sunarots

[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

40. happy fucking new year ♡

"He just did another one!"

Osamu is cracking up at the end of the table at his brother, who has tears streaming down his face. His eyes are red and swollen, and there's some white at the bottom of his nose. Suna pans his camera across the table as he cheers, likely another video he'll post on his story.

You lean past Kiyoomi, one hand on his shoulder with the other jabbing in Atsumu's direction. "Stop doing suicide shots!" you yell, taking away his final shot of tequila and passing it to Bokuto instead. "One was enough! Five is too many!"

"Party pooper!" Atsumu calls back, dabbing at his eyes with his napkin.

You shake your head and settle back into the booth, turning to face Keiji again. He's finished his whiskey and is waiting for someone to offer to get the round, not wanting to move from Bokuto's side. Bokuto has already taken the shot you passed him and is now sipping on his beer.

"Hey! Let's dance!" Bokuto yells, grabbing onto both you and Keiji's arms to try and usher you from your seats.

A squeal slips out at the action as you instinctively take Kiyoomi's hand to keep yourself in the booth. Bokuto turns back and pouts at you, trying to convince you to move. "No way! I'm not drunk enough, Bo! We'll be up for midnight, okay?"

He shrugs his shoulders and contracts around the table, pulling Hinata and Atsumu out from their seats to join them. They don't hesitate, Kageyama trudging behind his boyfriend to reluctantly dance.

Kiyoomi taps your glass and raises an eyebrow, gesturing to the bar. You nod your head, sliding out from the booth and taking his hand. He keeps a tight grip to not lose you in the crowd, directing you in front of him once you reach the counter. He orders quickly, flashing the bartender a smile before facing you.

"Having a good night?"

You nod slowly, a smile making its way out onto your face. "Only because I'm with you. I want to sleep for three years," you say with a giggle.

He checks his watch before flashing it to you. "Five minutes until midnight, love. It's a big year for us." He doesn't elaborate, taking the tray from the server and leading you back to the table.

You take one of the shot glasses and down it before he can stop you, beaming at him when he feigns offence. "Oops!"

Kiyoomi shakes his head at you as he sets the tray down on the table and sits back in his seat. He pulls you down onto his lap, securing his arms around your waist to keep you close.

"Are you going up for the countdown?" you ask Osamu and Suna, taking your drink from the tray to take a sip.

Suna shakes his head, leaning back in his seat. "Nah, no chance. We'll be here watching everyone's stuff."

Kiyoomi furrows his eyebrows as he looks around. "Where's Atsumu?"

Osamu gestures behind him to where his brother is grinding up a girl who looks the same age as you. "Guess."

You shrug your shoulders and drape an arm around Kiyoomi's neck. "He's single now. He can have as much fun as he likes. So long as they don't start fucking, because I think I can see his boner."

Kiyoomi frowns. "Why are you looking at his boner?"

"I didn't mean to, but it's pretty obvious," you defend, gesturing over to the pair so Kiyoomi can see it.

He pulls a face of disgust and reaches around you to chug his drink. "That's disgusting."

You nod along, copying Kiyoomi in finishing your drink as quick as possible. He checks his watch again before gently tapping your side.

"Let's go."

You set down your glass and shuffle out onto your feet, waiting patiently for Kiyoomi before making your way towards the others (minus Atsumu, who you don't really want to be seen with right now). You lock your arm with Kiyoomi's and look up to the clock, a smile on your lips.

A big year for us.

You respond to Bokuto's high five once you spot his hand waiting, laughing as he excitedly wraps his arms around Keiji's neck.

Ten!

As everyone starts counting down, Kiyoomi leans towards you.

Nine!

His lips brush against your ear, the heat sending shivers down your spine.

Eight!

His fingers carefully caress your waist.

Seven!

"I got the contact nullified."

Six!

"We don't have to do this anymore."

Five!

You pull away from him with so much force you almost fall, feeling a stabbing in your chest.

Four!

"What?"

Three!

"I texted Aoi-"

Two!

"-she's fine with it."

One!

Feeling the tears starting to well in your eyes, the noise surrounding you becomes too much. He nullified the contract? Does this mean... Why would he do that? You cover your mouth to try hide your quivering lip, but the tears that slip out give it away even more.

Reaching a hand out towards yours, Kiyoomi starts to say your name. You swat it away, pushing through the crowd to get to the table. You reach past Osamu and Suna to grab your bag, ignoring their queries of if you're okay.

When you turn around, Kiyoomi is headed towards you with a frown. "Where are you going?"

You manage to scoff through the tears, continuing on your way towards the door. "Home!"

He shouts your name once again. Then again, and again. Your name is the only word he knows right now.

As the sobs start escaping, you spin around on your heels to face him. You don't care about the eyes on the two of you, all you want is to go home. "I wish I never fucking met you!" you shout, your voice breaking halfway through.

Knowing he's not following, you pull out your phone whilst rushing outside. The cold air hits you like a truck despite your thick coat, vision blurred from the tears. You scroll through your contacts until you find the name you're looking for, paying no mind to those watching your breakdown.

The phone rings a few times before she answers, hearing distant music in the background. "Hey, y/n. Everything okay?"

You struggle to breathe through your cries, looking over your shoulder before making your way down the street to get away from the club. "I knew he hated me, I knew it," you cry, wiping frantically at the tears. "He ended it, Mei. Kiyoomi broke up with me."

"What? On New Year? Are you fucking kidding me? Turn on your location and we'll come-"

"No! Not Kaede or Hirano. I don't want to see them anymore." You try to steady your breathing, pausing to put your phone on speaker and share your location. "I knew he hated me, he never meant any of it!"

"Y/n, take deep breaths. I'm getting in a cab now, okay? Stay on the phone with me."

You nod slowly, taking a seat on a bench by the road. "I thought he liked me. I thought he changed his mind."

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

taglist (CLOSED). @kawoala @kozu-chan @mayyhaps @jayathelostdragon @vi0let-writes @lavender-pink-socks @kodzumicyy @alcyneus @fi-chanwrites @mdmraz @uhsakusa @sophiahearttss @jnfectedz @ascebel @glads-stuff @freakypickle @anonymity-222 @aldebrana @shozuken @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @followingmysunsposts @v3nusplanetofluv @wakashudou @sexylexy12 @nanasrkives @cloudtato @yuminako @soobinsbreadscrumbs @lover-no-lover61 @bloodb3nders @meikstv @sugacor3 @darling-eos @iheartamora @xerophyides @xiaoquanquans @oneanabillion @kitasricefarm @pookalicious-hq @idexmids @hantas-left-elbow @mo072806 @satanscornchip @faesix @lerrainesstuff @i7ghoul @goonforgeto @moonshoon @neuviloved @snoowply

[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

39. FOMO

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

taglist (CLOSED). @kawoala @kozu-chan @mayyhaps @jayathelostdragon @vi0let-writes @lavender-pink-socks @kodzumicyy @alcyneus @fi-chanwrites @mdmraz @uhsakusa @sophiahearttss @jnfectedz @ascebel @glads-stuff @freakypickle @anonymity-222 @aldebrana @shozuken @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @followingmysunsposts @v3nusplanetofluv @wakashudou @sexylexy12 @nanasrkives @cloudtato @yuminako @soobinsbreadscrumbs @lover-no-lover61 @bloodb3nders @meikstv @sugacor3 @darling-eos @iheartamora @xerophyides @xiaoquanquans @oneanabillion @kitasricefarm @pookalicious-hq @idexmids @hantas-left-elbow @mo072806 @satanscornchip @faesix @lerrainesstuff @i7ghoul @goonforgeto @moonshoon @neuviloved @snoowply

[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

38. merry christmas ♡

"Can I talk to you?"

