One Time Mistake (All I Wanted book 2) Sakusa K. X OC Fanfiction (ONGOING)

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YUA MISAKI

My heart belongs to Sakusa Kiyoomi.

It was a moment of clarity for the both of us as we
laid in each other's warmth, buried in the thick duvets and fresh sheets, Kiyoomi and I exchanged mere endearments and professed subtle words of love.

Time seemed to slip away into the background while we lose ourselves in our own little world once more. His tender touch and gentle whispers still lingered in my being like the permanent scars drawn on my skin, except that he felt like heaven and will forever feel that way.

Each second spent in his company was a timeline of comfort and joy, etching a memory I wished to linger in forever-etching a moment I hope would last forever.

I watch him subtly shake his head, his curls bouncing softly on top of his two moles as he scrunched his face.

"You sure?" I chuckled. "So you're telling me, the past five years you never dated anyone? Even a hookup or fling?"

"Ew. No." He grimaced.

"You can't be a virgin, Kiyoomi! You're way to good at it!"

Kiyoomi sighed for the nth time. "I was, until tonight. It's either you, or nothing."

"Not even a pretty face in your sea of fans?"

He buried his face in my chest, shaking his head 'no'. Then he looked up to peck my chin. We stared at each other for a while. The way his eyes met mine, the sincerity in his smile-they spoke a language of their own. He always seem to know the right words to say.

"Do you mean it?" I asked softly, my slender fingers gently brushing across his muscly arm.

"Hm?"

"When you said you'd love to have a child with me?"

This man knew my past. He knew my weakness and joy.

My Himari.

With a heart open and understanding, he embraced the fragments of my history. His love wasn't conditional or faltered by the scars I carried; instead, it enveloped me, offering solace and acceptance.

"Of course." He grabbed my hands and mumbled against my knuckles. "I would want to have our own little family someday."

I found no judgement in his eyes, but an unwavering affection that saw beyond the chapters I wished to forget, cherishing the person I am now, the woman I had become through it all. He saw the chapters behind every bruise and scar on my body and every bruise and scar on my soul. He mended every frown in my emotions and fixed a dent in my heart. He was the only one who truly understood, yet chose to love me not in spite of my past, but for the very essence it had sculpted within me.

"But Kiyoomi didn't you mention you hated kids?" I chuckled.

"If they were yours, I'd love them to death."

"Would you want a girl or boy?"

"It doesn't really matter." Kiyoomi replied monotonously.

I mustered a smile, behind it were hidden sorrows of my innermost desires-my aching desires to be with Kiyoomi, and her. Each smile I seem to muster whispered a deeper ache. The sparkle in my eyes belied the weight I carried for years, yet to this man, he seemed to see beyond the veneer of my smile. Despite my attempts to shield the people I love from my inner, crumbling turmoil, Kiyoomi saw through my disguise, offering a silent support and a comforting presence by my side.

He's too good for me.

"What's on your mind?" Kiyoomi suddenly spoke.

I looked down, meeting his worried gaze.

"You went silent and suddenly stopped playing with my hair, and you were staring into space." He bluntly stated.

I blinked a few times, confused, before I heaved a heavy sigh.

"I wish heaven had visiting hours, Yoomi."

I watched as his gaze softened, the way I could see even the tiniest hint of sadness in his eyes as he spoke no words-this side of the well known Volleyball D1 athlete, Sakusa Kiyoomi, that not many could see.

This time, I felt a lesser burden off of me. I could only smile at him reassuringly that I am, indeed, doing better than before.

He lifted himself from my chest, his body now pressed beside me as we looked into each other's eyes with no words exchange. My thumb rubbed circles on his defined cheekbones while his fingers brushed strands of hair away from my face, with each passing second his eyes seemed to be telling me something he couldn't bring himself to say.

He seemed to be deep in thought, and this time it was my turn to ask him.

"What's on your mind?"

Kiyoomi hesitated for a minute. Behind those stern eyes of his were traces of a vulnerable and fragile man. I gave him my warmest smile, telling him that it will be okay.

He cleared his throat, taking my hand in his as he brought it up to his lips.

"Saki," his deep voiced echoed softly in my ears, "I want to start over again. A better headstart for us this time."

My breath hitched.

"I am not a perfect man, I have flaws, I make mistakes, but with you, I'm learning everyday. Saki, the past five years taught me to be patient with time and how it works. You taught, a germaphobe like me that when you love something, you forget about somethings."

Panic arose in me. My hands tensed in his grip.

Why am I doing this to him?

"And I love you, I always have. I am not the same boy I was back in highschool..."

I bit my lip, tears threatened to spill out of my eyes.

"Saki, will you be my mine, again?"

Sometimes, life seems to play a cruel game, teasing us with the beauty of something that circumstances won't allow. I've found myself entangled in emotions that I never intended to nurture, feelings that are deemed forbidden by the world around us.

The truth is, I've come to understand the depth of what I feel for you, Kiyoomi. It's a love that surpasses reason, one that defies the constraints society has placed upon us. Our paths intertwine in ways that are inexplicable, yet the world around us deems it unsuitable, forbidden.

Nothing ever goes my way.

"Kiyoomi, I can't..." I said, shakily.

My gaze lingered at him. He looked shaken, his lips parted and quivering and a silent hidden plea behind his beautiful onyx eyes doesn't go unnoticed. I could feel his shaky, warm hands turned cold as it held mine.

"Why...?" He stayed calm, although his eyes betrayed the facade he tried to display.

"...I...just can't."

"Is it," he cleared his throat, "because you still like Miya...?" His voice was gentle yet curious.

"No..." a tear poured out of my eye. I shook my head. "No, no, Kiyoomi, I love you!" I cupped his face, his eyes still on mine as he laid in the comfort of my palm. "Okay? I only love you."

"Then why...?" His usual monotone voice started to break as he croaked. "Atleast let me know why."

I find myself grappling with an internal battle. Each syllable feels like a heavy burden. It's a dance between wanting to speak my truth and fearing the repercussions that may follow once those words escape my lips. Nonetheless, he needed to know.

"Kiyoomi," I choked back a sob, "I'm moving to the US, for good."

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