggles as an athlete. but you did. with every day and night he spent with you, the more the two of you grew to understand each other.

“no one has a perfect career,” you finally say. sakusa hugs you a little tighter, still a little apprehensive about what you might say next.

“but we’ll get through it. maybe it’s not what you’re doing wrong but how? maybe instead of the same consistent routine, you change it up a bit. change the order, give your body something new to work with?” you suggest.

with tear stained cheeks sakusa looks a little stunned at what you said. but he wipes his tears and nods.

sakusa tells other people what he’s thinking without remorse or second thoughts. but with you, sometimes he gets second thoughts because he doesn’t want you to have an ill opinion of him. but it’s okay. he doesn’t need to tell you everything when you can wordlessly read what’s on his mind anyways. and he can always count you being there for him, at his best and at his worst, even if at the moment he doesn’t know. because you’ll always let him know that you will be.

#haikyu #haikyuu #sakusa kiyoomi #msby sakusa #sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa angst #sakusa fluff #sakusa hurt/comfort #well actually i don’t really think this is angsty but who knows

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kuromochimi · 3 months

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Of weddings and what ifs

sakusa kiyoomi x wedding organizer f!reader

♡ You loved your job and the joy of being able to bring to life the weddings that couples could only dream of, before they had met you. The only downside to it was that your job sometimes reminded you of a certain ex fiancé. Fortunately, he hasn’t made an appearance in your life since you broke the engagement off. But with the red string of fate connecting you and your ex fiancé not being totally severed yet, it was only a matter of time before it brought you back into each other’s lives. Only this time, he’s tied to another.

Content Warnings: ONE SHOT, angst, little fluff and comfort, no closure break ups, not proof read, a small hint for an open ending, lmk if I missed any!

With the final arrangements settled, you finally felt free enough to take a breath and appreciate the (once again) perfect event you’d managed to organize. It was exhausting to say the least, but the happy couples who would often tear up out of joy while thanking you? Yes, it was definitely worth it. And it was a job that paid fairly well too. Moments after you’ve had the time to look around the venue, a notification from your phone caught your attention. It was a notice from your secretary about new clients. She reminded you that you had to meet them the following day. You then made sure to set up alarms and reminders as you were sure you would oversleep otherwise, after all, the current event would definitely last til the late hours. And that it did.

The following day, you tried your best to make yourself look freshened up and awake. You arrived at the meeting place quite early. You double checked all the files and documents which you might need. Thankfully, not long after you finished fixing your papers, the client arrived. She approached gently before speaking “Hi! I’m keiko. You’re yn, right? I saw your picture on the pamphlet” she smiled shyly. You noticed just how soft spoken and beautiful this lady was. She definitely has that “soon to be married” glow. “Hello, yes! It’s me. I’m glad to finally meet you, keiko!” You stood up to shake her hand. You both settled down after the introductions. “Will it be just you for today?” You asked her before you started discussing anything. “Oh my fiancé will be here soon. He just suddenly had to run an errand for his mom. He’s..” she grabbed her phone to check on something, probably a message. “Oh he’s just parking his car now” you gave a nod of acknowledgment at that. With your seat facing the entrance, you could clearly see the people who walked in and out of the cafe. Which meant that when sakusa kiyoomi walked in, your eyes immediately gravitated towards him. He started looking around, eyes landing on you. Or at least you thought they did, before keiko looked back from her seat, immediately getting up to hug sakusa once she was made aware of his presence. She guided the man back to your table. You tried your best to mask whatever feeling was forcing its way out of you. “Yn, this is my fiancé. You can just call him k-“ . “sakusa, you can call me sakusa” he cut her off. Keiko was a bit taken aback by her fiancé’s interruption but she was quick to ward off the confusion. While the discussion went on, you couldn’t help but feel anxious and even more tired. You weren’t sure if it was because of last night’s event execution or if it was because in front of you was your ex-fiancé, asking you to organize his wedding. The fiancé who was too busy for wedding planning. The fiancé who thought he couldn’t give you what you deserved. The fiancé who left.