You look up at Hirano, who's clutching his glass so tight you're shocked it's not broken. After a pause, you nod and turn to Kiyoomi. "Hey, I'll be back in a second." You kiss his cheek before standing from your seat, taking your drink with you.

Hirano leads you through to the empty kitchen, where he takes a seat on one of the stools. "Um, I know things have been awkward between us but... I just wanted to say merry Christmas. It's weird not having you around," he says, tracing the rim of his glass with his finger. He watches you shift the weight between your legs anxiously, trying to think of what to say. "That's all."

"Merry Christmas," you say back, but you can't seem to move from your spot. "Um, did Miya get you anything nice?"

"Yeah, he got me a few things. This shirt." He gestures to what he's wearing before taking a sip of his drink. "How did meeting Sakusa's family go?"

"Oh, really good. He says they like me so I think I'm in." You set down your glass on the counter and push yourself up, admiring Meian's kitchen. "You want to hear something funny?"

Hirano hums, topping up his drink. "What?"

"I thought he hated me." As you speak, you play with the charm of the necklace he gave you. "Until we got home that night, I really did think he hated me and didn't want to be with me."

"I get that. You were going through a rough patch, and that's what everyone thinks during that time." He glances to make sure you're still alone before continuing. "Speaking of that night... Kaede. How have we not spoken about that yet?"

At the mention of her name, you push yourself off the counter and hurry over to sit beside him. "Oh my god! What even happened? Iichi was cheating? I mean, I called it and got called a slut but now isn't the time for I told you so, it's Christmas. But tell me everything!"

"Okay, so we were meant to be having casual drinks and meeting Mei's new friend. We think they're dating but just not ready to say- anyway! Iichi was meant to be working that night and couldn't make it. We get there and Iichi is sitting at a different table with another girl on his lap, tongue down her throat and a hand on her ass. Kaede goes apeshit, smacks the girl with her handbag, and the other girl jumps at her. She breaks Kaede's nose, and we got escorted out. It was crazy. She also forgives you for not being able to get us."

The more Hirano speaks, the more you push your eyebrows together. A heavy sigh slips out as you chug the rest of your glass before starting to top it up. "Um... Okay, I get that Kaede was mad but she attacked the wrong person. Iichi was at fault, not the girl. Also, she forgives me? For putting my boyfriend first over the people who have shit on me? That's insanely insulting." You set down the lemonade and look at your glass before taking one of the plastic shot glasses and vodka. "I'm not sorry."

"That's what friends do, y/n. We shit on each other. That's how it's always been," he argues, not caring about his volume.

You down the shot and pick up your glass, shrugging your shoulders. "Well, if that's what friends do... Maybe I don't want to be your friend anymore." Your voice is soft, part of you hoping he doesn't hear you as you slide out of the stool.

"What? Are you being serious right now?"

All you want is to get back to the table, where the people you feel comfortable with are sat. Instead, you turn back to face him. "I don't owe you anything, Hirano. Not after the way you all spoke about me. When I first said Iichi made a move on me, all of you called me names. I was a slut, whore, bitch, liar. I don't want to be friends with people who call me names and don't believe me. Not to mention how you all spoke about me when I first got with Kiyoomi." You flatten out your dress with your free hand, pressing your lips into a tight line as you continue back to the table.

Kiyoomi looks up as soon as you enter the room, all his focus on you. He frowns, resting a hand on the back of your chair as you sit. "Everything okay?"

You turn to face hime when Hirano enters the room with a scowl, shaking your head. "Um, kind of. I set a boundary so I'm a villain." You can't help but laugh, raising a hand to cover your mouth. "God, this is all so elementary school. I'm okay now, though."

Though he's not entirely convinced, Kiyoomi nods his head and gives you a fleeting kiss. "We can go whenever, okay? Don't feel any pressure to stay," he assures you, but can hardly finish speaking before you're arguing.

"If I have you, I don't need to go anywhere."

He rolls his eyes and sighs. "Thought you'd at least get me out of this." Lightly swatting his arm, you pick up a piece of chicken left on his plate and shove it in your mouth before he can argue. He laughs, wrapping his arm around your neck before pulling you into the conversation with Keiji and Bokuto.

"Do you like the necklace? Omi wasn't sure you'd like it and was really worried," Bokuto asks, resting a hand on Keiji's shoulder and leaning out of his seat to get a better look at the charm.

It's a thin chain connected a circle with vines, diamonds in the leaves. Though he swore it barely made a dent in his bank, you know if you if you were to buy it yourself it would leave you broke. Your fingers find it, carefully holding it up for them to see. "I love it. I'm so scared to break it that I never want to wear it, but I never want to take it off."

"It's beautiful." Keiji smiles, hand on Bokuto's knee.

As you release your necklace and reach for your drink, your eyes are drawn to a new piece of his own jewellery. Your hand flies out, nails digging into Kiyoomi's bicep. "Oh my god! What?"

Bokuto bursts out laughing at your reaction, leaning into Keiji.

"What is it?" Kiyoomi asks, looking between the three of you. It takes a moment for his eyes to fall to the ring, his eyes growing wide. "Congratulations!"

You mindlessly shift out of your seat to sit on Kiyoomi's knee, staring at the gold band in awe. It's then you spot Bokuto's, the excitement becoming too much. "You got married!?"

Bokuto starts laughing even harder, Keiji quickly following and trying to shield his face from everyone. "We did. Last night."

"Ya got fuckin' married?" Miya's out of his seat, running around the table and tripping over almost every chair on the way. He stops beside them and stares at the rings. "And ya didn't think to invite us? I'm so happy! And annoyed. But mostly happy!"

Your amusement grows along with theirs', hand over your mouth to try and contain it. "This is so exciting!" You wrap an arm around Kiyoomi's neck and lean into his side, his hand reaching around to rest on your thigh.

As questions are thrown at the couple, you observe them talk about it with such ease. You rest your forehead against Kiyoomi's and smile, catching the look you're getting from the other side of the table.

Though to everyone else, Hirano looks happy for the pair, you recognise the look he bears. Last time he had that look was a few nights before meeting Kiyoomi, where he'd just broken up with his cheating boyfriend. You and Kaede helped him pour glitter inside the man's car that same night. You turn to Kiyoomi once again and try to catch his attention.

"Can we go?"

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

taglist (CLOSED). @kawoala @kozu-chan @mayyhaps @jayathelostdragon @vi0let-writes @lavender-pink-socks @kodzumicyy @alcyneus @fi-chanwrites @mdmraz @uhsakusa @sophiahearttss @jnfectedz @ascebel @glads-stuff @freakypickle @anonymity-222 @aldebrana @shozuken @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @followingmysunsposts @v3nusplanetofluv @wakashudou @sexylexy12 @nanasrkives @cloudtato @yuminako @soobinsbreadscrumbs @lover-no-lover61 @bloodb3nders @meikstv @sugacor3 @darling-eos @iheartamora @xerophyides @xiaoquanquans @oneanabillion @kitasricefarm @pookalicious-hq @idexmids @hantas-left-elbow @mo072806 @satanscornchip @faesix @lerrainesstuff @i7ghoul @goonforgeto @moonshoon @neuviloved @snoowply

[sunarots]

we already are but i just wanted to make my presence known ❗️i just started ur smau right now, and I’m so excited !! i’m down bad for sakusa 😛

crying at the jumpscare wth 😭 im loving reading your comments it’s making my day (i just woke up)

[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

37. are we… ♡

"Cream and marshmallows, as requested." You hand him his mug of hot chocolate and slip into place beside him on your sofa, setting your mug down on your coffee table. You continue playing the end of the second movie, grabbing your laptop to finish as much of your assignment as possible since you probably won't have time tomorrow.

