Sooo. . . . Got any jealous Sakusa?
Not gonna lie two of my favorite things in one. . .
PLEASE I NEED MORE SAKUSA FICS I'VE RAN THROUGH ALL OTHER ONES PLEASE!!!!!🥺🥺🥺
HEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEH
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Kiyoomi wears his emotions like a badge. His heart stays on his sleeve, and even when he tries to tell you otherwise, you always can tell when something is plaguing your man's mind.
And right now, as you laugh with Hinata, Kiyoomi is seething. Or, so he thinks, had he not been shooting daggers at his teammate that obviously goes noticed by the two of you. There is no hiding how he is feeling about the laughter pouring from your lips, and once you calm down, Hinata elbows your side gently.
"Your boyfriend is mad at me," he whispers, and you snort and look over at him: his eyes are lowered in ferocity, knuckles lightened from gripping his glass, and you smile at him, only for his head to nod in acknowledgement.
"Your friend will be fine," you assure, taking a sip of your drink while he laughs. "Besides, he's cute when he's mad."
"Yeah he is."
Your head whips to him, "do I have to be aware of something, Hinata?"
"Watch your back," he teases, sending you a wink.
That does it. immediately, Kiyoomi storms over to both of you, an arm tossing around your shoulders and tugging you into his side. You smile up at him and curl into his side, and you feel him soften up. "Hi, my baby," you hum.
"Hey, my love," he says back, and when you look up at him, he's still staring down Hinata, who matches him with a cheeky smile and a raise of his brows. Kiyoomi snarls, and Hinata chuckles. "So. What were you two talking about?"
"Nothing," you say, pressing a kiss to his jawline.
"I was saying how I'm gonna steal you the minute they let their guard down," Hinata says casually, shrugging.
Kiyoomi tenses. You bust out in laughter at his disbelief, and your boyfriend clears his throat.
"That's... flattering."
"Coming after you, my boy," Hinata assures, spinning on his heel to meet up with his other teammates, clapping a hand on Meian's back.
Kiyoomi looks down at you, his features much more relaxed and back to his normal adoring look. "So... he wasn't... flirting with you?"
"No, he was flirting with you, boyfriend."
He smiles shyly and polishes off his drink, pressing a kiss to the side of your head and pulling you close as he can. He sponges kisses down the side of your neck, and you laugh at the uncharacteristic display of affection. His teammates playfully cheer him on, and for a moment, you feel him smirk against your skin, reminding the whole team who you belong to.
"Good."
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My friend I have followed you for a while and. No matter how far our tastes may drift from each other, for some reason every few months I look at your account and find that you have once again gotten into the very same fandom that I am currently obsessed with. Its uncanny. On a related note, that merthur fanart was very cute
I have that ability to know I think
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emmy could you write something about iwa for me ?? Anything is fine( please no angst)... Pretty please please please? 🥺🥺
Hajime watches in the doorframe as you start your skincare, watching as you massage your moisturizer into your skin. “So, you’re going shopping?”
“For the ninth time, yes, baby,” you chuckle, looking at him in the mirror. “Once im done with my skincare. I need to get an outfit for date night, some of your protein shakes, more treats for Issei Junior.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t call our cat that,” he snickers, eyes flicking up and down. You’re still in your jammies and your skin care isn’t finished, he’s got at least three hours on his PS5 with Hanamaki.
He’s been absolutely ecstatic to play his new game, one you bought after he’d basically raved about the release for months- when you surprised him with it, he scooped you in his arms and immediately spun you around, so excited like a kid again.
Now, of course, is the perfect opportunity to make progress in it.
There’s nothing in the world Hajime enjoys more than spending time with you, carrying bags and holding your purse, pushing the shopping cart and buying you the overpriced drinks at your favorite cafe. But he’s not going to complain about potentially being able to play his video game for a few hours.
Plus… hey, maybe it would be nice to be able to play without scolding you for trying to paint his toenails.
He lets you out of the bathroom to finish getting dressed, jogging down the hallway to the makeshift gaming room you’d both made to share. He turns on the console and grins up at the screen, bracing himself to start playing, and-
“Haji?”
“What’s up?” He hums, pausing his sliding on of his headphones. When he turns to face you, you’re pouting, and he moves them back down. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“You’re… not coming with me?”
Oh.
Oh.
“Oh! Yeah, I’ll come,” he says, turning his console back off and placing his headphones down. “Yeah no, I didn’t really want to play.”
“Really?” You ask.
“No, it was mostly just to pass the time until you got back,” he lies.
But what can he say? The way you light up at his words makes his inability to play worth it. You beam and make your way out of the room, and he’s quick to slip out his phone and text Hanamaki that sorry, something came up.
Anything, for you.
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