𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌. | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

I'm here to listen

Osamu flips the sign closed and locks the front door with his keys. He turns to look over at Y/N who's rubbing her shoulders. Things at the shop picked up once Sakusa and Atsumu left after their breakfast.

You release an exhale and turn around to say goodbye to Osamu but he seems to have other plans with you. "Y/N, come with me."

"Uh..." You raise an eyebrow, watching his tall frame walk further away. You're not working anymore so technically you can decline his offer as a friend. Osamu notices how Y/N's stalling to make an excuse. He stops in his steps and turns around, crossing his arms and giving her an unimpressed expression. "Let's get some drinks together. We had a long day today."

Drinks?

You figured Osamu was dragging you to the supermarket to buy ingredients so he could make some strange concoction as a new onigiri flavor. "Are you paying?" You smirk under your mask. Osamu wears a lopsided grin and turns back around to walk ahead. "Let's go Y/N." Osamu calls out to you.

You smile to yourself and hurry next to him. Osamu always handled the bill whenever it's the two of you. He insisted on doing so as a way for you to not quit on him since the first day you were hired. Of course you are easily persuaded when someones willing to pay for the tab.

🏐･ﾟﾟ･｡.

After wandering around for ten minutes, the two of you settle on an izakaya that's tucked away in the busy food street. The two of you take a seat in the corner of the bar and settle in.

The owner walks over and places a menu in front of you two before tending to his other customers. You glance over at an employee grilling a fish. The setting is much like the onigiri shop. With the difference of alcohol and smoking. Osamu waves over the owner and begins to order for the two of you. Two pints of beer and a variation of skewers. When you reach into your pocket for your lighter and cigarette, a pint of beer is placed in front of you.

"At least drink with me before you start smoking Y/N." Osamu raises his glass and you lower your things. You reach for your beer and a soft 'clink' sound rings out when the you two cheers together.

The two of you silently drink the cheap beer and you lower the glass onto the wooden counter top. Osamu reaches for your lighter and flickers it on.

"You know, I don't want to lecture you about your habits but...you've been smoking more than usual." Osamu raises the lighter towards the cigarette that rests between your lips. Inhaling, you drag out the smoke through your lips. He twiddles the lighter between his fingers. "What's wrong Y/N?"

You stare at the cigarette that rests between your fingers. "I've just been more stressed out than usual. It's nothing to worry about." Raising your cigarette up to your lips, you take another puff. You've started to smoke a month after working with Osamu. The medicine you took for your anxiety couldn't suppress the emotions you had and you were sick of it. You didn't want to walk around with pills in your pockets so cigarettes are more convenient.

Osamu lingers his eyes on Y/N's distant face. He feels so far from her despite sitting next to her. "About earlier today...you were serious when you said you're hiding from someone, right?"

Who could she possibly hide from? A friend? Ex-boyfriend? A family member?

The different answers float around in his mind. He's unsure if Y/N will answer him. He doesn't know if Y/N sees him as someone she can put her trust in.

A moment of silence fills the conversation between the two of you. Exhaling slowly, the smoke seeps out of your lips. Osamu reaches over and pinches his fingers between your cigarette. He pulls it away from your lips to get your attention. You turn to look at Osamu with bewilderment. "What--" Your words cut off when you see the serious expression on his face. His eyes demand you to answer him but he doesn't murmur a single word.

"You're not getting this back until you answer me." Osamu places the cigarette between his lips. You're ready to say a witty comeback but you realize Osamu is also holding your lighter hostage. You wouldn't be able to light up another cigarette without it.

"Since when do you smoke Osamu?" You steer the conversation away from yourself.

"There are some things about me that you don't know either Y/N." Osamu curtly says as he drags out a puff of smoke. You'd be lying if you didn't think Osamu looked attractive right now. Your eyes avert from his and you raise the beer glass to your lips. The cold liquid quenches your dry throat.

"Do you not trust me enough Y/N? Or do you perceive me as just a boss you work for?" Osamu speaks up again. He's cornering you now with more questions. Scrunching your nose, you exhale. "You're a bit needy tonight Osamu." You lightheartedly giggle, a faint smile on your face. "And you're being more stubborn than usual." He extends his hand to poke your forehead but you tense up, the color in your face draining. You quickly wrap your arms around yourself out of reflex. Osamu quickly notices Y/N's closed off behavior and pulls his hand back.

He's never seen Y/N look so uncomfortable until now. The two work closely together behind the kitchen so seeing her react like this throws him in for a loop. Maybe she's more bothered from physical contact and not close proximity?

She isn't a germaphobe like Sakusa. So...

"Sorry." Osamu whispers out an apology, his eyes are apologetic. You pull yourself together and release your held breath.

Osamu is only showing his concern for you and you've constantly shut him off tonight. Maybe telling him this secret you've kept to yourself will give you some relief. Asides from Osamu, Atsumu is the next closest person to you. You'd rather tell Osamu this sensitive topic over Atsumu any day.

Your fearful eyes soften when you look at Osamu. A weak smile forms on your face when you speak up. "What I'm about to tell you is something I've never spoken about besides my immediate family." Your words stop in your throat and you bite your tongue. Fear wraps you around it's finger when you anticipate what Osamu will think of you after you tell him everything.

Osamu notices Y/N's troubling expression. The way her brows knit on her face to the quivering of her lips. Whatever she plans to tell him must be something that weighs her down. Physically and mentally. Osamu extends the cigarette back to her. "I'm here to listen if you're willing to talk Y/N."

Your eyes lower to the cigarette. "You'll most likely look at me differently when I tell you...and that thought alone makes me not want to say anything Osamu." You reach for your cigarette but he pulls it away from you slightly.

"If you're going to tell me you murdered someone, I'll be sure to keep my lips sealed." Osamu tries to ease your nerves with a horrible joke. He places the cigarette between your fingertips and raises the beer glass to his lips. "The night's young. I have no where to go. So, take your time."

You raise the cigarette to your lips but stop midway. Closing your eyes, you put the cigarette out and inhale deeply. "Alright. Don't complain to me in the morning if you're tired Osamu. I'm about to tell you my life story. The story of a sad broken girl."