"You can take a break, you know," Kiyoomi pipes up, taking a spoonful of cream from the top of his hot chocolate. "You've been working nonstop."

"I know, but I want all my work done as soon as possible. That way I'll be finished for New Year's and have a good time without worrying about it." You shrug your shoulders, giving him an apologetic smile before facing the screen once more. "Besides, I'm nearly done. I just need one more paragraph and the conclusion."

Kiyoomi nods slowly, turning back to the screen before him. Every now and again, his eyes drift over to you, staring blankly at your screen as you type and erase the same sentence over and over. He sets his mug down before taking the laptop off your hands, making sure to save your work before closing the screen and placing it on the coffee table.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"There's ten minutes left of this movie. We're going to watch it, and then you're going to go to sleep." He catches you prepare to argue and raises an eyebrow, watching as you reluctantly pick up your mug of hot chocolate and settle back into your sofa. "Now, was that so hard?"

You roll your eyes at him, having the fight back the smile trying to push out onto your face. "Fine..." you mumble, taking a sip of your drink.

Kiyoomi crosses one leg over the other, his knee lightly brushing yours at the action. He doesn't react to the touch, instead getting more comfortable in his spot.

As you both watch Jack and Sally singing to one another, a comfortable silence lingers over you. Once the credits start to roll and you turn the movie off, Kiyoomi starts to speak, "So, would you class this as a Christmas movie, or a Halloween one?"

After a moment of thought, you answer, "Both," and take a sip of your drink. "From October to December, you can watch it freely. It's great."

"Well, you can watch it freely anytime of the year." He finish the last of his hot chocolate. "But I'm glad we're on the same page."

You flash him a smile. "Yeah, otherwise we'd have to nullify the contract." Kiyoomi laughs as you take the mug from his hands. "You can take the bed again. I'm starting to like the sofa." He smiles back, watching as you walk from the room.

You set Kiyoomi's mug in the sink and finish what's in yours before making your way back through. Kiyoomi is still sat on the sofa, his eyes down on his phone.

"You okay?"

He looks up at you and nods, flashing a smile as he reclines on the sofa. "Take your bed."

A scoff slips past at his demand, eyebrow raising. "No."

Kiyoomi shrugs his shoulders, rising to his feet. "Fine." He grabs your pillow and blanket, carrying them to your room as you stand staring in shock.

You follow after him, ignoring the rising sense of déjà vu, Kiyoomi reclined on the far side of your bed with a smug expression. Rolling your eyes, you sit beside him and kick your feet up. "You're impossible."

"Has that not always been obvious?" He tilts his head to the side, eyeing you suspiciously. "I must have been hiding it very well, then."

Rolling your eyes once more, you settle back into the bed. As much as you want to try and sleep, knowing tomorrow will be a long day, all you can think about is Kiyoomi and if he remembers that night.

This is your chance to find out.

"Do you..." Despite the softness of your voice, Kiyoomi quickly turns to face you. Your cheeks redden at his reaction, having to take in a deep breath to calm yourself. "The night I introduced you and the others to my friends... Do you remember staying at mine?"

He takes a moment, trying to read your expression. "I thought we were pretending it didn't happen." When you finally look at him, there's a small smile playing on his lips. He waits before pushing himself upright. "You broke my cover."

"I'd roll my eyes but I think if I roll them again they'll fall out," you comment, biting back your smile.

Kiyoomi, unlike you, is struggling a lot more in hiding his smile. He hesitates slightly before reaching out, cupping your cheek in his hand.

You feel yourself sinking into his touch, the warmth spreading through your body. You don't hesitate in closing the gap between you both, connecting your lips. His hand glides to your waist, leaving a trail of electricity across every part of you he touches.

You pull back, catching your breath and asking, "Are we-"

Frantically nodding, Kiyoomi takes in a deep breath. "Yes. We are."

"Okay, good. Glad we're on the same page."

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

taglist (CLOSED). @kawoala @kozu-chan @mayyhaps @jayathelostdragon @vi0let-writes @lavender-pink-socks @kodzumicyy @alcyneus @fi-chanwrites @mdmraz @uhsakusa @sophiahearttss @jnfectedz @ascebel @glads-stuff @freakypickle @anonymity-222 @aldebrana @shozuken @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @followingmysunsposts @v3nusplanetofluv @wakashudou @sexylexy12 @nanasrkives @cloudtato @yuminako @soobinsbreadscrumbs @lover-no-lover61 @bloodb3nders @meikstv @sugacor3 @darling-eos @iheartamora @xerophyides @xiaoquanquans @oneanabillion @kitasricefarm @pookalicious-hq @idexmids @hantas-left-elbow @mo072806 @satanscornchip @faesix @lerrainesstuff @i7ghoul @goonforgeto @moonshoon @neuviloved @snoowply

[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

36. never again

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

taglist (CLOSED). @kawoala @kozu-chan @mayyhaps @jayathelostdragon @vi0let-writes @lavender-pink-socks @kodzumicyy @alcyneus @fi-chanwrites @mdmraz @uhsakusa @sophiahearttss @jnfectedz @ascebel @glads-stuff @freakypickle @anonymity-222 @aldebrana @shozuken @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @followingmysunsposts @v3nusplanetofluv @wakashudou @sexylexy12 @nanasrkives @cloudtato @yuminako @soobinsbreadscrumbs @lover-no-lover61 @bloodb3nders @meikstv @sugacor3 @darling-eos @iheartamora @xerophyides @xiaoquanquans @oneanabillion @kitasricefarm @pookalicious-hq @idexmids @hantas-left-elbow @mo072806 @satanscornchip @faesix @lerrainesstuff @i7ghoul @goonforgeto @moonshoon @neuviloved @snoowply

[sunarots]

i watched we live in time, cried. ate salt & pepper chicken, reflux. i walk home, hot flush. i sit down, nausea. try to be sick, cant. like acc what is happening

[sunarots]

name your favorite fic from each of your mutuals

okay let me cook psa im actually fake as hell and havent read some of my mutals fics im sorry ily

@indiewritesxoxo — love me not

i love a good well written pregnancy trope, and that is exactly what this is!

@bluukive — ass eating

i dont think id ever let a man near my ass unless he is gojo. this is exactly why. this is canon and it happened.

@sunarots — guys my age

i normally never read hq x reader fics (after 2021), but luna writes them so so well (and not fanon). the angst is good, the slowburn is even better.

@chososcamgirl — older bf!nanami

if you see me being spoiled and pampered by a blonde man nine years older than me, leave me, i am exactly where i want to be

@riveredmoon — drunk running

i love geto suguru, i love angst, i love phy. this hurts so so good and i think about it like once a day at least.

@taomyou — nerds do it better

i have yet to catch up with this, but digimon nerd gojo. thats all i have to say.

@nanamisbbygirl — pegging gojo

okay it was really hard to pick out of all of honeys works, but i said it before (maybe not on the blog), and ill say it again, i LOVE LOVE LOVE the way she writes smut. this is on here for my own personal pegging fantasy.

@redrrem — idk what to call this

this is a place holder until i get tim bradford or the amongus au because i know i will eat those up...

@sluturu — jealousy, jealousy

i want to be fucked in nanamis car

@spearofheaven — no one noticed

musician geto suguru. pathetic yearner geto surguru. almost made me miss my situationship for a minute. so so well written, i felt all the feels and i genuinely had to put my phone down and take a lap after his crack and run.

