[ 𝟏:𝟒𝟕 𝐚.𝐦. ] - 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 Never One To Initiate Displays Of

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x gn!reader genre: fluff, slice of life wc: 1.2k

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There were a lot of things Sakusa wanted to do on his day off.

In fact, if one were to open the notes app on his phone, one would find a neatly compiled list of things he had planned in anticipation for this said day-off.

First on his list was to clean his apartment — his schedule is soon to be ridiculously packed with practices, games, interviews, and events, and who knows when he’ll get the next chance to tidy up his space?

Then, he thought, perhaps he could finally make a dent in the pile of books that were slowly accumulating dust on his night stand.

He even saw a movie he wanted to watch on some streaming service Komori downloaded into his TV. He read the reviews online, and it looked great.

Maybe he was gonna make himself a fancy snack. He might have gone to the grocery store to stock up on food and household items.

He had an entire day off — one that he wouldn’t be getting for maybe another three months, with season in full swing. He wants to make the most of it, and be productive.

So the last thing he ever wanted to do was to be sitting in a dusty waiting room of a dentist’s office, tapping his shoes impatiently on the linoleum floor. The reception attempted to usher him into a seat, but one look at the dark gray linen seats made him shake his head with vigor.

He’s been waiting for nearly forty five minutes, and the sharp scent of the antiseptics had started to singe his nose hairs. The TV that hung from the corner of the ceiling played the same news program in an endless loop, and no matter how many times he checked, his reception gave him zero bars.

Just as he was about to hang his head back and groan in frustration, the door into the exam rooms buzzed open, and a dental assistant peeps her head out, visibly sagging with relief at the sight of Sakusa.

“Are you Omi?” she asks Sakusa, and the black mask strapped across his face had successfully hidden the frown of irritation.

“That would be me,” he begrudgingly answers, and the young woman nodded before turning back inside.

As soon as the door opens, Sakusa nearly falls over in shock when the dental assistant emerges with you in a wheelchair, two ice packs wrapped against both sides of your cheeks with a white bandage tied with a bow neatly on top.

Though, that wasn’t the only part of your appearance that was jarring. He had thought you might be a little loopy, but he never expected for you to be wheeled out a sobbing, blubbering mess.

“Where’s Omi?” You said in between shaky breathes, your words muffled by the cotton that had been stuffed against your bleeding gums.

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[4:05 PM] MIYA ATSUMU

you’ve decided that you cannot stand miya atsumu.

and you don’t mean that—at least not entirely—but he’s standing in front of you, bag slung over his shoulder and a stupid little smile dragging across his lips, and you’re sure if you had a little more faith in your fighting ability you would punch him.

“i’m just asking for one chance—and if you hate it you’ll never have to hear from me again.” he raises a brow and both of you know that’s more than a lie.

“not to be dramatic but i’d rather be caught dead than on a date with you ‘tsumu.”

“oh c’mon, you’re breaking my heart,” he hums.

and you’re sure you could kill him, “good.”

he laughs—breathy and warm and a little more appealing than you’d ever care to admit. and if he hadn’t asked you out three times this week—if he hadn’t brought flowers to your locker and insisted on walking you home and showed up at your door in a thunderstorm—you’re sure you would find him much less endearing.

“what about that coffee shop you like? the one downtown?” he raises his hands in the air, as if that’ll make his offer any more appealing. “i’ll buy you anything you want.”

“and if i order the most expensive thing on the menu?”

he grins, “i guess i’m buying the most expensive thing on the menu.”

oh, and you cannot stand miya atsumu. you can’t stand the way he smiles and you can’t stand the way he stands at your locker and you absolutely can’t stand that now, as he stands at your door in the pouring rain, he still has that pretty little smile on his face.

“and if i hate it i never have to hear from you again?” you ask.

“only if you hate it,” he replies.

you shift on your feet, eyeing him as he stands in your doorway, and you decide that the only thing you can’t stand more than atsumu is the fact that you’re so tempted to say yes.

“i’m gonna hate it.” he shakes his head.

“you think i’d let that happen after all this? not in a million years, angel.”

you sigh, hoping he doesn’t notice the smile that crawls up your cheeks.

(he does)

“you seem a little too sure of yourself right now.”

“it’s confidence. you should try it sometime.” his gaze falls over your face and you already know you’ve set yourself up. “start by having some in me maybe.”

oh, how you hate him.

“one chance, miya.”

and he smirks, “one chance.”

