𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌. | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

Wednesday regular

𝟜:𝟙𝟝 𝕒𝕞

You groggily wake up from the sound of your alarm from your cellphone. The annoying voice of Atsumu's voice recording screams beside your ear.

"Wake up sad girl!"

Grumbling under your breath, you stretch your arm out towards your night stand. The phone falls onto the floor and you're forced to get up now. Sitting up, you rub your eyes and ruffle your hair. You stare out into the darkness of your room and lean over to grab the phone you've dropped.

"Shut up..." Your finger taps the alarm off and you stare at the time. You have roughly 15 minutes to get ready and another 20 minutes of walking to do to get to work. Not wasting anymore time, you pull the blanket off of you and head into the bathroom to freshen up. After your morning skincare and teeth brushing, you throw on a black tee with the shops logo plastered boldly on the back.

An onigiri.

A yawn escapes from you as you wiggle yourself into your jeans. Tossing your hair in a messy bun, you then slip on a pair of socks, a face mask, and sneakers before hurrying out of your empty apartment. You make sure to lock the door before hurrying down the staircase.

Phone, check.

Keys, check.

Wallet, check.

Pack of cigarettes, check.

Lighter, check.

Pocket knife, check.

You mentally check if you've grabbed everything before you've walked too far from the apartment.

You've lived alone for five years now since the age of 15. Your grandmother originally had her name under the contract. But since you're 20 now, you're legally able to take over the contract without her help. There are moments where you missed your family but you know that you're much safer being by yourself.

Away from that man.

Anxiety litters your body when you think about him and you reflexively embrace yourself. You couldn't let the thoughts take over you first thing in the morning. You reach for the pack of cigarettes in your back pocket when someone snatches it away from you. Alarmed and annoyed, you turn around with furrowed brows. Ready to yell at whoever it is. "Y/N, you know how I feel about the smell of cigarettes." A monotone voice speaks from above you and your anger subsides when you see who it is.

Osamu Miya, your boss and friend.

Exhaling under your breath, you reach for the pack out of his hand.

"What's stressing you out so early in the morning?" The two of you walk together towards his onigiri shop.