The world felt like it was nothing but air. You couldn’t feel much at all and you were probably only functioning out of pure muscle memory acquired from all the times you’ve done this pre-planning orientation for engaged couples. Your consciousness was jolted awake when keiko stood up. “Yn I’m really sorry but I’m being called in for work. One of my patients had an emergency. Please just settle the rest with kiyoomi, I’ll see you again soon!” She hurriedly left. Her absence immediately making way for the awkward silence filled with all of the unspoken thoughts you and sakusa tried to keep in for the last hour or so.

“I’m sorry”. The words felt unreal. They felt empty, and fake though you were sure kiyoomi would never say something he didn’t mean. “What are you sorry for, sakusa?” He visibly flinched at the name he suggested you called him by, not even an hour ago. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be.. all this for you” the moment made your ring finger feel heavy despite the absence of the ring that used to wrap itself around it.

His words brought you back to the day he left after he’d had enough of your complaints about having to plan the wedding all by yourself. He was starting off as a doctor back then, a new resident who wanted to do all that he could to establish his career. You were both fairly young back then, which was probably why you both thought getting married at that point of your lives was surreal. For some, maybe it was so. But for you two? Apparently not. Because not long after he proposed, he soon found that the demands of being a surgical resident wasn’t something to take lightly. While you were also working, you never failed to make time for wedding planning. Of course, you knew that his schedule was much more taxing than yours but it still pained you to make invitations on your own, taste test cakes by yourself. “I want whatever you want” was what he’d said as compensation for his absence. But when you were trying on dresses and you looked at yourself in the mirror gown and all, the weight of keeping everything in came crashing down because “he should be here” was all you could think. Sakusa wasn’t superstitious so he certainly wouldn’t give a fuck about seeing you in your wedding dress before the wedding day. Heck, he even said he’d love to pick one out with you. But he wasn’t with you. So when he came home from work, tired and not thinking straight, he was met with your equally tired looking figure, sitting on the couch, crying. He didn’t even get a word out before you spoke your mind and while he did understand, he didn’t have the energy to argue further. Because in his head, you should’ve understood why he couldn’t be there. And even when you both reconciled that night, nothing had changed. The same cycle continued until neither of you found enough reason to keep the promise of getting married. Though you wished he would’ve at least said goodbye instead of leaving a shitty sorry note on top of your counter, along with the apartment keys.

“It’s fine. Let’s just forget about it” you tried your best to sound sincere but you couldn’t exactly lie your way out of a confrontation with someone with whom you literally intended to spend the rest of your life with at some point in time. “Do you.. do you want me to find another planner? I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was gonna be you, yn. I promise I never intended to-“ he stops as you held your hand up to signal your request for silence. “Sakusa, it’s fine. Like I said, let’s just forget about it. I promise not to let what happened get in the way of your wedding planning.” The day went by very slowly, both you and kiyoomi moving and speaking like virtual characters merely accomplishing tasks assigned to them. “Well, that’s about it. Please let your fiancé know about the details she missed and… congratulations for the engagement” you chimed before briskly walking out of the cafe where sakusa was left dumbfounded and extremely confused as to how he was going to address this wild turn of events.

