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sakusa is rich, it comes as no secret, and thatβs why you tell yourself this was never bound to work. and youβre pretty sure heβs got plenty of trust fund family friends that are after his heart anyway, so his options are plenty open.
yet, why heβs incessantly knocking on your door, you canβt seem to figure out, the pounding sound ceaseless as he stays persistent. youβre nearly at your wits end after thirty minutes, stomping over to open the door and face him.
βkiyoomi,β you growl, glaring daggers his way, but he only shoots sharper ones at you through his eyes, piercing you with the obsidian orbs you know all too well.
it feels like he can read right through you, and you hate yourself for letting him get so closeβletting yourself get so attached.
βwhatβs your issue?β he presses.
sakusa is probably the most stubborn, hardheaded, determined, and pettiest individual youβve ever met. and itβs not exactly a surprise, youβve learned heβs the youngest and wealthy, so it makes sense, but still. youβd never expected someone as stoic as him to be so borderline bratty at times.
βmy issue? iβm not the one pounding on a door at eleven pm with no pause. whatβs your issue?β
βyouβre ignoring me,β he pouts.
and there it is, the look that made you really realize how smitten you truly are for the man before you, and how far from your reach he really is. youβll never fit in with sakusaβs crowd, and youβre pretty sure heβll never understand yours, and the inevitable heartbreak seems more crushing later rather than sooner.
so, with the utmost self control you never knew you could demonstrate, you force yourself to pull your eyes away from his faceβthatβs too handsome to be fairβand look at your feet.
βkiyoomi, listen,β you begin, and his face falls immediately. and so does your heart, all the way down to the pit of your stomach at the look.
βyou donβt like me anymore?β he asks almost like a child. βbutβ¦i didβ¦i thought i did all the right things. the moviesβ¦it worked in the movies,β he insists.
βwhat movies?β you ask, face twisting in confusion. he looks down bashfully, face a light shade of pink as he clears his throat.
be still your beating heart, you think, at the sight.
βiβ¦iβm not really good at this,β he admits. βi thoughtβ¦j-just you know, i didβ¦someβ¦research,β he finally blurts out, voice strained.
and if it werenβt for your current predicament, and the fact that you know yourself well and you know you wonβt pull away if you lean in, you wouldβve kissed his lips senseless at this very moment.
βromance movies?β you grin slightly. he huffs, turning his face to the side as he shifts on his feet.
βyes, romance movies. we were pursuing a romantic relationship, and their genre is romance. it makes sense,β he mutters. and despite the way your head screams to end this conversation before youβre too in deep to let yourself pull away, you chuckle, smiling bigger as the flush of his cheeks only darkens.
βthatβs cute,β you mumble to yourself. βreally, really cute,β you admit.
βso then whatβs the issue?β he raises a brow. and it all comes crashing down again, making your smile dropβand he notices, he notices right away.
sakusa kiyoomi may be a bit sheltered, but heβs quick on his feet, heβs perceptive, and heβs a fast learner. heβs learned all your signs and quirks faster than you could hope to teach him. all on his own.
βlook,β you sigh, deciding to rip the bandaid off, no matter how bad the wound might sting. βmy background isnβt like yours. iβve never had to use more than one fork and iβve never had a bread plate.β he crinkles his brows, staring at you bewildered.
βso? iβm dating you, not your forks.β groaning, you rub your temples, mentally rolling your eyes at how dense he can be.
βkiyoomi. your friends and family probably expect you to bring someone home that grew up like you, donβt you think? someone whoβs from a bit more wealth?β he ponders your words for a moment before shrugging, nodding at them as though they were any normal topic.
βyeah, they probably do expect that.β you blink.
βwell iβm not that, am i?β you ask bitterly, flashing him a pained smile. it finally dawns on sakusa what you mean, his eyes widening a fraction before he quickly steps closer to you.
you should pull away, you really, really shouldβbut you missed his warmth so much. indulging in one more moment with him couldnβt be so bad, you think.
βyeah, youβre not. but they never gave me anything even with all that money. nothing like what you give me anyway,β he shrugs. βi like you. a lot. i thinkβ¦i think i might evenβ¦you know? love you?β he asks the last bit in a quiet voice, almost like heβs asking himself.
and under any other circumstance, youβd raise a brow at a man questioning his love for you, but itβs not like that with sakusa. you know him, and you know heβs trying to navigate what love feels like, heβs trying to find the warmth of its embrace in your arms.
it makes your heart skip a beat.
βwhat?β you breathe. and despite the palpable fear in his expression, sakusa presses his forehead to yours, staring at you with a hard determination youβve grown to admire.
the same one he sports during games, and practice, and watching recaps to find his mistakes. he gives you that same passion, if not more.
βi thinkβ¦no. no, i do. i love you,β he whispers. and sakusa kiyoomi is a star athlete, heβs got a car thatβs worth more than your entire life savings at the moment being, heβs got trust funds waiting for him, and heβs got a snobby rich family back at home, but heβs got barely anything if not nothing at all without you.
the words knock the air out of your lungs and steal your breath.
βis this you trying to be like the movies?β you murmur.
βi wanna be better than the movies,β he whispers back. βbut i kind of need a love interest for that.β the watery chuckle you let out makes his heart un-tense, the relief rolling over him in waves.
he knows itβs a good sign. he knows everything about you. and even if youβre scared, you canβt help but trust him blindly.
βokay, omi. letβs be better than your stupid romance movies,β you grin. βi love you too.β
and youβre glad heβs not starring in a film, you donβt think you ever want to share the stupidly handsome smile he gives you with anyone else to see.
i know he lives in japan and the forks and bread plate reference was a bit unrealistic but this is a fiction drabble so donβt fucking bring it up or iβll block you. enjoy it or leave. k thanks <3
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