𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌. | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

I'd like to get to know you better

Sakusa puts on his long burgundy coat over his dark gray turtleneck sweater before stepping outside. Komori complained about how much his head is hurting and how he's starving to death. So, Sakusa decides to go out to get something for his needy friend. "I'll be back. Don't move from the sofa if you can." Sakusa calls out to Komori who's hiding his face with another pillow from the sofa. He twists the doorknob open and steps outside. Narrowing his eyes down, he sees a convenience store bag.

He extends his hand down and grabs the bag, finding a note on the front of the bag.

"Thank you for helping me last night Sakusa. Here's something for you and Komori.😄"

Judging from the onigiri's in the bag, Sakusa can only assume these are from Y/L/N. He backtracks inside and closes the door. Komori feels a weight below his feet and removes the pillow from his face. "Did you already leave and come back?" Komori groggily asks when he sees Sakusa with a convenience store bag. "That was fast."

"I didn't go anywhere. Y/L/N left this on our door." Sakusa pulls the items out and places them on the glass coffee table. "Here, sit up and drink this."

Komori tiredly sits up and cuddles the pillow in his arm. He takes the hangover drink from Sakusa and twists the cap open before slowly drinking it. Sakusa takes note of the two different stickers that label which onigiri is his and Komori's.

Komori reaches over for the one that says his name and smiles. "Did she make these herself? I wonder what filling is in this one." He hastily takes it out of the wrapping and chomps on it. A smile etches on his face when he happily eats the onigiri. "Tuna mayo! A classic."

"What did she fill yours with?" Komori eyes the onigiri in Sakusa's hand. Sakusa takes a bite and the corner of his lips curl slightly when he sees a pickled plum. Komori quietly snickers when he sees the faint smile on Sakusa's face. "I don't even know why I bothered asking. You should text her to thank her for these. She must've woken up early to make it." Komori turns to eye the clock that sits on the wall above the television.

' 𝟙𝟘:𝟘𝟚 𝔸𝕄 '

After eating two more onigiri's, Komori returns to laying down on the sofa. Sakusa cleans up the mess and takes his phone out of his coat pocket.

Sakusa glances over to Komori who's fallen asleep. His thumbs quickly form a reply to Y/L/N.