Luke Hillestad | Moth And Datura, 2023 | Oil On Hemp, 36 X 28 Cm

Butterfly Touches | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Touches from a loved one are precious.

And with Sakusa Kiyoomi, it’s particularly rare.

Not one for physical affections, the curly haired male often struggle to express his feelings without coming off as harsh or rude, thus limiting the circle of those he consider as safe to interact with at a closer distance. His mysophobia separated him from many, yet you’d been so determined to befriend him that you eventually managed to weasel your way past his bubble, where you’d then grew to become an important piece in his life.

Being with him is a challenge of its own, as for the most part, he’d come off as distant, yet you’d gotten used to reading him that it never bothered you too much. Even then, there are still days where you’d worry that he’d grown disinterested in you, which would explain the passiveness, yet you still continued to place your trust in him. 

Kiyoomi is as straightforward as one can get. And if he wanted to end your relationship, he would just say it - right?

The relationship that the both of you share always seem to fall into the category of a grey area, as there never really is a solid black or white when it comes to expressing his feelings. You know he loves you, that much is clear, but is that love strong enough to keep you from leaving? Are you satisfied with what you currently have?

He didn’t know. And he’s scared to find out the answer when he sat you down that evening, long fingers fidgeting nervously and picking at the drying patch on his left hand that came about from over-washing, unsure of how he’s supposed to initiate the conversation. The could almost hear the pounding of his heart with how loudly it’s beating, but he still refused to look at you. 

It was hard. How could he look you in the eye and reassure you that the love he has for you is still as strong as ever when he couldn’t even bring himself to hold your hand in public for a few minutes? He blamed his inability to physically express his care on the disorder, but he shouldn’t - he knows he shouldn’t - and he should do something about it before you slip away.

Were you about to yell at him? Break up with him? Look at him with disgust? He couldn’t tell.

“Kiyoomi,” you started, turning to face him completely, but respectively kept your distance. “I- this has to end.”

There it is. The four words he’d been dreading to hear.

You’d finally had enough. The curly haired volleyball player just knew that there was no way he could salvage what little hope that’s left once the words left your lips. He couldn’t breathe. 

His could feel his lungs contract and his heart being squeezed so tightly that he was certain he’d drop dead any moment now, wishing that he’s anywhere but there so he could curl up into a ball and become one with the walls that’s surrounding him. With thoughts racing faster than germs can spread, the only one that stood out was regret.

Regrets that are probably too late to atone.

He recalled all the times you’d attempted to bring up a topic regarding your relationship and all the times he’d evaded from them, the silence that follows and the disappointment that glazed your eyes now serving as a haunting nightmare playing repetitively like a broken record, taunting him. He should’ve listened, let you speak your mind, but he hadn’t done so. And he’s now reaping what he sowed.

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me know what’s bothering you.”

What?

With all the built-up and unnecessary worries, you were only attempting to help him. He felt like an idiot - an overthinking, empty headed idiot. 

And before he could stop himself, he’d teared up. You’d been so unbelievably patient with him that it almost felt unreal, that maybe you were playing a joke on him this entire time. But you weren’t. 

Your week had been clouded with worry for the ace spiker when he’d been quieter than usual, but was unsure of whether or not you should bring it up in fear that you’d overstepped your boundaries. Seeing him break down right now only served as a punch to your gut as this was the first time he allowed himself to be weak in front of you, and you felt helpless, knowing that you couldn’t even reach out to give him a reassuring hug.

So he did it instead. With trembling arms reaching out to clutch at the fabric of your uniform, he allowed himself to bask your hesitant embrace. He wasn’t sure if what he’s currently feeling is fear or excitement, but when you’d finally wrapped your arms around him, there was no denying that it was neither. 

He’d never been more relieved to know that you still cared enough about him to raise the same worries you’d been carrying because of his selfish attitude, and it felt good. Registering that this was the first time the both of you have truly touched, he let himself remember such an unfamiliar yet welcoming feeling.

Warm. It felt warm.

Since then, he’d opened up to your more, through both his words and action. Albeit not much, the ace did his best to convey his thoughts with small gestures on days where he could manage, and you respected it when he couldn’t. He’s trying, and that’s what matters the most.

Like the touch of a butterfly, Kiyoomi’s is much alike - gentle, soft, and uniquely his.

