𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌. | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

I'm happy for you

You say farewell to the last customer of the day and flip the sign over to closed. Osamu emerges from the backroom and walks over to the kitchen. "Was that the last customer?"

"Yeah. We're free to start cleaning up for the day." You answer him with a small smile. Things at work have been strictly business. Neither of you speak casually like you used to and it took some time for you to get used to. The brief moments of your hands or body bumping into each other nearly gives you a heart attack but you've managed for a month almost.

You quietly wash the plates and knives in the sink while Osamu wipes down the counter. The only sound in the shop is of the running faucet and the faint sound of music and car honks. You gulp, feeling extremely awkward. The only thing you can do is quickly clean up and leave for the day.

But with your thoughts and feelings a distraction, you feel a sharp pain in your finger. You notice drops of blood in the sink. Dropping the knife, you muffle a yelp. Osamu turns around to look at Y/N. He notices the corner of her eyes well up in tears. He leans over and notices Y/N applying pressure to her finger that's bleeding.

"Idiot. Did you cut yourself? Where are the rubber gloves you use to wash the dishes with?" Osamu breaks out of his professional tone when he starts to lecture you. He grabs a hand towel and squeezes it around your finger.

You wince in response, biting your lower lip. "You don't have to do that Osamu. I can manage." You try to take the towel from him but he nudges your extended hand away.

"Says the one who can't even properly wash the dishes." His curt tone rubs you off the wrong way but you bite down on your tongue. "Don't do anything but hold onto this towel. I'm grabbing the first aid kit." Osamu waits for you to apply pressure onto the towel before he disappears down the narrow hallway.

You were going to hold onto the towel anyway...

You exhale the moment he turns the corner. Your eyes stare at the towel with a frown.

So much for leaving early.

You've made more of a mess and irritated Osamu. Sakusa dwells on your mind and you miss him. He wouldn't have lashed out on you like this. Knowing Sakusa, he'd kiss your finger better after disinfecting it and applying a band-aid. You ease up a bit when you think about him.

How is he?

Your eyes cast over to the clock on the wall. He should be getting out of his classes around this time.

Osamu returns with a first aid kit and he asks for your finger. You quietly do as he says to avoid any further annoyance.

He removes the towel from your finger and disinfects the cut. You cast your eyes to the side and mutter an apology. "Sorry."

Osamu doesn't say a word when he focuses on cleaning the cut. He then rips open a band-aid and wraps it around your finger carefully.