Throughout the planning, you’ve come to learn that keiko was an amazing person. She was passionate about her work advocacies, she was kind and soft spoken, extremely understanding, and though you didn’t mean to have such thoughts, whenever she spoke of kiyoomi, you never seem to miss the times she’d tell stories about how busy the man was and that she understood him anyway. Because she loved him. Because she was the same way sometimes. Something you weren’t able to do for him during such a challenging time in his life. It caused conflict in your heart to learn all of those things. Because it warmed your heart to see such a happy bride to be. She radiated happiness and everything in between whenever she was with kiyoomi and kiyoomi looked at ease whenever he was with her and that’s something because kiyoomi rarely looked at ease. They were happy but as much as you wanted to take that happiness as a sign to let your hurt go, it just didn’t work that way. To be quite frank, until now, you still harbored a little (or more) hurt from the fact that someone you had initially agreed to marry, was capable of leaving you without even saying it to your face. Before you came home to an empty apartment with his goodbye note, you were even going to propose the idea that maybe you guys should just postpone the wedding and maybe wait for things to settle in before you resume planning. Instead, you were met with your ex-fiancé’s absence. His clothes missing from the closet, medical books out of the shelves, even his favorite mug was nowhere to be found. It was as if only the note he left behind could serve as proof that you were once in a relationship with him. You tried contacting his family and closest friends but most of them ignored your calls and those of them who answered obviously tried their best to dodge answering your questions. You were at your lowest then. You took a long leave from work, barely ate, barely showered, was often sick, and would constantly wonder how things could have been had you just kept your mouth shut instead of nagging a tired kiyoomi.

It wasn’t helping that you were thinking about all of this a few minutes before the couple’s consultation with you. The wedding was moving closer and closer and you’ve been spending more and more time with them and it still honestly feels like the world is caving in every single time. It’s an unexplainable feeling. You wanted nothing more than to see them get married, sincerely congratulate the couple, let go of all that’s been bugging you in the past, and finally move on with your life, something you haven’t been able to do since you and kiyoomi broke things off. Your thoughts were cut short when someone entered your office. It was keiko and she was alone. “Yn? Hi, I just wanted to talk to you real quick” “quick? but we have so much to do” she smiles gently before taking a seat across your desk. “I don’t know how else to put it but… I know about you and kiyoomi. I didn’t know when I first met you but he told me everything and I just want to tell you that it’s okay if you want to talk to him about it. You both need it, yn. I know it’s none of my business but I hope you think about it. Don’t worry, I understand.” Ah. You see it. This is the woman he fell in love with. This was the woman worth the change and this was the woman able to match him perfectly. There’s no fighting that. “Keiko I don’t know, you don’t have to” she softly reached for your hand to hold it in both of hers. “You deserve an explanation, yn. Kiyoomi might have changed since then but I’m not about to marry someone who’s able to leave someone just like that. If you feel like you don’t need to speak with him, I respect that. But if you want to talk to him, let him know, it’s okay, don’t worry about me.”

You took up the offer. Maybe if keiko didn’t come up to you to say that it was okay to look for closure, you would have spent the rest of your life swallowing your need for an explanation from your ex.

“Thank you for agreeing to talk, yn.” You only gave him a light nod as you looked far into the expanse of trees ahead. View from where you were seated at a nice private little cafe. “Kiyoomi I just want to know. Why did you leave like that?” With fidgety hands, you tried to calm down. “I just felt like I didn’t deserve you anymore. I hurt you after I asked you to marry me. I didn’t deserve that ‘yes’ anymore” after a nod, you responded “So you just? Wrote a note then dipped? Kiyoomi I still wanted to marry you then. I was going to postpone it but I still wanted to marry you.” He knew that. “It’s exactly why I left. Because you still wanted to marry me even after what I did. I didn’t deserve you anymore.” “Kiyoomi, for the longest time, I wanted to tell you that I was willing to wait for you and that I was sorry for nagging you that day. Then I was obsessed with trying to find out which one of us was at fault. I wanted someone to be at fault because how does it happen that two people love each other so much but still end up separating just like that? But it’s been a while now and I think… I think maybe we should forgive each other now. I honestly felt bitter lots of times even til only recently but seeing you with keiko.. she’s a great girl and she deserves all the happiness. We should close this part of our lives now, shouldn’t we?” Kiyoomi stood up and you thought he was about to walk out but he pulled your arm to get you to stand up before he gave you a tight, warm, and sincere hug. One unlike any other he had given before. It wasn’t an I missed you hug but not a goodbye one either. It was one of acceptance and peace. Though it didn’t feel familiar, none of his embraces have felt as warm as this one. After pulling away from the hug, you grabbed your purse, as you got ready to leave. “Omi, I sincerely wish you and keiko the best” this time, you said it with utmost sincerity.

