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Sorcerer Sakusa

(an drawing from a few months ago. From my witcher au.)

you guys DON’T understand !!!! big nose sakusa is my favorite agenda i WILL die with that claim

kiyoomi has a big, hooked nose that sticks out far from his side profile. he broke it a few times playing volleyball, and it sits crookedly on his “otherwise perfect” face. he’s never liked it, often wishing he could put it back to how it once was, but with the way you kiss the bridge of it and remind him of how handsome you think he is just as he is, he thinks he can bear the imperfection.

[ 𝟏:𝟒𝟕 𝐚.𝐦. ] - 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 never one to initiate displays of affection in your relationship. In fact, he usually left it to you to hold his hand or give him a hug. You’d both developed a system where you’d tap against the other’s shoulder three times if you wanted a hug, hand-hold, or anything of the sort.

Which is why it comes as a surprise when Kiyoomi feels a head rest against his chest, the warmth that follows your skin starting to spread against his own. At first, he doesn’t know what to do. His first instinct is to push away, simply crawl back into the right side of the bed, his own personal space.

But when you snuggle your head closer against him, arms unconsciously going to wrap around him, he finds himself starstruck. What kind of boyfriend would he be not to let you cuddle him? He couldn’t blame you for your actions, you were asleep, after all. Though, he did slightly regret not getting you that body pillow for Christmas.

You let out soft murmurs against him as your legs started to tangle with his own. Sakusa stiffened, doing his best not to wake you and just let you do your thing. He looked down at you for a bit, tracing your sleepy figure with his eyes. The soft sounds that left your lips were comforting to him, and your bedhead hair was adorable to him. Your eyelashes fluttered against your eyelids, and Sakusa couldn’t help but think of what an angel you looked like in your sleep.

Without even realizing, his left arm had gone around your waist and pulled you closer, his chin resting against the top of yours as he reveled in the warmth of your body. His legs were no longer stiff as boards, instead finding their place against your own as he started to drift off.

You stir, eyes opening groggily before widening as you realize you’re this close to Sakusa. Your heart starts to pound, fearing the worst as you start to babble. You know Sakusa isn’t one to enjoy sudden touches, but exactly how long had you made him uncomfortable with the unconscious cuddling?

“Omi, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Shh,” he whispers, the gravel in his voice telling you he was close to sleeping, “just come here, sweetheart.”

If not for the lack of light in the room, you surely would’ve been teased for looking so flustered in front of him. “O-Okay, babe,” you oblige, placing your hand on his chest as you lean into him. You wouldn’t complain about his change of heart tonight, rather, you’d enjoy it to the fullest.

Sakusa rests his head atop yours again, taking in your scent silently. You smile softly as you relax against him, enjoying the feeling of his arms being around you so carelessly. He was always one to shy away from loving touches, but you knew he was always a big teddy bear deep down. His hand traced slow circles against your skin, each touch lighting your skin on fire as you took deep breaths against him.

“Night, Omi,” you drawled, feeling yourself being pulled into your dreams, “I love you.” 

Sakusa could’ve sworn his heart burst hearing your soft, sleepy voice telling him you loved him. If it weren’t for you already falling asleep, he would’ve asked you to say it over and over until he memorized how pretty you sounded while saying it. But he resorted to pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, wrapping both his arms around you as he leaned back and repeated your words over and over.

He didn’t mind you leaning on his chest. The thump of your heartbeat against his only reminded him of how much he truly loved you, and how much he felt for you despite not being a physical-touch person. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes after taking one last look at your already-sleeping face.

“Goodnight, my love. I love you too,” He says, pulling you as close to him as he could before letting the night take over.

a/n: thank you to @sugawara-sweetheart​ for getting me into a cuddling sakusa mood🥺 desperately needed a soft omi omi today, hope you like this lil timestamp babe!

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working on something, should be out soon <3

↬ pairing. sakusa kiyoomi/gn! reader 

↬ summary. the rawest part of you fits me like a missing puzzle piece, or i think sakusa always deserves some tlc 

↬ genres. fluff

↬ wc.

↬ a/n. this piece features both characters showering together, so there is implied nudity. however, it is still entirely sfw, but i will use a read more ! also deals with anxiety

“let me hold you,” he pleads, watching you sort out the laundry in the closet. 

blinking, you agree- but after your shower. you inform him as such.

“we can shower together,” sakusa suggests, “i just want to hold you.”

in his insistence you hear the words he can’t express, the exhaustion and fear and the desperation to hold you, his favourite person, while doing one of his favourite activities, showering. 