@nialovessatoru — false heaven

i need to catch up with this but holyyyy peak i love greek mythology i love jjk and the writing is so so good i want it tattooed in my brain

@liswee — busy being yours

i am a sucker for domestic nanami

@sugurumyshayla — the wrong me, but the right you

if the day ever comes that i say i hate poly stsg, shoot me down thats not me. creative plot, two hot dotting husbands, and sleeping in the same bed as both suguru and satoru? im in!

@lily-bisque — silver fox

after reading this i deleted hinge knowing id never find satoru on there. a million kisses for bisque making my fantasies of being satorus controversially young gf a somewhat reality.

@bxnfire — stereo love

this lowkey reminded me of the greece trip in one day, but a million times better. best friends to lovers, crazy smut 10/10

@mysticdreams10 — i also dk what to call this

again, if you ever want to kidnap me tell me domestic happy nanami is in the van and i need no more convincing. this is canon and it happened gege said so.

@caffine-exe — excaliboner

everything ciggy has ever breathed is peak, but my fav is this 100%. poly satosugu (and pegging) is literally my fav thing ever and no one does it better than ciggy

@oporotheca — parental guidancd

i read this on my old blog and ate it tf up

@sukunastrash — poly stsg!texts

i love poly stsg guys.

@v1x3n — jealousy jealousy

i love when guys are jealous its so hot omg (id be so pmo if it happened irl)

@angelkiyo — exercising w gym buddy! kento

only reason i go gym is cuz i hope this happens to me

@fayerie — piercing

this is so goated that im getting my nipples pierced in the fall bcuz i love this so much (and cuz ill have piercings where my mother wont see)

@karvokr — all in

a man who yearns is a man who earns this is so well written and if my future man isnt like this ill be so pmo

@letteremi — bite sized revenge

this is actually factually the cutest freaking this i have ever read

@barbieandkento — memory loss

ive been OBSESSED with the memory loss troupe lately (the angst is so good) and barbie writes it so perfectly and cutely

@gojosprecious — running out of condoms with bf!gojo

this is written so well and its so silly i actually loled out loud at the consequences of their own actions

i have like 4 more left but i mutualed them like yesterday so i havent read their stuff erm

[sunarots]

not me forgetting the taglist!! dropping it here because im SILLY

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guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

35. did you mean it? ♡

Kiyoomi sits awkwardly beside you, leaning over your shoulder and pointing to someone in the yearbook. "Final year of junior high, that's me." He moves his finger so you can get a better view of him, your jaw falling slack.

He's partially hidden, close to the back of class. His hair is much shorter than it is now, but still has the same, tight curls. There's very few people not smiling in the picture, but he's one of them.

"Oh my god, you look miserable," you laugh, quickly trying to hide your amusement. "Not much has changed, then?"

"No, I'm exactly the same," he confirms, leaning back into his seat and passing you his high school yearbook. "I'm in there a lot because of the volleyball team."

"An ace, right?"

"Yeah, an ace." He watches your face as you flip through the book, pausing on the page filled with pictures of their matches.

Your eyes are drawn to one of him and another boy warming up, his wrist bent far back and facing away from the camera and still in conversation. "Look at you! Aw, we would not have got on in high school."

"What? Why not?" Kiyoomi doesn't intend for the offence to come through in his tone, much less on his face.

"Oh, not in a bad way. I was just... Difficult. That word was thrown about a lot," you explain, hoping it eases his worries. "I will say, though, I'm a little annoyed you were attractive in high school."

This time, Kiyoomi bursts out laughing. You don't think he's ever laughed so hard in front of you before. "Oh, yeah, sure. I was just irresistible."

"You were! I thought I'd at least have been slightly hotter than you were in high school since no one's hot in high school. Yet, here we are. With you the hotter one." You shrug your shoulders and flash him a smile before turning back to the book. "Who's that beside you?"

"Motoya, my cousin. Are you trying to say you're not the hot one in this relationship?"

You pick up your glass from the table and giggle, hoping Kota's too engrossed in his phone to be listening. "Please, I'm never the hot one in a relationship. Well, except from my high school relationships. Since then, downhill."

"Y/n, I brought home no one in high school. They were all too intimidated, and I wanted nothing to do with them."

"I can see the intimidation," you agree, cringing after saying it. "Just a little."

"You really find me intimidating? Why?"

"Well... You're this rich, volleyball-playing hottie who everyone loves and I'm the broke, half-attractive, party-going, alcoholic student no one cares about." When he continues staring in disbelief, you regret speaking in the first place. "You can't be that surprised-"

"You don't think you're attractive?"

Feeling the heat rush to your cheeks, you're too focused on Kiyoomi to notice Kota fleeing the room. "Um, not really?"

"Have you ever used a mirror?"

"Yeah, that's kinda the problem," you attempt a joke — one that doesn't land. Your eyes fall back down to the yearbook, hoping to chance the subject quickly. You flip over to the page of them at nationals, looking at the collage before you. "You were really good. Semi-finals? Wow..."

"You're surprised?" Kazuya sets down another glass beside you and hands Kiyoomi his, taking a seat on the other side of the room.

You shake your head. "No, not surprised. I knew he was good in high school, I guess it just didn't really click in my mind. We lived very different high school lives."

Kazuya nods along as she tucks her feet beneath her, nursing her tea. "What were you like in high school?" Your expression must tell it all considering Kazuya tries to retract her question. "You don't have to answer."

You shake your head, knowing the topic would come up. "No, it's okay, I just don't really talk about who I was back then. Before I distanced myself from my parents, I wasn't a good person because of my environment. I would always be drinking with my friends, one of them lived on their own. In third year, I left home and moved in with Mei's family." You look back down at the yearbook, continuing to flip through the pages to distract yourself.

"Do you talk to your parents at all?"

You shake your head, sighing and closing the book. "No," you begin, running your fingerprints along the edges of the book in your lap, "and I don't want to, honestly. I couldn't care less where they are or what they're doing. They're strangers."

"If it's worth anything, Mum likes you. A lot," Kazuya reassures, beaming at her brother. "Once Mum likes you, you're in."

Kiyoomi glances at you sheepishly, a pink tint on his cheeks. "Kazuya."

"It's not been since university you brought someone back. Other than that blond boy from your team, who I don't think you intended to invite."

"No, I didn't. I meant to text my girlfriend at the time, who spread the rumours that we were dating out of spite," he clarifies, crossing his arms over his chest. With his eyes on you, he says, "I don't bring just anyone home."

You can't help the growing warmth in your chest at his words, hoping that he's being truly genuine. "Really?"

He nods his head, resting his hand on your knee. "Yeah, really." Kiyoomi looks up when his brother enters the room, keeping his hand where it is. "Everything okay?"

"Mum's headed to bed, but says you're more than welcome to stay over," Kota responds, slumping next to Kazuya. "Y/n, she apologises for not saying goodbye but she's exhausted."

"No, that's okay. She can rest, she deserves it."

Kota nods his head and looks to Kiyoomi. "You staying?"

He shakes his head. "No, we're heading off once we finish our drinks. Thanks, though."

You toss your jacket over the back of your sofa, turning to face Kiyoomi as he hangs his up. He nudges your shoes against the wall before turning to face you. "Did you have a nice night? I'm sorry Kazuya brought up your family, I didn't tell them you don't like-"

"It's okay," you assure, clasping your hands behind your back. "I had a nice night. And you're taking the bed."