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omg please think about going on a tinder date with iwaizumi and it goes horribly.

he barely talks, only answering your questions with short sentences. never tries to reciprocate the energy and you sit there in silence most of the date. when you finish with dinner, you think he’s going to walk you home but he literally says “bye” with a small wave, shoves his hands in his pocket and turns the other way. and in the morning he texts you “cool date.” and you decide to never speak to him again.

so imagine your surprise 5 years later when you walk into the same restaurant on a blind date set up by your friend. and sitting at the table is iwaizumi hajime. you can’t decide whether to run away or pretend to pass out so you can get out of this impending disaster, but he makes eye contact with you and walks towards you before you can make a decision.

“you’re y/n right? oikawa sent you here?” you nod, “yeah. it’s nice to see you again.” and you watch his expression morph from confusion into pure horror when he remembered how terrible that date went. and he starts to apologize so profusely saying that he was an idiot teenager who didn’t understand the inner workings of a date and he’s a much better person now but he understands if you want to turn around and never see him again and he just keeps spouting random things that make no sense until you cut him off with a laugh.

you smile and say you’d love to give him a second chance and man does the date go amazingly. he actually speaks to you this time, telling you stories of his childhood and how he became friends with oikawa and why he decided to go on the blind date. and you can’t stop giggling and smiling at how sweet he is and how sarcastic he can be. and 6 hours later they had to kick you out of the restaurant because you’ve been there so long and lost track of time since things were going so well.

he actually walks you home too, subtly brushing his hand against yours on the way back. asking you about your job and your friends and how someone as perfect as you managed to meet someone like oikawa. and he smiles so widely when you smile and he makes sure to tell you how pretty you look when you’re happy. and he drops you off at your door, refusing to come in for now but leans in so your faces almost touch and waits for permission to kiss you. and there’s sparks, he’s so gentle and so kind and as he pulls away from the kiss he places one more quick peck against your lips before telling you goodnight.

and he sends a text later that night saying “cool date.” to which you respond “yeah, cool date.”

and you both laugh about it years later while reminiscing, with a shiny ring on your finger.

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sakusa kiyoomi x reader

summary- you’re a college student coming fresh off a broken heart. sakusa, too, is a student at your university as well as a volleyball player with your close friend bokuto. when atsumu bets sakusa that he couldn’t handle, nonetheless date, your cynical personality, will the relationship you built with kiyoomi sakusa crumble?

genre- college!au fluff, angst, humor, crack

taglist- open

status- ongoing

they forced themselves there  || y/n’s besties <3

i. do i wanna know?

ii. when he sees me 

iii. tainted love

iv. moonshine

v. iris

vi. don’t speak

vii. lovely

viii. wait for me

ix. jessie’s girl

x. babooshka

xi. hit me with your best shot

xii. i will always think of you

xiii. washing machine heart

xiv. nuit blanche

xv. better now

Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi tended to avoid a number of things: germs, crowds, his teammates, and interviews. He preferred his life out of the limelight. When rumors spring up about his love life, keeping his fiancée a secret becomes a whole lot harder.

Chapter List

The Snake Den 

MSBY Black Jackals

Return to Tokyo

The Game

Post Match Interviews || Extra

A Late Night Encounter || Atsumu

Drinks with the Boys

Spring Qualifiers

Tokyo Rematch

Sponsors and Fangirls || Extra

Musubi Tower

Gold Digger

Breakfast at Tiffany’s

If She Had to Pick

The Final Game

BONUS: Paranoia || Kiyoto

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sakusa is staring at you. this in itself is not unusual. he’s not one for words, and his tolerance for touch can be mostly unpredictable, so the staring is just a thing he ends up doing sometimes.

just your luck that today, he seems more intent on it than usual - on the exact day it makes your skin crawl more than usual. you feel gross. like he’s eyeing you the way he eyes tables that need to be wiped down.

“uhm.. omi?”

he hums. not even a worded response, just a hum. 

“sorry.”

at that, he startles, pulling himself up straighter to his full sitting height. “wait, for what?”

“that i’m having a bad week.”

“‘s not your fault, though.”

“maybe, but it’s made my attitude absolutely horrible. and also… i’m going to have to ask you to leave. i need- i need space.”

“oh. uh…” sakusa is a little stuck. you’ve never directly asked him to leave before. while he could be offended, he’s a little more awed that you’re finally starting to make selfish demands of him. “okay. i’ll be at the gym, i guess. or home, depending how long you need. do you need me to do anything first or while i’m gone? groceries or anything?”

you just need him out so you can let yourself feel every holed up emotion you need to feel. “no, thank you. you can text me if you want, but i’m turning off my phone until my head is on right.”

“okay. take care, love. call me when you’re ready.”

even though you asked for it, the lack of omi is abrupt. but he’s not stupid. he’s pretty well-versed in the science of you, and he thinks he knows at least half of what’s going on in your head. if you told anyone else, they wouldn’t believe you, but omi writes you love letters pretty regularly, and that night, he pens another to slide under your door in the morning:

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