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Sakusa Kiyoomi (1) Possibility

Light, very very light spoilers ahead.

Coming home from a long day at work was one of the most blissful feelings in the world. It was definitely up there on the list, but I still wouldn't personally classify it as the best feeling. The best one would be when your partner arrives home after a long day at work and is happy to greet you with a hug.

If you knew my particular situation, you would know why that simple hug, or any form of affection for that matter, would mean so much to me.

I snapped my eyes open when the door to my flat opened, alert at every sound. Listening to the rhythm of the steps, I instantly relaxed, knowing it was definitely someone I knew very well. I got out of the bathtub, cleaning myself off and then drying my body with a fluffy towel. Quickly putting on my pyjama-onesie, I made sure everything was dry and clean before leaving the bathroom. The moment I stepped out, I noticed the man laying on the couch, arm covering his eyes.

An excited grin covered my face, and I walked over to the couch before jumping on him. "Omi!" I squealed and buried my face in his neck, chuckling as he yelped and grunted under me. "Geez, (F/N), you're going to kill me like that," he grumbled, arms gently placed on my shoulders as he held me so I wouldn't fall off.

"What? You're an athlete. As if little old me would be able to hurt you. Now, did you have fun at practice?" I asked, lifting my head and looking at his face. His gaze softened the moment our eyes met, and I flashed him a grin. "Yeah. It was so tiring though. Atsumu was having a fit or something, and he absolutely tortured us. I don't think I've done that many drills in my life altogether," he sighed heavily, closing his eyes. He did seem tired. His eyes were a bit glossy, his face was just a notch paler than usual.

"Aw, I'm so sorry, baby. I'll go heat up the dinner, you'll love it. How about that?" Omi nodded his head, and I went to get up, but he stopped me. His gaze moved away from me, and his cheeks regained some of their colour as he pouted ever so slightly. "You forgot something," he mumbled, making even his lips turn a soft shade of pink. I held my excitement back, letting a small smile appear on my face before I leaned down and pecked his lips.

"There, all better?" He nodded and let me go, still avoiding my gaze. Even after years of dating, Omi is still very reserved and shy about affection. For one because he hates it, but also because he is generally reserved with his emotions. Unless it's annoyance. He will very explicitly show that he's annoyed with you.

"I made some rice with umeboshi. Do you think it would replenish your mood?" I called from the kitchen while pouring rice in the two bowls I already prepared. There was some hurried shuffling heard from the living room before a mop of black curly hair appeared in the dining room entrance. "You made rice with umeboshi?" He asked, his black eyes gleaming with happiness. I nodded my head and gave him a smile before waving him over. "Yeah, come here," I said and waited for him to diligently stand next to me like a disciple next to his teacher.

"Hold this," I mumbled and handed him a bowl of rice. He took it from my hands, watching carefully as I placed the plums onto the rice. "Add some more," he said quietly, rather shy with his request. I chuckled and added double the number of plums I would usually put. "There, you can take that one to the table. I'll get this. Here are your chopsticks," I said and returned to making my own meal.

Once done, I sat across from him at the table, and we began eating. He was quiet the whole time, eating the food with great dedication and focus. I watched him with an amused smile, noticing how with each bite, his mood would get better and better. By the end, his shoulders were slumping less, and he even seemed to have a small smile on his face.

"This was great. Thanks," he said after gulping the last bite of the food. With a wide smile, I leaned over the table and kissed his forehead. "Anything for you," I said and took his bowl, going to wash the dishes. Omi just went back to our bedroom, changing into his sleepwear before going into the living room. I could hear the film he was watching while I was washing the dishes. It was some action film that I couldn't recognize because all actions films sounded the same in essence. Loud crashes and grunts, occasionally, if it's a gore one, splashing of blood.