Room 4123 | sakuatsu

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It was a few days later, and the letter was still untouched on the little cabinet by the entryway.

Sakusa hadn't had the time to think about its content – or rather he tells himself that. He gives himself excuses about having to clean the apartment or go to the gym, or even run errands. But frankly, it's because he's scared to think about it, and what the outcome might be.

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Almost a week as passed for Miya without any news from the housekeeper, and he was starting to wonder if the letter even reached him. Maybe he wasn't even the one to clean his room after his departure, and the other housekeeper tossed it. It was killing him.
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It was Saturday night, the ravenette just finished cleaning the kitchen after dinner. He sat in his couch and turned on the television to occupy himself. Sakusa had his eyes locked to the screen, but his mind was elsewhere. As if on cue with his thoughts, his eyes locked on the envelop on the cabinet. It was directly in his line of sight from the couch and the paper was taunting him. Reluctantly, he went and grabbed the letter with a sigh.

As he sat back on the couch, he read back the fine handwriting to freshen his thoughts on the matter.

I want to see you again, properly this time.

The tiniest frown creeped at his eyebrows.

Consider it at least.

Another sigh escaped the ravenette's lips. He threw the paper on the living room table in front of him, his hand pinching the bridge of his nose.

That was so unfair to Kiyoomi. Asking someone like him to leave his comfortable routine for what, adventure? Uncertainty? What if Miya didn't really like him? And at this point, Sakusa wouldn't even be surprised he gave up. He hadn't tried to contact Miya ever since the latter left the city.

He couldn't risk his job, his life for a super hot stranger who also happen to be filthy rich and single. What if it was an act all along? What if the information about the blond he found on the internet was all fake news? Would Miya go to that extend to try and impress someone? It sure sounded like something he would do though.

Obviously, Sakusa was exaggerating and letting himself think of the most absurd possibilities because he did not want to think that someone like Miya Atsumu was remotely interested in someone like him. Someone boring, with a normal job. Someone that couldn't be in company with other people for more than a few minutes. Someone that had never had any serious relationship and wasn't entirely sure how all that stuff worked.

I think you can muster by now that I like you.

Was that the truth? Could he like like someone like Sakusa? That sounded delusional to him. And what were his intentions? Did he want a good fuck? A long lasting relationship?

All these questions bumped around Sakusa's head and it was giving him one hell of a headache. It was also stressing him out a lot. Should he reciprocate the blond's feelings? He did find him attractive as fuck, naked or not. And he also did really enjoy the intimate moment they had in the suite last week.

Sakusa's eyes fluttered slightly as he remembered the explicit things both male did last Friday. He felt a heatwave run through his body, his gut churning a little. Would he want to do something like that again? Probably. Should he? Probably not.