He laughs, shaking his head at you. "You're so stubborn." The smile doesn't leave his face as he speaks, tone soft.

"I try," you reply with a shrug, leading him through to your room.

You'd remembered to stuff your things away into drawers before leaving, preparing for the possibility of this happening. You take the spare blanket and pillow, hugging them close to your chest. "If you need anything, come get me."

Flashing a smile on your way past, the memories of the evening start coming back to you. You drop them over the back of the sofa, hesitating beforehand spinning on your heals. "Kiyoomi?"

He hums, his eyes not left you.

"Um... Did you mean what you said?" He furrows his eyebrows, trying to figure out what you mean. "Do you really think I'm attractive?"

Kiyoomi sighs, gesturing for you to come into the bedroom. He rests his hands on your waist and stands behind you, positioning you both facing the mirror. "You are genuinely the most attractive girl I've ever seen," he answers, meeting your eyes in the reflection. "You can't think you're the less attractive one in this relationship. You're beautiful, inside and out."

Your hands instinctively rest on his, feeling your heartbeat growing faster. "You mean that?"

At your question, Kiyoomi's hands rise to your shoulders. He drapes them around your neck and looks to you. "I don't remember a lot from when we first met, but I remember first seeing you. I've never had the urge to approach a woman in the bar until I first saw you. I had to get to know you." He catches the teary look in your eyes, removing his hands from your shoulders. "I can't lie to you, y/n. I mean it."

You watch him take a seat on the edge of the bed, feeling the heat rushing to your face. He can't lie to you. He can't. Everything he's said is true... Your heartbeat grows faster, taking deep breaths to try calm it down.

"Are you okay?"

You nod, hoping to try ease his concern with a smile. "I didn't expect that, is all." Your voice is hardly above a whisper, you're surprised he heard you. "Goodnight, Kiyoomi. Wake me if you need anything."

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

35. did you mean it? ♡

Kiyoomi sits awkwardly beside you, leaning over your shoulder and pointing to someone in the yearbook. "Final year of junior high, that's me." He moves his finger so you can get a better view of him, your jaw falling slack.

He's partially hidden, close to the back of class. His hair is much shorter than it is now, but still has the same, tight curls. There's very few people not smiling in the picture, but he's one of them.

"Oh my god, you look miserable," you laugh, quickly trying to hide your amusement. "Not much has changed, then?"

"No, I'm exactly the same," he confirms, leaning back into his seat and passing you his high school yearbook. "I'm in there a lot because of the volleyball team."

"An ace, right?"

"Yeah, an ace." He watches your face as you flip through the book, pausing on the page filled with pictures of their matches.

Your eyes are drawn to one of him and another boy warming up, his wrist bent far back and facing away from the camera and still in conversation. "Look at you! Aw, we would not have got on in high school."

"What? Why not?" Kiyoomi doesn't intend for the offence to come through in his tone, much less on his face.

"Oh, not in a bad way. I was just... Difficult. That word was thrown about a lot," you explain, hoping it eases his worries. "I will say, though, I'm a little annoyed you were attractive in high school."

This time, Kiyoomi bursts out laughing. You don't think he's ever laughed so hard in front of you before. "Oh, yeah, sure. I was just irresistible."

"You were! I thought I'd at least have been slightly hotter than you were in high school since no one's hot in high school. Yet, here we are. With you the hotter one." You shrug your shoulders and flash him a smile before turning back to the book. "Who's that beside you?"

"Motoya, my cousin. Are you trying to say you're not the hot one in this relationship?"

You pick up your glass from the table and giggle, hoping Kota's too engrossed in his phone to be listening. "Please, I'm never the hot one in a relationship. Well, except from my high school relationships. Since then, downhill."

"Y/n, I brought home no one in high school. They were all too intimidated, and I wanted nothing to do with them."

"I can see the intimidation," you agree, cringing after saying it. "Just a little."

"You really find me intimidating? Why?"

"Well... You're this rich, volleyball-playing hottie who everyone loves and I'm the broke, half-attractive, party-going, alcoholic student no one cares about." When he continues staring in disbelief, you regret speaking in the first place. "You can't be that surprised-"

"You don't think you're attractive?"

Feeling the heat rush to your cheeks, you're too focused on Kiyoomi to notice Kota fleeing the room. "Um, not really?"

"Have you ever used a mirror?"

"Yeah, that's kinda the problem," you attempt a joke — one that doesn't land. Your eyes fall back down to the yearbook, hoping to chance the subject quickly. You flip over to the page of them at nationals, looking at the collage before you. "You were really good. Semi-finals? Wow..."

"You're surprised?" Kazuya sets down another glass beside you and hands Kiyoomi his, taking a seat on the other side of the room.

You shake your head. "No, not surprised. I knew he was good in high school, I guess it just didn't really click in my mind. We lived very different high school lives."

Kazuya nods along as she tucks her feet beneath her, nursing her tea. "What were you like in high school?" Your expression must tell it all considering Kazuya tries to retract her question. "You don't have to answer."

You shake your head, knowing the topic would come up. "No, it's okay, I just don't really talk about who I was back then. Before I distanced myself from my parents, I wasn't a good person because of my environment. I would always be drinking with my friends, one of them lived on their own. In third year, I left home and moved in with Mei's family." You look back down at the yearbook, continuing to flip through the pages to distract yourself.

"Do you talk to your parents at all?"

You shake your head, sighing and closing the book. "No," you begin, running your fingerprints along the edges of the book in your lap, "and I don't want to, honestly. I couldn't care less where they are or what they're doing. They're strangers."

"If it's worth anything, Mum likes you. A lot," Kazuya reassures, beaming at her brother. "Once Mum likes you, you're in."

Kiyoomi glances at you sheepishly, a pink tint on his cheeks. "Kazuya."

"It's not been since university you brought someone back. Other than that blond boy from your team, who I don't think you intended to invite."

"No, I didn't. I meant to text my girlfriend at the time, who spread the rumours that we were dating out of spite," he clarifies, crossing his arms over his chest. With his eyes on you, he says, "I don't bring just anyone home."

You can't help the growing warmth in your chest at his words, hoping that he's being truly genuine. "Really?"

He nods his head, resting his hand on your knee. "Yeah, really." Kiyoomi looks up when his brother enters the room, keeping his hand where it is. "Everything okay?"

"Mum's headed to bed, but says you're more than welcome to stay over," Kota responds, slumping next to Kazuya. "Y/n, she apologises for not saying goodbye but she's exhausted."

"No, that's okay. She can rest, she deserves it."

Kota nods his head and looks to Kiyoomi. "You staying?"

He shakes his head. "No, we're heading off once we finish our drinks. Thanks, though."

You toss your jacket over the back of your sofa, turning to face Kiyoomi as he hangs his up. He nudges your shoes against the wall before turning to face you. "Did you have a nice night? I'm sorry Kazuya brought up your family, I didn't tell them you don't like-"

"It's okay," you assure, clasping your hands behind your back. "I had a nice night. And you're taking the bed."

He laughs, shaking his head at you. "You're so stubborn." The smile doesn't leave his face as he speaks, tone soft.

"I try," you reply with a shrug, leading him through to your room.

You'd remembered to stuff your things away into drawers before leaving, preparing for the possibility of this happening. You take the spare blanket and pillow, hugging them close to your chest. "If you need anything, come get me."

Flashing a smile on your way past, the memories of the evening start coming back to you. You drop them over the back of the sofa, hesitating beforehand spinning on your heals. "Kiyoomi?"

He hums, his eyes not left you.

