𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌. | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

Let's talk, Osamu

You wake up earlier than usual to make onigiri before setting out to see Osamu first thing Sunday morning. A new confidence showers you after your conversation with Sakusa last night. You stopped by the nearest convenience store to pick up a few things before you set out of the house again. With your hands full, you lock the door behind you and quietly make your way up to the staircase to Sakusa's apartment.

You hang the convenience store bag on the doorknob with a note attached to the bag. To thank Sakusa for the conversation last night, you made him some pickled plum onigiri's. You also made tuna mayo filled ones for Komori. Unsure what Komori liked, you play it safe and made one of the popular fillings from the shop. A hangover drink is also in the bag for him.

You then hurry over to Osamu's, hoping to not stumble upon any party goers who never made it home when you get there.

🏐･ﾟﾟ･｡.

The closer you get to Osamu's apartment is when your confidence starts to dwindle. You clench your hand tightly on the bag filled with onigiri and randomly strange snacks. You stop in your tracks when you see his door open. Osamu sees a girl out of the apartment, several lipstick marks on his face. You do a double take to make sure you're seeing him correctly.

His hair is definitely gray and not blonde like Atsumu's.

"Thanks for last night Osamu. I'll be off now!" The girl giggles before brushing past you. She excuses herself and pulls her coat closer to her body.

Osamu meets your eyes and stiffens when he sees you there. You feel conflicted with your emotions.

Are you angry or sad?

Not wanting to jump to conclusions, you remain neutral. Whatever Osamu got up to last night didn't concern you. You came here to state your thoughts, not to cause another argument. "Looks like you had fun last night." A smirk forms on your face while you run your fingers through your hair, ruffling it slightly. Osamu straightens up and gulps. He rubs his eyes to make sure he's not dreaming.

You push the bag towards his chest which he takes from you. "What's this?" Osamu groggily speaks up. He opens the bag and sees the handmade onigiri's and snacks. Guilt washes over him when he returns his eyes to you. "I probably should've bought some makeup wipes too." You murmur, eyeing the lipstick marks all over his face and neck. Exhaling, you slide your hands into your jean pockets. "Can I come inside or is there more surprises in there?"

Osamu quietly steps to the side to let you in. You cautiously walk inside to see the mess of last nights party. It reeks of alcohol and weed. Scrunching your nose, you gaze at the mess. You mentally take note to not invite these two to a party if you ever were to have one at your place.

"Where's Atsumu?" You turn around to watch Osamu lock the front door. "He's still asleep." Osamu answers you with a hushed murmur. "I thought you said we'll see each other Monday? What brings you here Y/N?"

You walk over to his kitchen, opening the cabinets and drawers to find a trash bag. You find a box of trash bags in the bottom drawer and grab a few of them out. "To finish the conversation from last night. I ran away so..." Your words fall short while you quietly pick up the stray plastic cups on the island table. Osamu lowers the bag in his hand on the coffee table by the living room.