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:

Continua a leggere

you die in every iteration of the tale. every letter about you is printed in blood.

the reflection in your eyes slowly dims, crimson trailing off your outstretched fingers. you are smiling this time.

since when had this been decided? you don’t know where the path for your inevitable fate started to unfold. you find yourself situated in between the civilians and the threat to their safety.

people around you try to prolong it, burning your draft letters and ushering you home before dusk. they insist you spend the days working the land and nights beside fireplaces.

but nothing can change the shape of your soul. you, self-sacrificial, reach out to wipe the tears of a crying child. you remember what it’s like, to be young and innocent. to have the unyielding belief that the world is, and should be, fair and kind to all.

and you will die, and die, and die.

you do not know your fate, your wide grin casting a light over the overcast sky. you are not fearless, but act in spite of the heavy dread. you do not hesitate, as you push yourself off the cliff along with the enemy soldier.

you are born to die, to leave the marks of your bloodied sword carved into a boulder. to leave the world with red clouding your vision.

writers:

break up your paragraphs. big paragraphs are scary, your readers will get scared

fuuuuck epithets. “the other man got up” “the taller woman sat down” “the blonde walked away” nahhh. call them by their names or rework the sentence. you can do so much better than this (exception: if the reader doesn’t know the character(s) you’re referring to yet, it’s a-okay to refer to them by an identifying trait)

blunette is not a thing

new speaker, new paragraph. please.

“said” is such a great word. use it. make sweet love to it. but don’t kill it

use “said” more than you use synonyms for it. that way the use of synonyms gets more exciting. getting a sudden description of how a character is saying something (screaming, mumbling, sighing) is more interesting that way.

if your summary says “I suck at summaries” or “story better than summary” you’re turning off the reader, my dude. your summary is supposed to be your hook. you gotta own it, just like you’re gonna own the story they’re about to read

follow long sentences w short ones and short ones w long ones. same goes for paragraphs

your writing is always better than you think it is. you just think it’s bad because the story’s always gonna be predicable to the one who’s writing it

i love u guys keep on trucking

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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sugawara as your boyfriend

my brain is currently rotting bc of suga ! love him so much so i definitely went heavy in the simp department </3

the most chaotic person ever

everyone thinks he’s the sweetest but he annoys you for sport an actual menace

will pinch you just for fun 

definitely unplugged your phone charger while you were using it

then used it for his own phone :/

don’t try to get him back, i promise you’ll regret it (he always has something up his sleeve)

but he always makes up for it so maybe it’s not so bad

not true, he sabotaged your spotify wrapped by playing your least favorite artist when you weren’t around

pretty lowkey about your relationship. he doesn’t mind people knowing— but prefers not to share details

if you ask suga for help with your homework, he’ll either tease you or doodle on your arm

only serious 5% of the time

his favorite dates are game nights

arcades ? laser tag ? board games ? basically, anything where he can be competitive

please don’t ever play monopoly, he’s vicious and will kick your ass

will force you to get up early with him to be “productive” (rip night owls aka me)

koushi’s the type to ask to read you to sleep but wake you up every time you doze off because he has to “finish the job”

surprises you with little trinkets (a random bracelet he made, a charm he bought at a vendor, polaroid pictures from when he was younger)

somehow convinced you to get a pet with him

you now have 3 ferrets and 5 goldfish :’)

suga loves to go on long drives with you. doesn’t care who drives or where you’re going, he loves any time spent with you

you’ll be gone for a day and a half because he didn’t want to go home tbh same

will get a bunch of matching t-shirts when you guys go on roadtrips

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the flower garden

pairing: sakusa x reader 

warnings: none

genre: fluff 

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kiyoomi gives red roses on the first date. he’s standing in-front of your door, bouquet in his hand. he cannot help but ask himself: is this too much? he looks down at the roses, they’re loud and bright against his pale hand - red like the sunset, red like apples and raspberries. what if you think he’s moving too fast? roses on the first date? perhaps he should not have listened to his sister. his thoughts come to a halt, when the door opens and you are standing there, smiling - looking at the flowers. kiyoomi, are those for me? you ask. he nods his head, and your eyes twinkle. they’re beautiful, thank you! he passes them to you, ears tinted red. 

(he had nothing to worry about.)