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mkay gonna work on my carrd for a bit and then clean 

hope everyone enjoys my suga hcs <3

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

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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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Nice to Meet You! || Meet Cute AU!

♡ synopsis. a fleeting encounter where two souls meet for the first time. whether its a first glance or a first hello, theres definetely spring in the air, even if neither of them realize it yet. for love starts with an encounter and he couldn’‘t be anymore glad that its with you.

♡ genre. fluff ♡ feat. Akaashi & Kuroo ♡  wc. 1784 ♡ note. this is just gonna be a series of meet cute scenarios and I’m planning on making more of these! ps. how does one not get carried away when writing akaashi?

AKAASHI KEIJI

there they are again.

akaashi keji’s eyes have been trained on the same figure coming and leaving the university library for days now. at times he felt as though he was finally losing it. he’s only ever read about this feeling in picturesque novels and sickiningly sweet poetry. never in his life had he thought about those storybook cliches to happen in his mundane life.

but perhaps spring had finally come for him.

he wasn’t quite sure why he was so intrigued, like somesort of pied piper, you had him following your every move, having him wrapped around your finger without a single word. 

akaashi had thought he might want to change that. you were more than a cover to a book, he wanted to read your mind, know your story,  make out what makes you – you. then perhaps he’d have a better understanding to the pining inside his heart. so he finds his feet moving towards your direction without much of a thought, his sorroundings looking hazy as his heart picks up pace with every step. 

“here let me” he called out softly, reaching out for the book you were reaching since earlier, only for you to whip your head abruptly. 

“oh no — you don’t have to!“ 

you made the mistake of stepping back, and before you knew it, a great deal of paperbacks and articles cascaded off the bookshelves. you prepared yourself for the impact but it never came. you open your eyes, only to see akaashi had vigorously propped both his hands beside your head, shielding you from the onslaught of books as if it were a first instinct. he winces at the pain but it was nothing compared to the throbbing in his chest whilst he looked straight into your eyes given the close proximity.    

“akaashi!”

"it’s fine, i’m sorry for insisting too much” he backs away immediately and rubs a hand on the back of his neck. trying to catch his breath, he thought ‘this definetly wasn’t a good conversation starter’. he struggles to keep eye contact, catching a glimpse of the events that happened just moments ago when doing so. the image had him flushing red whilst he tried to sort himself out. 

“no no, its not fine! i could’ve killed you!” you worriedly ask him if he was okay, examining his condition whilst muttering a string of apologies. the attention was definitely not helping him calm down his nerves, yet he couldn’t help but savor the moment, even just for a little while. 

“you know my name” he murmured in daze to which you stare at him as though he said the most ridiculous of things. 

“that hurt didn’t it” you asked, a hint of guilt coating your voice. 

“just a little ache is all” 

“i knew it” you bit your nail in distress, thinking of ways to recover from this sticky situation. this was definitely not how you imagined your first conversation with him to turn out. 

you managed to muster up an idea and gave him a reassuring smile. at that moment, the man swears he gained another lifespan or two. “do you like cake? i know a perfect place, let me make it up to you c’mmon!”

“no its really fine“ he replied, waving his hands to refuse, only to lower it back and bite back his lips, seeing you upset at your own mistake. he sighs and gives in. “well, i wont say no to cake, but there is something else i wanted to ask if you dont mind”

“anything! its the least i could do for causing you trouble” your eyes light up, eager to listen to know what he had in mind, and with that, he cant help but look at you all too fondly. was it possible for someone to look this absolutely breathtaking without much effort?

“then, will you allow me to get to know you more,?” 

he flashes you a sweet smile, which only grew wider, seeing you fumble with your next words as you pick at the loose fabric of your shirt. he wonders where he got the sudden boost in confidence, but the flustered look on your face was definitely worth the effort. it had only been a few minutes since he first spoke with you but he can already tell you’ll keep him on his toes.

“are you sure? there isn’t really anything about me. i bet you dont even know my name yet.“

“(y/n)” he answers wholeheartedly, catching you off guard as he stares at you thoughtfully “your name’s (y/n)”

you pursed your lips together and slowly nodded your head. summoning all the courage you had, you took his hand and proceeded to drag the bespectacled male outside the campus library, the muscles of his cheeks growing soar from smiling whilst you try to hide your own. 

he was in trouble and he knew it.

KUROO TETSUROU

kuroo tetsurou runs through the busy streets muttering every curse word there is to exist, with kenma nagging at him on the other end of the phone. it wasn’t everyday that he was late, however, he just so happened to be late on the very day he had a very important job interview.

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