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