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a day in the life of sakusa kiyoomi (featuring you)

6:30 AM:

“omi, nooo.”

“let go. i gotta.”

“no.”

“come on, don’t be a brat,” he groans.

“if you love me, you’ll stay.” sakusa sighs, pecking your forehead softly, hand gliding over your back as he feels you against him. it’s warm and it’s home, and he’s almost tempted to stay glued to you.

almost.

“i have to go jog, i’ll be back,” he mumbles, unlatching himself despite your hands attempting to claw their way back to him. “stop that, you’re—hey! don’t smack my ass, weirdo.”

and even though his cheeks are tainted red and he’s thoroughly embarrassed, he grins to himself when he walks to the bathroom and hears your giggles.

7:20 AM:

“omi, quit picking at the calluses on your hands.”

“‘m not,” he denies through a quiet mumble, hiding his hands under the table with a pout.

“you’re hopeless.”

the plate of breakfast placed before him makes his heart flutter. sakusa can’t stop the little chuckle he lets out when he sees the strawberries assembled into a little heart on the plate.

“and you’re a cliche sap,” he teases. and when he catches the spoon you throw at him, smirking when you groan at his athleticism, he almost considers skipping practice to stay home with you.

“hurry and eat, you’ll be late.”

“i’m never late.”

“i don’t care, shut up and eat,” you huff. his chair scoots closer to yours when you settle next to him with your own plate.

7:34 AM:

“babe, bab—oh my goodness—okay, that’s enough. i’ll be late—oh my god,” he groans through the onslaught of kisses you place on his face. he pretends he’s annoyed, but the blush and the wobble of his lips as he fights back a smile says otherwise.

sakusa loves goodbye kisses, you’re no fool.

“okay,” you peck his lips one last time. “there, i’m done. now you may go.” he shuffles a little and stares at the ground, pout on his face.

“ahem,” he clears his throat.

“you’ll be late, what are you—”

“you’re forgetting two things.”

“what?” he glares at you, and you glare back.

“first of all, you’re supposed to say i love you? what happened to that?” rolling your eyes, you purse your lips at him with a raised brow.

“kay, i love you. what else do you need?”

“thank you, i love you too.” his eyes meet the floor again. “you missed a spot,” he murmurs quietly. and even though you laugh at him, and he scowls and shoves you away for a bit, you place two big kisses to his moles, sending him off.

7:57 AM:

“omi, why’re ya smilin’ at yer phone like that?” sakusa’s grin instantly drops, and his usual scowl graces his features. atsumu tends to have that effect on him.

“ooh! are you talking to y/n? i love them! tell them i said hi!” bokuto’s voice is booming loud as ever—too loud for eight am on a monday morning for him.

“no, you don’t need to say hi—”

“tell them i said hi too!” he glares at a certain ginger instantly. he’s a bit annoyed that his last minute conversation with you before weight training is interrupted, but he doesn’t deny that deep down, he’s at home here too, surrounded by three loud mouths he can’t escape.

he shoots a quick message with a scowl on his face.

bokuto and hinata said hi

and atsumu, too he adds after the setter insists through whines.

and when he gets a tell them i said hi too! he can’t help but smile softly again—although it drops two seconds after when atsumu opens his mouth once more.

12:36 PM:

“my shoulder hurts.”

“you slacked off on your stretches again, didn’t you?” he doesn’t meet your eyes as he unpacks his bento.

“no.” he did. and he knows you know, but sakusa doesn’t like being scolded. especially not on his lunch break.

“yes you did, kiyoomi,” you say sternly. and he pouts, unhappy with your tone.

“don’t yell at me, i’m hungry, i don’t deserve this right now.” he pulls out the note you left him, scanning over the sweet message, noticing the little bunch of hearts on the bottom next to your signed name. he cracks a smile, turning the note to face you through the screen. “you’re a cliche sap part two.”

“and you’re an idiot who can’t take care of himself part two. quit picking at your calluses and quit slacking on your stretches. make sure you stretch longer before practice.” sakusa glares at you through his phone, but his heart does a little squeeze at how you take care of him.

“kay, whatever, you’re rude. now tell me about your day so far.” he’s kept very entertained throughout his lunch break as he hears your rambles about trivial things.

8:17 PM:

“i’m home,” sakusa calls out. silence. with a frown, he calls out “i said i’m home,” louder this time.

“oh my god, i’m coming, you’ll live if you’re not greeted in two seconds,” you huff as you emerge from the bathroom. but still, your hands cup his cheeks gently, pulling him into a searing kiss with a soft smile on your face.

“i could very well die,” he mumbles in between kisses, burying his head into your neck and pecking the skin there as your hands smooth through his curls. “missed you.”

“me too. dinner’s gonna be ready in a bit, go shower,” you whisper.

“no, not yet.”

“omi, we’ll cuddle after—”

“yeah, but i wanna cuddle now.” smiling to yourself, you rub over his shoulder, the one you know is sore, and he slacks more weight into you.

“hey,” you whisper.

“what?”

“i love you.”

“yeah, i love you too,” sakusa grins before tugging you along to your shared room, plopping himself on top of you in bed.

8:33 PM:

“and then i was spiking the ball, and i saw him just trip in the corner,” he snorts along with you, shaking his head as he recounts details from practice. “he thought no one noticed but i’m pretty sure everyone did.”

“i saw a kid trip at the grocery store today,” you chuckle. “i’m going to hell for laughing.” sakusa cracks a large grin, poking your cheek with his index finger.

“you’re going to hell anyway.”

“so are you.”

“that’s why we’re a match made in heaven. or hell. you know what? both.” his hand finds yours under the table, squeezing it gently as your thumb rubs over his knuckles. “oh yeah, i need a hair cut, remind me to make an appointment later this week.”

“no, omi! it’s not even that long,” you whine.

“yes it is, it gets in my eyes when i go to serve.”

“then wear clips. you look hot with longer hair,” you insist, making him scowl.

“no, that’s weird.” but he can’t help but sigh when your pout deepens, weak to his knees at the look. “fine, i’ll do it like next week or something instead,” he mutters. the smug grin on your face makes him roll his eyes, but the brightness in your eyes fills him up to the brim with warmth.

11:31 PM:

“can we go to bed now, love?” sakusa yawns, nudging you from his spot on your chest. you hum as you scroll through your phone.

“what are you? an old man? only grandpas head in for the night at eleven thirty.” he raises an eyebrow.

“you nap all day, you lazy brat. that’s why you’re never tired at night.”

“excuse me, i did a lot of work today, don’t even start. a few smacks of a ball shouldn’t get you this tired.” he pulls the blanket over his body, huffing as he gets comfortable on top of your body.

“fine, you stay up, i’ll sleep.”

“omi, don’t sleep on me, you’re heavy.”

“oh well,” he mumbles, already dozing off. you want to be mad, but he looks utterly beautiful in his sleep, cheek smooshed against your chest, face calm and at peace. he looks a few years younger, and you can’t help but smile to yourself, pushing back the hair from his face and kissing his moles.

“i guess your hair has gotten a bit longer,” you whisper. “goodnight, omi. i love you.” and sakusa, as if he knows, smiles a bit in his sleep, humming contentedly.

he considers today a pretty good day.

raise your hand if you remember this from my old blog ;)