"Um... Did you mean what you said?" He furrows his eyebrows, trying to figure out what you mean. "Do you really think I'm attractive?"

Kiyoomi sighs, gesturing for you to come into the bedroom. He rests his hands on your waist and stands behind you, positioning you both facing the mirror. "You are genuinely the most attractive girl I've ever seen," he answers, meeting your eyes in the reflection. "You can't think you're the less attractive one in this relationship. You're beautiful, inside and out."

Your hands instinctively rest on his, feeling your heartbeat growing faster. "You mean that?"

At your question, Kiyoomi's hands rise to your shoulders. He drapes them around your neck and looks to you. "I don't remember a lot from when we first met, but I remember first seeing you. I've never had the urge to approach a woman in the bar until I first saw you. I had to get to know you." He catches the teary look in your eyes, removing his hands from your shoulders. "I can't lie to you, y/n. I mean it."

You watch him take a seat on the edge of the bed, feeling the heat rushing to your face. He can't lie to you. He can't. Everything he's said is true... Your heartbeat grows faster, taking deep breaths to try calm it down.

"Are you okay?"

You nod, hoping to try ease his concern with a smile. "I didn't expect that, is all." Your voice is hardly above a whisper, you're surprised he heard you. "Goodnight, Kiyoomi. Wake me if you need anything."

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

34. meeting the family ♡

"Ready?"

Part of you wants to steal the car keys from Kiyoomi's hand and make a run for it — wouldn't be the first time, and possibly not the last. Deciding to swallow your fear, you nod your head in response. "Yes. No. Yes. Let's do this."

Though not entirely convinced, Kiyoomi knocks on the front door three times before pushing it open and calling out a greeting. He steps inside first and holds the door open for you, waiting to close it before removing his shoes alongside you.

"If it isn't Mr. Big-Shot!"

You position your shoes neatly beside Kiyoomi before turning your attention to the person greeting you both. You can't help but admire the tight, black curls framing his sister's face, majority of it pulled back into a tight bun on the top of her head. She gives him fleeting hug before her full attention falls onto you.

"You must be l/n! It's so nice to finally meet you, Kiyoomi talks about you all the time." She outstretches a hand for you to shake. "I'm Kazuya."

As you do so, you can't help the smile creeping onto your face. "Oh, does he?"

Kiyoomi takes no notice of you trying to tease him — well, he at least tries not to. "It's y/n," he corrects her. "She doesn't use her last name."

"Oh, I had no idea. Sorry, y/n. Anyway, come on through! Mum's making dinner as we speak. It's almost ready." Kazuya waves for you both to follow, leading you round a corner and into their large kitchen.

Standing over the cooker is a man slightly shorter than Kiyoomi with his hair straighter than his siblings'. He tries to sneak a taste of whatever is in the pot, wincing when his mother swats him away.

"Dad couldn't make it, obviously." Though Kazuya's statement was directed towards Kiyoomi, it gets the attention of his mother and brother. "Y/n, this is our mother, and that's just Kota. This is y/n."

Attempting to come across as respectful as possible, you bow your head to greet them both. "Thank you for having me tonight, I was surprised Kiyoomi wanted us to meet so soon." Your attempt of a joke only resonates with his sisters, his mother pursing her lips. "You have a lovely home, Ma'am. I was wanting to bring you some flowers, however money is quite tight right now. Next time, I'll bring you two bouquets to make up for it."

Her features lighten at your comment. "How sweet of you, y/n. Please, call me Naiomi. Can I get you anything to drink?"

"I'll get her something, Mum. Gin and lemonade?" Sakusa waits for your nod before manoeuvring through his kitchen to pour yourselves some drinks.

"Can I help you with anything?" Despite showing your eagerness to help out, you're met with a raised hand to prevent you coming near her.

"No, I have this sorted. All of you, go. I'll bring it through once it's ready."

Kiyoomi shakes his head as he hands you a glass, directing you from the room. "This is her kitchen. No help wanted." He cracks a smile, kissing his mother's cheek on his way past.

He leads you to their dining room, setting his glass on the spot beside the head of the table. You quickly slip into place beside him, not wanting to have to sit next to any of his family members. Kazuya sits opposite you, Kota beside her.

"So, what do you do? Do you work?" Kazuya asks, taking a long sip of her wine.

"I'm a university student." You grab your glass when you can see her doing the mental maths.

Before you can explain further, Kota grimaces and utters, "Jeez. Maybe you do take after Dad."

Kiyoomi scoffs, quick to come to your defence. "She's twenty. She's in her second year, took a year out from high school."

As the two brothers continue bickering, the sound of your stuttering heartbeat drowns them out. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your solution being to take another sip from your glass in hopes the ice will cool you down. "What do you do, Kazuya?"

"I'm a criminal defence lawyer." Her response doesn't surprise you; from what you've seen tonight, she controls herself well and has the attitude of one. "What do you study in university?"

"Psychology. It's hard, but I love it. I have so many assignments to do, it's insane. But it's only because my professor is horrible. When I'm rid of him next year, I'll be glad."

"Just say you hate me and go."

You can't help but laugh at his comment, turning to look at him. There's a smile playing on his lips as he sips on his drink. "Sorry, babe. Truth's out."

He shakes his head in feigned disappointment. "In front of my family, too. I'm just glad my poor mother wasn't here to hear that."

"What didn't I hear?"

"Oh, y/n was just telling us about how much she hates Kiyoomi," Kota announces, receiving a hard swat from Kazuya. "I'm kidding!"

"She doesn't know that." Kazuya shakes her head and takes the dishes from her mother's hands to set them down. "She was saying about how she hates her lecturer but loves her course."

As Naiomi slides into the seat at the head of the table, she fixes the positioning of the plate before her. "What do you study?" She offers an impressed (you hope, at least) nod when you repeat it back to her. "Please, help yourselves to food. You must be a very smart girl. What do you intend to do after it?"

You hum in thought as you take some of the prepared food. "Um... I'm still not sure yet. I like the idea of lecturing. Maybe therapy? Or a criminal psychologist."

"If you do criminal psychology I may be able to help you get a job," Kazuya speaks up, taking a bite out of the sashimi. "Law firms are always looking for some. I could try put in a good word for you?"

"Oh, that's so kind of you. I don't finish for another two years, though, and I'm thinking of getting a doctorate which would take even longer. Thank you for the offer."

Kazuya smiles back at you before asking Kiyoomi something you drown out. Of course she wants to get you a job. She doesn't know you're faking the relationship; obviously she'll be nice to you.

You're quick to start eating your food, hoping to avoid becoming the topic of conversation again in the next few minutes. Thankfully, the food is so good you don't think you could even stop to talk if you wanted to.

"Hey, you okay?" Kiyoomi looks over at you with softened eyes, taking the chance to ask now his siblings are conversing. When you nod reassuringly, he gently rests his hand on your knee for a few seconds before removing it to continue eating.

"What do you do, Kota?"

"He's mama's little helper," Kazuya answers, roughly pinching his cheek.

He pulls away and swats her arm. "I'm in between jobs at the minute. The company I worked for went bankrupt and it's hard to find a job with a decent salary."

"Oh, tell me about it! I've been looking for part time jobs but the pay is always horrible, and hours always clash with my classes. It's so difficult."

Kiyoomi furrows his eyebrows as and finishes chewing before asking, "You're looking for jobs? I didn't realise."

"Yeah, my landlord upped my rent again and still hasn't fixed any issues in my apartment."

"Jesus. I'll try talk to him again, okay? I can cover the rent if you need it, I don't mind." He takes a sip from his glass before turning back to his mother to ask a question.

