𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌. | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

A change in their friendship

You excused yourself after the awkward silence to use the bathroom. Staring in the mirror, you notice how red your face is. You turn on the faucet to splash water on your face to cool you off.

Why are you reacting like this around Sakusa?

You were shy before when you first met him but this is a different type of shyness.

Exhaling, you decide to take a smoke break on his balcony. You push the screen door to the side and close it behind you. Reaching for your back pocket, you take out the pack of cigarettes and your lighter. The cold air calms your burning body when you light the cigarette between your fingers.

You raise the cigarette to your lips and slowly inhale, releasing a cloud of smoke when you exhale. The view from Sakusa's balcony is much more elevated than the view you're used to. You lower your eyes down to your balcony.

"So this is what his point of view looks like." You whisper to yourself. You wonder if Sakusa ever spent time on his balcony before you two became friends. There must've been times where the two of you were outside at the same time. He must've been bothered by the scent of smoke back then.

You then start to wonder what he thought about the neighbor who smokes a lot. You grimace at the thought that you might've been disrespectful.

Great. Now your mind is overthinking about other things.

You frustratingly run your hand through your hair, frowning over the past. Clicking your tongue, you drag out a cloud of smoke and lean over the railing of the balcony.

The faint sound of the screen door catches your attention. You then feel something drape over your shoulders. Your eyes narrow down on a cardigan before you turn around to see Sakusa. "I was wondering where you ran off to." He joins your side and glances forward.

"Should you be out here?" You worry over Sakusa and he turns his attention over to you. "I feel much better than this morning. I'll go back to rest if I feel horrible again." Sakusa points to your cigarette. "Something on your mind?" You grow small when Sakusa points at your cigarette. This is a topic you can't really bring up to him. He's the main reason for your scattered thoughts. Unsure what to say, you let silence be your answer.

Luckily, Komori enters the apartment. "I'm home!" He calls out from the foyer. The two of you walk over to the screen door, pushing it open to welcome him back.

"Welcome home." You smile when Komori meets your eyes. "There's congee in the pot over there if you're hungry." Sakusa and you both enter the apartment after you put out your cigarette.

"How are you feeling Sakusa?" Komori leaves his backpack by the sofa and walks over to the kitchen. He grabs a bowl and fills it with congee. "Much better." Sakusa sits down on a stool by the island table. Komori brightens when he hears Sakusa's response. He turns his eyes over to you when you sit in the stool next to Sakusa. "Thank you for watching over Sakusa, Y/L/N."

You form a smile and nod. "It's my fault he's sick. The least I can do is help him get better."

"You can leave him to me now. I'm sure you'd like some rest too." Komori scoops a spoonful of congee into his mouth. A yawn creeps up the moment he says that. You turn to look at Sakusa. "You'll be fine without me, right?"

Sakusa stalls to answer. Komori raises his eyes away from the congee to look at Sakusa's silence. He slowly nods his head. "Get some rest Y/L/N. Thank you for keeping me company." His eyes soften when he looks directly into your eyes.

"Anytime. I'm just one floor under you if you need anything." Smiling, you take off the cardigan and return it to him. "I'll be seeing the two of you later then." You say your goodbyes and grab your jacket off the back of the sofa.

"Is it just me or..." Komori stops short when he notices Sakusa's distant look in his eyes the moment Y/L/N leaves. "Have you grown attach to someone other than Atsumu and I?" A smirk playfully rests on Komori's face.

Sakusa huffs out at Komori's teasing. "Just eat your congee." He mutters out under his breath.

Sakusa stands up to go back to his room. He eyes the chair that sits beside his bed. An odd feeling washes over him.

He misses her.

🏐･ﾟﾟ･｡.

You whisper that you're home to the empty silence, kicking off your shoes. Now that you're not focused on Sakusa, exhaustion hits you. You lock the door behind you and make your way to your bedroom.

Taking off your jacket, you place it on the back of your desk chair. The sight of your bed calls to you. Too tired to change into something comfortable, you lift the blanket up to lay under it.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket the moment you feel your eyelids heavy.

The single text makes your heart flutter. A smile graces your face and you fall asleep with warm thoughts.