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Was this your third time at Sakusa's place now? You had already lost track even though you were certain it hadn't been that often.
Before you had gone to his apartment you had stopped at yours to grab the bag of rice you had promised him. So then you met him back at his place, with said bag of rice. The door was opened to reveal you with a big grin on your face.
"Here's the rice!" you exclaimed quite loudly as you walked inside, slipping your shoes off.
"Do you want to cook the rice or should I?" You ask as Sakusa takes the bag from you and walks to the kitchen. "You shouldn't cook, you're a guest," he replies while setting the bag on the counter closest to the sink.
You're already about to protest against his response when he goes to wash his hands. "But I should help, I can't just sit here while you cook—"
"Yes you can," he turned on the hot water and started washing his hands first. Pumping the soap into his hands. You watched as the pink liquid turned into a white lather. "Are you sure? Because I'll just feel bad," you explain and your eyes trail up to his face.
Sakusa was preoccupied with the action of washing his hands, before rinsing them and turning to you. "I'm sure," he assures you again, drying his hands on a small blue towel. "This way we can just talk while I cook," he finishes finally glancing over to you--the smallest hint of a smile on his face.
The moment was gone just as quickly as it came when Sakusa went to grab a bowl from a cabinet to pour some rice into. You then quietly watched from a few feet away as he started to wash the rice. However, without looking over to you Sakusa broke the silence to say.
"Being quiet is the opposite of having a conversation L/n," You almost hadn't processed his words fully until you felt his eyes on you. "Oh— my bad I was just watching," You apologize a little embarrassed for some reason.
Your face was starting to warm up to but only you knew that. "It's okay, if you don't know what to talk about we could talk about something you like," Sakusa suggests. You tilt your head slightly confused, "Like what?" It's a dumb question on your end, but you're not even sure what you could talk about that would keep his interest.
"Anything," he squints at you as if he's confused at your confused state. "Music, or maybe a hobby," he starts listing things and you try to think of something interesting and somehow you come to a blank until your eyes start wandering around his apartment and to the piano.
The same piano you had seen when you walked a drunk Sakusa back to his apartment. "Piano," He must not have expected your reply because he turned his head over to you so fast you could've sworn it would fall off. "Piano?" he repeats your word as a question.
You nod in response and lean on the counter next to you. "Yeah I used to wanna play when I was younger and I saw you had a piano," You start and Sakusa goes back to cleaning the rice. "Do you play?" you ask finally.
Now Sakusa had drained the water from the rice, transferred it to his rice cooker, and turned it on. It seemed like now he was going to start preparing the salmon. "I used to, in Junior High for a little bit," Your interest is piqued now and you lean off of the counter and follow behind Sakusa as he goes to the rice cooker.
"Do you still play or just have the piano for decoration?"
"I play sometimes, it'd be a waste of money if I didn't," the dark-haired man says while glancing over his shoulder to see where you stood. Just a few feet away from him ready to lean on the island counter now. "You can sit down if you want," he tells you with furrowed brows while nodding his head toward the other side of the island.
You peered over the island to see there were stools to sit on and you almost got embarrassed. Instead, you just walked to the other side and sat on the stool closest to where Sakusa was. "How often do you play?" you question and your eyes trail down to the counter where Sakusa was cutting the salmon on a cutting board.
He was very careful and still so quick with his actions, If you didn't know any better you'd think he was a cook or something. "I haven't played since I moved in, especially not after the noise complaint from a neighbor,"
At this seemingly new information, you change your posture to where you're leaning across the island and your brows are furrowed. "When did you get a noise complaint?" you ask with an obvious tone of curiosity. That was when Sakusa put the knife he had down and turned around to look at you and you swore you saw him smirk before he said.
"You, don't you remember?" Your face drops at the question immediately turning into a confused frown. "Wha- When did I complain?" you ask aloud trying to remember when this happened.
"Are you talking about when your friends were being loud and I heard a noise?" You ask when that's all you could dig up from your memory. "Yes," he nods while turning back to the salmon--now he was taking it over to the stove which you didn't even realize was on.
When he answered your question you first responded with an eye roll and a smack of your lips. "That wasn't complaining, that was me being concerned," you state.
"Right, well the point is you could hear from your apartment," he sighs and now only his back is facing you as he's at the stove.
You don't know how but your eyes started moving on their own. Trailing from the back of the athlete's dark wavy hair to his defined muscular back. Of course, he was wearing a black shirt—he always was. It was like he didn't own any other color.
That was where your eyes had stopped though and they focused for a minute. Unfortunately, your silence was loud enough for the man to be curious enough to turn around. Which led to him catching you in the act of 'appreciating' his back.
"Oh," his voice traveled to you quickly and snapped you out of your daze. "I'm sorry," you apologize putting your head in your hands as fast as you could.
Though it was unfortunate you were caught, you were lucky enough that Sakusa didn't want you to be embarrassed. He saved any snarky comment and tossed any chance to tease you and instead asked. "Do you want me to teach you something on the piano after dinner?"
Hesitantly you lifted your head from your hands to eye your neighbor. "Really?" you question a little shocked. Sakusa nods in response and a smile creeps onto your face.
Now you're fully removing your hands from your face and you perk up with a grin. "I'd love that!"