Before you can start spiralling over the brand new Kiyoomi sat beside you, your phone starts buzzing from your handbag. You apologise, pulling it out swiftly to decline the call and hesitating when you see the name. "Um, I'm sorry, is there anywhere I can take this call?" Kazuya directs you through to the kitchen, watching from her spot.

You press the phone to your ear, sliding into one of the stools by the island. "Mei, I'm sorry. I'm at dinner with Kiyoomi's family, I can't talk long. Is everything okay?"

There's yelling and music down the other end of the phone, Mei's voice almost blending with it. "I'm so sorry, y/n. I hate to do this. Is Kiyoomi drinking? There's a problem."

You hesitate, trying to recall what he poured. "Um... Yeah, he is. Is everything okay? What happened?"

Mei yells at someone before saying back to you, "Fuck. It's okay, this is a big night for you both. Short story, Kaede caught Iichi cheating. His side piece took a swing at her, now Kaede may have a broken nose. Are you sure you can't come get us?"

You let out a heavy sigh, looking over to Kiyoomi as he enters the kitchen. "No. I'm sorry, Mei, but this is a big night for us. We can't help you. Try Hirano and Miya."

"They're with us."

Kiyoomi leans against the counter beside you, confusion etched onto his face.

"Then get them to call people. I'm sorry, Mei, but no. I'll talk later." You end the call before she can talk you into it, letting out a heavy sigh. "Kaede's boyfriend cheated on her. Mei wanted us to pick her up."

He straightens up. "Oh, I didn't realise you were talking again."

A slight smile, you shake your head. "No, actually, they wanted to apologise and I told them to fuck off and now they just reply to my tweets like we're still friends. I can't keep doing it, Kiyoomi. No one gives me clear signals of where we stand and I'm tired of it. I am now putting me first."

A smile creeps out onto Kiyoomi's face. "Good. You should always be your top priority,” he responds, taking a short pause. “I’m sorry. I’ve been really rude to you for no reason. You don’t deserve it. But… I hope I can make it up to you.”

You quirk an eyebrow at his apology, more interested in how he ended it. “And how’s that?”

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

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guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

33. you think?

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

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[sunarots]

all ideas have left my brain ? i am thoughtless

[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

32. secret santa ♡

You can hear the sounds of shoes squeaking against the floorboards and people shouting, assuming a match is happening behind the doors. There's distant chattering and a whistle blows, the noise dipping before growing even louder with laughter. Taking in a sharp breath to prepare yourself, you carefully push the door open in an attempt to go unseen.

"Hey hey hey! Look, y/n's here!"

Unable to stop yourself from smiling at the greeting, you wave a hand in a greeting to Bokuto and make your way to where everyone is huddled together. Thankfully, you manage to squeeze into a spot between Keiji and Sakusa.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." You look up at Sakusa and smile before turning back to the group, trying to avoid Hirano's stare. "Why are you...all looking at me like that?" you ask, picking at the skin around your fingertips.

"I think we all want to say that the best gift ya could give us is hitting a homophobe," Miya speaks up, a hand on Hirano's shoulder. "That video was iconic."

When almost everyone starts to agree with him, a smile breaks out on your face. "Well, I'm glad some people thought so. I also thought so, but I won't be doing that again. I don't want to get a reputation."

Miya waves around his hands and scoffs, "Oh, please. Yer dating Omi-Omi. His spotless reputation cancels out yer bad one."

Sakusa raises a hand and blocks out Miya from your field of vision. "Ignore him. He's being nice to you so you don't think they hate you after last time. I'll be with you in a minute, we're going to finish this game quickly. Are you okay to wait?"

Nodding your head at him, you cross your arms across your stomach and follow Keiji to the benches by the side of the court. Much to your discomfort, Hirano fills the spot on your other side.

"So, how's university treating you?" Keiji asks, keeping his focus on the court whilst being sure to glance at you frequently.

You let out a heavy sigh, eyes set on Keiji. "Oh, god, horribly. I have so much studying to do, we have so many more essays and research to do over the break. I'm dreading it." You turn your attention to the court to watch Sakusa serve before facing Keiji again.

"Isn't the point of the holidays so we can get a holiday?" Hirano asks, furrowing his eyebrows with his gaze on Miya.

"That's what I thought, but I guess not. But it's not like I can do anything about it." You duck your head, continuing to pick at the skin around your fingernails and sighing. "Just have to suck it up and get my work done, then once this semester is over I don't have to deal with this lecturer anymore. He only teaches first and second year, so hopefully I get someone nicer with a lighter workload."

"Remember to take breaks, don't wear yourself out," Keiji says, patting your shoulder. "You're allowed to take time for yourself. If you ever need a break, reach out. I have more flexible hours than Sakusa does, so I'm happy to keep you company if you need some."

A smile tries to force its way onto your face, a warmth in your chest. "Thanks, Keiji. That means a lot."

There's a hesitance in his actions as he glances around, leans in closer and lowers his voice. "How are you and Sakusa?"

You look back out onto the court, watching as Bokuto blocks Sakusa's attempt at a spike that gets received by Meian. You keep your eyes on Sakusa as he puts his entire focus on the match. "Um... We're good. A lot of ups and downs. I'll admit I'm quite snappy with him, but I just... I don't think he likes me anymore, Keiji."

He glances to his side, processing what you've just said to him. With a frown, Keiji rests his hand on your shoulder. "What makes you say that?"

You can't help but laugh, much louder than you'd have wanted, and cover your mouth with your hand. "I can't believe I just said that." You ignore the way Keiji is staring at you in shock, as though gotten whiplash from your reactions. "It sounds so stupid when I say it out loud," you admit, straightening up and turning away from Sakusa before he can see you staring. You set your eyes on Keiji with a weak smile. "If he didn't like me, he wouldn't be with me, right? He's not that kind of person?"

Keiji goes to speak, letting out a heavy sigh before looking out to the court. "Truthfully, I don't know. From what Kou tells me, Sakusa snaps at them a lot but is still friends with them. By choice or force, I don't know. But, y/n, I know this is the last thing you want me to say to you, but-"

"Please don't say talk to him." You close your eyes, clasping your hands together and silently praying.

"Talk to him," he finishes, lightly patting you on your back.

Slumping back, you almost slip backwards off the bench, grasping onto the wood to keep yourself settled. "Oh, Keiji, I thought we were friends," you whine, pushing out your bottom lip into a pout and straightening up. "Why do you have to be so honest?"

He chuckles at your dramatics. "Would you rather me lie and tell you to bottle it up and it will go away?"

Pursing your lips at his suggestion, you turn your head to Hirano. "You enable me. Should I talk about my feelings or ignore them until they go away?"

Hirano takes in a deep breath, keeping his eyes on Miya out on the court. "Pre-Atsumu me would tell you to bottle it up. But now, honesty really is key."

Narrowing your eyes at him, you regret trying to bring him into the conversation. "You all hate me. Where's Kageyama when you need him?"

"What's this about needing Tobio?" Hinata asks, startling you out of your frustration.

"Oh, just that he would side with me if these two aren't. He's not much of a talker." You wave a hand in dismissal, glancing over the court. Sakusa drapes the towel around his neck, grabbing his bottle and slowly makes his approach to you.

"Oh, we talk all the time! He's a really honest person... If we're not talking about his pride," Hinata corrects himself, running a finger along his bottom lip. "Oh, are you looking forward to secret santa this year?"

"Um... Depends on who I get. I'm putting my full trust in Kiyoomi, so if my gift is awful, blame him." You flash a smile at him, catching something unfamiliar flicker through his eyes. "Is that you guys finished?"