Wedding day

With flowers and good food and genuine smiles, the wedding went by without a hitch. Much to your relief. You decided to stay a little but longer for the reception, snack on a fee things before leaving. With a glass of champagne in one hand and your purse in the other, you walked around the venue, checking on things here and there. Well, not until someone bumped into you knocking the glass of champagne off your hand, spilling champagne on your dress, shattering the glass on the pavement, and causing you to fall on your bum all at once. “Hey, you okay? Come here” the tall man gently guided you to stand up. He immediately removed his coat to wrap it around your frame to hide at least a little bit of the stain. “You hurt anywhere?” It took a while for you to respond. “Oh- oh yeah I’m okay, no worries, sir” “it’s Suna. Suna Rintaro”

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tw// cursing, yelling, long stints of fighting, Kiyoomi is a little toxic, blood, patching up injuries, broken noses, ANGST- please be safe friends ❤️

I talk a lot about Kiyoomi being an amazing sport about your clinginess, your closeness, and your affections, right?

But what about when he's not?

What happens when the one day you try to crawl into his skin, spilling your head over his shoulder and squeezing him tightly, peppering kisses over the side of his face and jawline, and when he asks you to please stop, you don’t.

“You’re just too yummy,” you say happily. You bite his ear, “this is your tax.”

He shrugs you off sharply, “I’m not paying the tax today.”

You stumble back slightly, regaining your footing and taking a step back from him. “I’m sorry… bad day?”

Bad day. Yeah. It was. He can’t fathom how bad today was, how every time he said anything, Miya was right in his ear simply talking, sending shivers of annoyance to course through kiyoomi’s veins. How Bokuto accidentally almost hit the ball straight to his face, his own intensity almost causing Kiyoomi the season. How meian benched him for being too intense, too much and needing to ‘cool off’ with every spike and scowl kiyoomi flails to the other side of the court. How the threats of sending him home for his attitude started, causing Kiyoomi to shut his mouth but white knuckle the rest of the day.

But kiyoomi doesn’t answer that like a normal person.

That would be too easy.

“Maybe I just don’t want you dangling off of me the second I walk in the door.”

His mind screams at him to shut up, but he can’t.

You take a deep breath in, “I didn’t know, I’m sorry. Usually you… you don’t mind-“

“Well maybe I should start minding.”

Shut up.

Your eyes hold betrayal as he spews his venomous words, your chest rising and falling as he balls his fists to try and ground himself.

“I’m sorry. I’ll think more about your feelings when I try to cuddle you.”

“What you do is not cuddling-“ the balled fist slams against the countertop. “It’s clinging. It’s suffocating. It’s ridiculous, and it’s obnoxious-“

“‘Yoomi-“

“And for the love of all that is fucking malevolent would you PLEASE STOP CALLING ME THAT!” He roars. “I gotta deal with it from FUCKING MIYA, now I have to deal with it at HOME FROM YOU?”

You don’t know why you do it. But you flinch.

He’s so loud, so in your face and so mean that it happens without you even knowing you did it, the only indication being that his face instantly drops and pales at the mere idea of you being so afraid of him you flinch.

He says nothing. He can’t. What could he say?

He quickly makes a dash to the door, grabbing the keys dangling from the hook and leaving right then and there, bile rising in his throat and chest swelling with disgust as your terrified face plays over and over, like a movie he can’t turn off because he’s the one who put it on.

He runs. He runs fast and far, down the street and over hills and across crosswalks that don’t permit him from crossing yet, trying to create distance between himself and the monster he was god knows how long ago.

He finds himself- somehow- at work, the bright lights of the arena snapping him back to reality that you’ve been alone for who knows how long, but at least long enough where he’s back at his physical job. On foot.