-x-

kiyoomi gives orange tulips when returning from an away game. he enters the apartment, careful not to crush the flowers - orange like the leaves in autumn, orange like fire cackling - as he takes his shoe off at the entrance. he takes his face-mask off, entering the living room, and the sunset blankets the room in golden orange. kiyoomi, is that you? you call out. he hears the bedroom door slide open, and your footsteps against the floor. you smile wide, walking towards him and say, welcome home. the orange flowers fall into your embrace, as you hold them with all the love and care. it’s good to be back, he says, pressing his lips on yours. 

(home is not just a place, it is also a person.)

-x-

kiyoomi gives white lilies after an argument. he is currently at the public park, and can see you sitting on the white wooden bench, alone. it has been a few hours since he last spoke to you. you left the apartment - eyes angry, lips scowling. he knew he would find you here, and truthfully, he does not want to sleep on an argument - he loves you too much. your facing forward, he places his hand on your shoulder, and you jump at the sudden contact. i’m sorry, he says, gently. he places down the white lilies next to you - white like the glimmering snow, white like the moon wolves howl at. you do not reply, nor do you turn to look at him. but you do pick the flowers up - plastic wrap crinkling -  holding them close to your chest.

(relationships are not always perfect. and that is okay, because from here, you will both learn and grow.)

-x-

you give purple orchids on his birthday. kiyoomi is not one for celebrations, he does not like crowded spaces - preferring to stay within the comfort of these four walls. celebrations are small and intimate, and you do not mind, as spending time with him - if it is with a group of people, or just the two of you alone - is what matters the most. you gift him the purple flowers - purple like the wings of a butterfly, purple like the sky at dusk. happy birthday, kiyoomi, you say. he smiles, softly. thank you. the cylinder vase is small in his hands, as he smells the orchids. you know, the purple really brings out the colour of your eyes. he looks at you, amused. really? you grin. yeah.

(he is a year older and wiser. but no matter what happens, he will always be your kiyoomi.)

seconds, hours, minutes, days | kenma k. 

pairing: kenma kozume x gn!reader  word count, genre: 2.2k words, fluff, university au, strangers to friends to lovers.  summary: love is nothing more than just a fleeting feeling. until he meets you and suddenly, he finds himself looking forward to every moment he can spend with you.  press play: blueming by iu, leo by bol4 ft. baekhyun 

The door to the cafe opens, the addicting aroma of coffee beans travels through the air and greets Kenma when he steps inside. He scans the room, finding the familiar figure of his longtime friend who was currently chatting the barista by the counter. He’s walking towards Kuroo and he could already hear excited laughter coming from the front. 

When he enters the scene, the stranger directs their friendly gaze to him and the second that their eyes meet, Kenma feels he’s in the middle of a meet-cute of some romcom movie. 

The first thing he notices is the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the corners of your mouth turning upwards as you greet him. He hears your voice, but he couldn’t make out what you were saying—as if he was entranced by a spell, too busy to pay attention to anything else and finding it all too easy to become drawn to your aura.  

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synopsis —> growing up, l/n y/n always loved to clean, finding comfort in the process and a sense of accomplishment with the results. because of this, she decides to pursue a job as a cleaner. leading her to a man “wary” of germs, sakusa kiyoomi.

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader warnings: slight nsfw jokes, foul language status: completed

disclaimer —> i do not own any of the haikyuu characters or art used in this social media au.

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y/n’s squad | sakusa’s squad

☆ chapter one

☆ chapter two

☆ chapter three

☆ chapter four

☆ chapter five

☆ chapter six

☆ chapter seven

☆ chapter eight

☆ chapter nine

☆ chapter ten

☆ chapter eleven

☆ chapter twelve

☆ chapter thirteen

☆ chapter fourteen

☆ chapter fifteen

☆ chapter sixteen

☆ chapter seventeen

☆ chapter eighteen

☆ chapter nineteen

☆ chapter twenty

☆ chapter twenty one

☆ chapter twenty two

☆ chapter twenty three

☆ chapter twenty four

☆ chapter twenty five

☆ chapter twenty six

☆ chapter twenty seven

☆ chapter twenty eight

☆ chapter twenty nine

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a/n: the title sucks and that’s because i can’t make up titles for shit, im so sorry :<

art credits: @soojaeng_ on twitter, @kwonrugger on twitter, @aikk00 on tumblr

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