𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌. | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

Sakusa or Osamu

Osamu pulls his jacket closer to him, a cloud of mist escaping from his hot breath in the cold morning air. His footsteps come to a halt when he sees Y/N sitting on the steps of the onigiri shop. She looks different than usual. The ends of her hair are wavy today and it seems like she's wearing makeup. The leather jacket on her small frame gives her an intimidating aura.

She lowers the black face mask from her face and fishes her jacket pocket for a lighter.

Osamu anticipates for her to light a cigarette but she only plays with the lighter. Flickering it on and off. A smile forms on his face when he walks over to her. He quietly sits next to her. "You're here early."

Startled, you flick the lighter off and turn to look at Osamu who sits next to you. His gray hair is slightly damp when you look at it. "And are you trying to catch a cold? You should properly dry your hair Osamu."

"Are you lecturing your boss?" Osamu raises an eyebrow. With a smirk, you point at his watch. "My shift doesn't start for another ten minutes. So you're on my friend time right now." He dryly chuckles under his breath and shakes his head at your response. "You seem happier this morning. Something good happened?" Osamu returns his gaze on you. Folding your arms, you rest them on top of your knees and stare up at the dark blue sky.

"I had a little chat with Sakusa earlier this morning. He seems a bit hard to talk to and I don't know how to act around him but he seems really kind. He seems to know the right words to say despite not knowing anything." The corner of your lips curl into a small smile and you rest your chin on top of your arms. "I shouldn't have judged him too soon before meeting him. He's nothing like Atsumu."

Osamu quietly watches Y/N smile to herself. He's glad to see her smiling but there's a slight jealous feeling he gets at the thought that Sakusa knows the right words to say to her. Osamu knows Y/N longer and he still has trouble with forming the right words. Atsumu's idiotic question creeps into his thoughts.

"Say...'Samu. You don't have feelings for Y/N, right?"

"Y/N." Osamu huskily calls out to her. "What are your thoughts on Sakusa? Is he someone you think you'll fall in love with?" The question slips past his lips before he can process what he's asking her. It's too late to take his words back now. He figured Atsumu will eventually ask her this question anyway. It didn't matter if he asked her first.

You stare at Osamu questionably. "Where did that question come from? Is it because I said he has a way with his words?" You notice the stern expression Osamu wears. He wears such a serious look on his face that you start to feel tense. "I barely know Sakusa. The last thing I would think about is falling in love with him." You tuck your hair behind your ear but it slowly unravels and falls onto the side of your face.

"What about me?" Osamu whispers his next question.

Your eyes widen briefly and you turn to look at him. "What?"

Osamu's serious expression doesn't waver. "What are your thoughts on me? Am I someone you can fall in love with?"

Hearing Osamu repeat himself again makes your mind frazzled. You feel a knot in your chest and your heart flutters slightly. You didn't see Osamu in that kind of way. The thought never crossed your mind actually. Yes he's good looking but you never stopped to think that he'll make a good boyfriend. "You're my boss and someone I think I can start calling my best friend." You answer him honestly. "But...I don't think I deserve to fall in love with you Osamu. You're out of my league."