The gods give him the smallest semblance of mercy as Miya and Hinata are still together, setting and spiking away until their hands grow calloused, cheering with each successive spike sent hurdling to the floor.

Hinata notices the panting Kiyoomi first, his head cocking in concern. “Hey… thought you didn’t want to train with us?”

“You.” Kiyoomi’s dark eyes fall onto Miya, and without even processing the fact that he shouldn’t be doing this, he makes a blind dash at the blonde, who then instinctively runs the other way.

Hinata instinctively darts out of the way, “woah! What! Miya what’s going on!”

“I didn’t do anything!” The blonde whines. “Not this time! I swear!” Hinata scrambles into action, chasing after Kiyoomi who’s on another runners high as he chases his teammate around the linoleum floors of the volleyball court but is still no match for Hinata’s own speed.

Great for Miya Atsumu. Terrible for sakusa Kiyoomi.

Bulky arms wrap around Kiyoomi’s waist and immediately weights around him, slowing him down from skinning Miya alive, “no, sakusa! Enough!”

“I’ll kill him!” He barks at whoever will listen to his threat. “I’LL KILL YOU!” He points a finger at the blonde.

And Hinata’s not proud of it. Honest! But it’s what he had to do to stop his friends from mauling each other, and he trips Kiyoomi flat onto his face, a sickening crunch! under the squishing cartilage of nose and skull slamming into the floor. He lays there in defeat, panting softly into the floor and crying even quieter as his two teammates surround him.

He needed to cry. That’s it. Now that he’s crying, his salty tears mixing with the blood dribbling from his nose and the gash in his head, he feels better, he feels lighter and like he’s finally getting to express every fractal of emotion that surged through his veins all day in what is finally a healthy way.

It only cost you being uncomfortable around him.

He safely decides it’s not worth it.

“Sakusa,” Hinata begins. “What happened?”

“I was cruel,” he says, now wailing into the floor. “They flinched at me. I ruined everything. Again.”

He can’t tell from looking, but he practically feels the weight of understanding fall onto his teammates, a soft ‘ahhh,’ falling from Miya’s lips. He hears the squeak of shoes next to his head, and when his bloody face turns upward to see Miya Atsumu’s calm, non-judgmental features, he cries even harder, his tears mingling with blood as they fall to the floor.

“Go home, Kiyoomi.”

“I can’t. I shouldn’t.”

“Yes, you should,” Hinata interjects. “You need to be there. I don’t know what happened, or what Atsumu did to piss you off, but I know you want to sort this out.”

“I ran here,” Kiyoomi sniffles. His hand instinctively comes to wipe his nose, the taste of blood filling his throat once he’s finally able to see just the sheer amount he’s bleeding.

“YOU RAN HERE?!”

“I had to. I had to go somewhere.”

“I’ll take him home,” Miya sighs, calmly stepping away for a moment to grab his keys and bag. Hinata claps a large, comforting hand on Kiyoomi’s back, his own feet stepping away as Kiyoomi childishly stays on the floor, blood trickling onto his lips and down his chin. He’s gonna have a gash in his head for sure, maybe even a black eye, and he hopes you’re open to taking him to the hospital to get it clean.

The car ride back home is silent, save for the occasional sniffles coming from Kiyoomi and his pinched nose, stuffed with bloody toilet paper. Miya keeps his car surprisingly clean, it smells like pine and citrus and it cuts through the tension and pounding in kiyoomis head from the smell. He doesn’t know when, but Kiyoomi mumbles a soft “I’m sorry” at some point.

Miya chuckles, “you’re having a bad day. We all get those. You ain’t special.” It makes Kiyoomi chuckle softly, for the first time in what feels like days. When the car rolls up to your shared house, kiyoomi shakily gets out of the car, slamming the door closed and leaving Miya to drive off.

“Kiyoomi?”

“What?”

“You come at me like that again, I’ll give you another black eye.”