Sakusa nods, gesturing behind himself. "We're going to get changed, then we'll be drawing the names. You okay to wait here?"

"Yep. Have fun." You watch him turn and walk away with his team, flinching back and desperately avoiding Bokuto's attempt of a pat on the back. Sighing, you lean backwards and keep yourself steady on the bench. "I'll do it after we draw the names and you guys leave, I'm going straight back home."

"Wait, you're not coming out with us?" Hirano asks, leaning forward with a pout.

"No. I need to go home and work on an assignment I need to redo. Then I have my first actual assessment to do for next week." You straighten back up and take a look around the gymnasium, frowning. "I hate Christmas."

"Are you excited to meet the family?" Keiji asks, attempting to try and change the subject.

Meet the family? Whose family are you meeting?

He catches the confusion etched into your expression and his eyes grow wide. "Oh, he hasn't... Shit..."

Hirano cringes, covering his mouth with his hand. "Oh my god..."

"I didn't know, please ignore I said-"

"Um, no, whose family am I meeting?" It's then you realise there's realistically only one person who would have you meet his family. "Oh my god. Why? What did I do to deserve this? I'm a good person. I can't meet his family! Do I look like someone- no, act like someone you would take to meet your family?"

Keiji goes to argue with you, pausing his actions to consider. "You... Well, you're a nice person." Partially wanting to slap himself across the face his answer, Keiji clears his throat and scratches the back of his neck. "You light up the room."

Raising your eyebrow suspiciously, you don't even have to look to know Hirano will have the same expression. "No, I don't." The hum from beside you indicates Hirano's listening. "What room have I ever entered that it immediately lit up for?"

"When you first met Sakusa," Keiji replies instantly, not missing a beat this time.

"I doubt that. It definitely doesn't anymore," you attempt to joke, though the mood amongst the three of you grows heavy.

"What doesn't anymore?" Bokuto appears beside you, startling you from your thoughts. Directly behind him are Miya and Sakusa, each looking to you in curiosity.

"Oh, um... Nothing important," you lie, waving a hand and giving Sakusa a slight smile. "Ready, babe?"

He nods, gesturing towards the court and waiting for you to follow him down. Sakusa adjusts the strap over his shoulder, takes careful steps down towards the court. "Everything okay?"

It takes a second before you register he's speaking to you, trying to hide tour surprise. "Um... Yeah. I need to speak to you before I go home, though."

Sakusa glances over his shoulder as he reaches Meian, furrowing his eyebrows at you. "Sure. You sure you're okay?"

"I'll tell you later," you assure him, quickly tearing your eyes away from him before he can continue with his questions.

Meian waits patiently for the rest to gather around him before starting to explain. "Same rules as last year. You draw you or your partner's names, put it back. No telling anyone other than your partner who you got. Cap is ten thousand yen. Sounds good? Also, we need everyone to chip in five thousand for the boss and Iwaizumi, okay? He's been good to help us out."

Inside, you just grabbed your chest and collapsed into a lifeless heap. Twenty thousand yen? For a fake relationship? Who the fuck is Iwaizumi? Why should you have to pay ten thousand for two people you don't know? You barely spend that on yourself!

"That only applies to people in the team, right?" Hirano voices your concerns, and a wave of relief washes over the two of you when Meian agrees.

Shuffling the paper inside of the hat, Meian holds it out for people to start drawing names. You draw after Sakusa and look at the name, barely managing to hide the joy when you see Bokuto's name on the paper. At least it's someone you know — and someone who's easy to please.

"Okay, perfect. See you guys tomorrow. And remember, do not tell anyone who you got. We don't need a repeat of last year." Meian shoots a look at Bokuto and Miya, both of them adverting their gaze to pretend they're oblivious.

As the group disperses, you and Sakusa hang back in wait for some privacy. You turn to him and raise an eyebrow. "What happened last year?"

"Atsumu and Bokuto told each other who they had on a talk show. This was halfway through the month and we had to redraw the names, when most of us had already bought the gifts," he explains, rolling his eyes. Clearly, he's still annoyed by it.

You can't help the laugh that slips past, waving back at Bokuto before the door falls shut behind them. "I wish I could say I'm surprised."

Sakusa lets out a soft laugh before turning his focus back to you. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

You take a pause, pressing your lips together in a firm line. "Um, just... Look, things have been really awkward and I- I was wondering if you wanted to get the contract nullified?"

"What?"

You clear your throat and take in a sharp breath, repeating, "Do you want to call Suzuki-san and have the contract nullified?"

A heavy sigh leaves his mouth, lips tugged down into a frown. "I want to do whatever you want to do. If that's what you want, then sure." He waits for your reaction.

"I don't want that," you clarify, watching him shrug.

"Okay, then don't do it."

Narrowing your eyes, you can't help but think if he's being serious. "Actually... I do want that."

"Then we'll call Aoi and get it nullified." Sakusa can barely finish before you're raising your arms in frustration, hands smacking against your thighs.

"I don't want that, Kiyoomi!"

It's his turn to narrow his eyes at you, frustration building in his chest. "Seriously, y/n, you can do whatever you want." He turns on his heels and makes his way towards the door, hoping to be finished with the conversation. He almost makes it through without you chasing after him, having to withhold his annoyance.

"Would you even care if I left your life right now!?" You can't help your anger spilling over, the stress of the last week too much for you to bear. "If I walked away and never looked back, would you care? That's how I feel! Like you don't give a shit about me, which sucks! I thought you were just starting to fully like me and now- now... I don't even know what to think anymore!"

Sakusa spins around with such speed you almost fall backwards. He looms over you, a look you haven't seen him wear before. For the first time, you think you're properly scared of him.

"Of course I fucking like you, l/n. But it's so fucking difficult sometimes!" he snaps at you, not caring about his volume. "Every time I try and show you, it gets thrown back in my face and you act like I'm a liar. Do you have any idea how hard it makes it to like you?"

You lean backwards to the now-closed door to the court, his tone igniting a fear in you. Withholding your tears, you pick at the skin around your fingers and slowly nod. "Well, I'm sorry I'm not a picture-perfect athlete like you."

Sakusa scoffs. "That’s not what I meant.”

“No, I know what you meant.”

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

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[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

31. NOT my child

# fun fact !

when y/n thinks someone is mad at her, or she’s anxious, she’ll start shortening her words and using a lot more slang

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

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[sunarots]

guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

30. in for life

note. pic 1 is from the start of the week, pic 2 is from the middle of the week, the rest are from the end of the week

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

taglist (CLOSED). @kawoala @kozu-chan @mayyhaps @jayathelostdragon @vi0let-writes @lavender-pink-socks @kodzumicyy @alcyneus @fi-chanwrites @mdmraz @uhsakusa @sophiahearttss @jnfectedz @ascebel @glads-stuff @freakypickle @anonymity-222 @aldebrana @shozuken @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @followingmysunsposts @v3nusplanetofluv @wakashudou @sexylexy12 @nanasrkives @cloudtato @yuminako @soobinsbreadscrumbs @lover-no-lover61 @bloodb3nders @meikstv @sugacor3 @darling-eos @iheartamora @xerophyides @xiaoquanquans @oneanabillion @kitasricefarm @pookalicious-hq @idexmids @hantas-left-elbow @mo072806 @satanscornchip @faesix @lerrainesstuff @i7ghoul @goonforgeto @moonshoon @neuviloved @snoowply

[sunarots]

in case anyone was wondering how may day has been, i sweat through a tshirt and shorts and just announced i'm "easily entered" instead of entertained