ten reasons

routines

notes: none

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sakusa likes routines.

and he was having a particularly hard day.

first, this morning he ran out of shampoo, his favorite one at that. he woke up before you, as always, and he just couldn't bring himself to go lay with you in the bed with unwashed hair after his shower. "so selfish," he grumbled. sakusa didn't want to disturb you anyways, by yelling at you from the bathroom to go get him more, because trust me, he'd wait a long time if he knew you would. even so, he settled for rinsing out his hair without product, and he swore he was gonna throw up in the car.

and even when he got to the store, he ended up spending nearly twenty-one thousand yen (200 USD) on his and your primary and backup products (even though you hadn't run out yet), just in case this ever happened again. and yes, it would be worth the money a million times over if you asked sakusa.

the second tragedy of that day was the traffic jam on his way home.

sakusa would call himself a patient person, perhaps. but he was already annoyed and craving you calming him down, so he was a little bit on edge. it took so long that sakusa might as well have started going on his commute to practice, so by the time this shit all got done, he had about ten minutes to get there.

and when he showed up, late might i add, he was more closed off than usual, not even bothering to make snarky comments to the worse miya.

atsumu was even drilling him at practice for not 'wanting it enough' and accusing him of lazing around ("it started when ya showed up late, omi! come on!"). the pisshead twin always irked him, but today more than ever. on his way home he was filled with pure anger, going very much over the speed limit, as he just wanted to come home and have you lay on top of him while he complained about everything.

sakusa loved the way you just listened, head tucked under his chin, as he could feel your heart beating against his chest, elated that you were there, existing and breathing with him. you were ethereal, he thought, and he was so lost in this daze that sakusa shook his head and gave all his focus to the road in front of him and slowed down immensely.

the moment he arrived back at the apartment, he expected you to be seated on the couch with the TV turned on for some background noise while you read one of those bullshit celebrity gossip magazines. or you'd probably be babbling to suna or kenma on the phone about that one white-haired anime boy (sakusa couldn't be bothered to remember his name), saying how much you loved him and how important he is.

because that's what you always did.

so when he got home, bags in hand and furious expression etched on his face, all it took was one look at you.

you, dressed in only his shirt and sitting on the counter prettily, hair falling over your shoulders and a smile dancing on your lips. the afternoon sun was shining on you, eyes glowing bright with excitement about seeing him, and sakusa found himself falling in love all over again. you were perfect as always.

"hey, yoomi—oh! you got them! i figured you'd get more since your bottle was in the trash," you hopped off the counter and  snatched the bags out of his hands, quickly scurrying into the bedroom to deal with them. "thank you~" you sang over your shoulder, making him smile a bit. he could hear you placing the bottles in their spots as he walked in after you, and at this point he didn't even give a shit about his hair or his shower in the locker room that was a little too quick, he just was in a bit of a rush, thank you very much.

sakusa laid himself down on the bed and waited for you to finish, he placed his hands on the back of his head and took a deep breath, because he knew he wouldn't be leaving this spot until it was time for dinner.

"yoomi?" your soft voice reached his ears from the entrance of the connected bathroom, and he turned his head to look at you leaning against the doorframe with curiosity, soon turned embarrassment at him staring while you had no pants on.

he didn't even have to say anything, the look in his eyes conveyed everything you were wondering.

you went and got yourself situated above him. you straddled his hips and gave him a sweet smile before placing your hands over his abdomen, thrumming your fingers on the surface of sakusa's shirt. you came down on him, chest to chest, legs tangling and his arms wrapping around you like a vice.

no words were exchanged now, only soft breathing and slight shifting of fabric could be heard.

"i hate that pisshead." he snarled, the vibrations of his deep voice sending chills down your spine.

"no you don't." you murmured, one of your hands finding its way in sakusa's hair.

"don't do that, it's dirty." he ordered, and you laughed at sakusa as he swatted your hand away.

"i don't mind, you know that." you giggled, placing your hand back where it was, where it's supposed to be. he let out a grunt at your lenience to germs, but he was just fine having you here either way.

"i hate that guy with everything i have." sakusa muttered awkwardly, tightening his arms around you suddenly.

"yoomi, we both know you don't, you're just mad today."

"as i fucking should be." he bit back, making your muscles tense. sakusa could feel it, as well as the anxiety bubbling in your stomach at his tone. "not at you." he said, quieter this time, and you nodded against his shoulder.

"you wanna tell me what happened?" you asked, and you let the bitch fit commence. he rambled about the shampoo and conditioner, the traffic jam ("honestly, can people just fucking drive? it's not that hard.") and miya atsumu, who you'd been friends with since high school (he introduced you to sakusa in your first year of university).

you may not have agreed with his claims, but you listened. like always.

your hands wove through his hair, over the soft skin of his face, and into his own hands, clasping tightly together as he spoke. at one point he was so wound up that he flipped your positions and pressed you against the pillows and down into the mattress; he laid on top of you, searching for comfort with his head on your chest.

when sakusa finally finished, he was silent, taking long, slow breaths as your hands ran up and down his back.

"i'm sorry, baby. tsumu just wants the team in the best shape," you murmured, and sakusa only grunted in response. "just tell samu to deal with him."

"i can deal with him myself." he grumbled, and you laughed at his seriousness.

"what are you gonna do, yoomi?" sakusa raised his head up to look at you when he heard the smile in your voice.

"intervene." he said simply, and you couldn't help but burst into laughter at his comment. your laugh was infectious, capturing his heart with ease, as if it was always yours in the first place.

sakusa didn't even know why you thought it was funny, but he tried to hide the smile on his face by burying his face into the crook of your neck and placing a sweet, slow kiss on the spot.

soon your laugh died down and there was only a few titters here and there, and your hands found their homes back in sakusa's hair.

"that's the first reason," he mumbled onto your skin, "i know you'll always be here to make me happy again."

you smiled again, pleased that he actually remembered last night's conversation.

"i love you, kiyoomi."

you knew he didn't have to verbally say it for you to feel it, so he shifted slightly on top of you, allowing all of his weight to fall on top of you. sakusa knew you loved it when you had him like this. when he melted in front of you, allowing himself to unwind in your presence. he could've settled for silence, but he didn't think that was quite fair anymore.

"i love you more."