Kiyoomi chuckles and shakes his head at the blonde, “you’d never even get a shot in.” He rolls his shoulders, sniffles back a little bit more blood, and makes his way inside, shaky hands opening the door and stalking in like a zombie.

When he comes into your view, you’re quick to get on your feet, getting up to fuss over him.

“Fucks sake,” you gasp, cupping his cheeks and inspecting the dried blood over his face. “You leave for two hours and come back beaten up?”

“I fell.” Not really a lie.

“Yeah, don’t care,” you snap, grabbing his wrist and tugging him to the bathroom. “Let me clean you up. Is your nose broken?”

“Doesn’t feel like it.”

You groan and gently grab the bridge of his nose, and he whines and reels his head back petulantly out of pain. “Ow.”

“Yeah. Go to the doctors, Kiyoomi.”

Kiyoomi.

Shit.

“Please come with me?”

He sees you tense up as you grab a wet towel, pausing your movements and taking in a deep breath to calm down, “yeah. Yeah I’ll go.”

“Hold my hand when I’m scared?” He tries to joke.

You don’t laugh. You don’t say anything. You dab the blood from his lips and chin, careful of his nose and the bruising around his eye. “I don’t know where you fell but you’ve got a black eye blooming.”

He tucks his swollen lip into his teeth nervously, “I ran to Miya.”

“Osamu?”

“No. Atsumu.”

Your hand pauses again, “did he hit you?”

“No. He’d never.” Even if he did deserve a smack coming to him.

You roll your eyes and escort him out of the bathroom, “come on. I’ll drive.”

The drive to the hospital is silent.

The waiting room is silent between you both.

Sitting in the doctor’s office is silent, save for the crunching of his nose as his doctor recenters his nose and he whines in pain. You do squeeze his hand through the pain, even if he doesn’t deserve your kindness.

The ride home is silent.

Your walk to your bedroom is silent, and as Kiyoomi sets up a bed on the couch is silent.

The next few days are silent. Kiyoomi can’t play due to his nose, leaving him to merely watch on the sides with a protective splint covering the bone. At home, it’s no better, with you dodging his kisses and affections with no indications you’ll ever want them again.

He wonders, briefly, if this is it. You realize you’re too good for him, worth more than a man who plays volleyball and screams at people, you deserve the stars and moon and you’re not getting it from him.

Between losing you and volleyball, he hopes its punishment enough

He can’t take it anymore. He’s lost the two loves of his life in the span of four hours, over a stupid mistake he made his bed with.

It’s been four days; you haven’t said six words to him, and he doesn’t even bother trying to get affection from you, he knows better than that. But he’s yearning for you, and while he’d never force anything onto you, he just wants to know:

Is there anything worth salvaging? Or is it just an exhaustive task, one he already knows the answer to, and you’re just too kind to tell him in person?

He needs to find out.

“Smells good in here,” he says quietly, looking at you with optimistic eyes. You give him a shrug back and continue to dress the warm bread with garlic and butter. “What’re you making?”

“I… I uhm saw a thing online on how to make bread shaped like a frog,” you say, turning back to it quietly. “Thought it would be fun.”

“It’s cute.”

“Thanks.”

The room is quiet, and when Kiyoomi hesitantly leans in for a kiss, you turn away, not ready for his affections yet.

Maybe ever again.

“I would like to kiss you,” he says, pleadingly.

“I don’t want to kiss you.”

“That’s okay. Can I… can I hug you?”

At the idea of being trapped in his arms, you shake your head, pushing him away and trying to make some distance. He obeys, but as you continue to shove him, he suddenly tries to intervene

“Please, stop,” he chokes, grabbing your hands to still you.

“Stop what?” You ask, even though you know the answer. Your hands do stop shoving him, but you avoid his gaze intently.

He sighs shakily, “I love you. I love you and every part of you. I love when you try to get inside of my skin and take my socks off with your toes. I like when you pick my nose and tickle me because I hate it, I like it when you sniff me, please just love me again.

I was so agitated that day, and that wasn’t your fault, and now I’ve ruined us because I was cruel. But please,” he collapses to his knees and wraps his arms around your legs, “just love me again. You’re safe, and it’s okay. Please.”

You don’t return his emotion, having been hurt by showing it before has made the feeling sour. “Kiyoomi-“

“It’s ‘yoomi. What happened to yoomi, why won’t you call me that anymore?”

“You screamed it out of my vocabulary, in case you forgot,” you snap. He squeezes your legs tighter like a child. “You don’t get to keep doing this. You don’t get to decide one day to snap or tell me know about something I’m doing, then a few days later tell me you miss doing it. For fucks sake, I flinched!” He starts to tremble against your legs. “And now you tell me you want to go back to how it was! You’re out of your mind.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll try my hardest to be better for you. A better man. A better boyfriend.”

“There’s almost no way for you to be worse.”

This time, he lets you go and stands up. His eyes are swollen with tears, the dark irises even deeper from the reddening of his scleras. “So, what?” He begins, voice wobbly. “We’re just never going to show affection again? Be in loveless love? Is that my punishment?”

“It’s NOT THAT BLACK AND WHITE!” You yell, losing your composure for the first time that fight. Your hands come down to grip and smack the bread against the counter, ruining it and sending crumbs flying everywhere. You sigh and lazily throw it in the sink in defeat, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “You sincerely think I wouldnt love nothing more than to wrap MY arms around you, squish your cheeks in MY hands, crawl into YOUR lap and cuddle when you get home? You think I wanted to make bread shaped like a fucking frog for fun? NO! I’m doing it, because YOU told me YOU didn’t want me to DO THOSE THINGS!”

“I was wrong!” He yells back. “I’m sorry!”

“THAT DOESNT MEAN IT WAS STILL OKAY TO DO!”

The room is silent. Too silent. Theres a rattling of dishes that can be heard from your screams of agony, a cabinet creaks and somewhere away, the dryer dings to signal its contents to be done.

Kiyoomi takes a deep inhale in through his nose to keep himself grounded, and you watch with balled fists. “I want you to feel like you have space. You deserve that. But you also need to know you’re endgame for me. You’re the only one I want, the only one who makes me feel excited to wake up in the morning and slip into sleep at night. And if this is it for us, you need to know that you were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”

You give him a sad, shaky sigh.

“I made a mistake. I made you feel unsafe in your own home. You never deserved that, never deserved that level of cruelty. Do you understand?”

“I think so,” you murmur.

“Do you need me to stay with Bokuto for a few nights?”

“No.”

“Do you need me to sleep on the couch?”

“…no… I don’t think so.”

He tears up at the idea you’re not completely upset with him, enough to sleep next to him in the same house. “What can I do to make you feel more comfortable?” He chews at his swollen lip, “I want to help you be comfortable around me again. Please.”

You gnaw at your lip as you process his words, and with a small shake of your head, you slowly, almost so slowly he doesn’t see it, slink towards him, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist. When his arms loosely slither around your waist, you tighten, but you don’t stop him.

It feels foreign, but so right at the same time. His swirling head is finally stilled. The demons stop their bark as you bury your face in his chest, sniffling softy in the fabric.

“Last time you left,” you begin. “You came home with a black eye from Miya. I’d hate to see what happens if you come home from Bokuto’s.”

“Okay, hold on, it was not from Miya.”

The change in tone has you laughing in his arms, and he tries to keep cool and not immediately pull you into a spine crushing hug that’ll spook you away from him again. He can’t help himself though, from rubbing his face against you and taking inhales of your scent, the shrieking and howling in his mind finally going quiet at the contact of you.

“Kiyoomi?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever talk to me like that again, I’ll give you another black eye.”

He chuckles and does, finally, squeeze you tighter, “I don’t blame you for a second.”

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