𝕾akusa knows; that he is once again a hostage to those deep, deep deep eyes that always makes him frozen stiff to the bone. he remembered the first time he saw those bright eyes, the only eyes that seem to glisten within the playground filled with children's laughter.

the only eyes that shared kindness and warmth and the way it brightens up with stars and galaxies whenever you glance up at him. And the way those eyes makes his heart thaw - makes his hands tremble like its winter and how he felt butterflies in his chest and it's like he's seeing an angel right in front of him, bright and innocent and golden and his dark eyes sparkle like twinkling stars and it melts under the warmth and drips drips drips from his eyelashes and down the soft apple of his cheeks leaving a golden path shimmering like expensive gems. if his metaphors were to come true people would think he is a saint, but in truth you were the reason why the always cold and quiet sakusa kiyoomi looked like he was reborn again.

breathless. speechless. absolutely beautiful.

he knew from that faithful encounter, that you had caught his heart in an instant. The young boy who was always alone in the playground - meeting such a delicate goddess who offered to him a hand that radiated such genuine warmth.

"hey sakkun. look what I've got."

he blinks back, reality painting colours within his eyes. he turns and looks down and sees you standing there and for a moment he had forgotten how to breathe, how to move, how to blink, how to play volleyball. he sometimes curse you on how much you made him feel awfully drunk whenever he was around you.

head spinning. feet wobbling. breathing unsteady-

"what are those?" he barely composes himself and narrows his eyes, voice laced with suspicion. you smile at him again, bright and free and you let out a little laugh that dropped marshmallows and candies that almost made him choke out.

"they're flowers silly!" you say. "i bought them just for you."

"ughk." he turns away and tugs his mask like it wasn't impossibly closer to his face to rid of any filthy air that might have escaped from those crimson-dripping flowers and into his lungs, and his murmur was almost feather-like.

"give them to komori or something. i don't want it,"

"you're no fun, sakkun." you tug on his sleeve with a whine but he wouldn't look at you. you frowned, thinking that he wouldn't look at you because he felt annoyed.

but sakusa lifts his hand and tugs his mask ones again. he clicks his tongue as he felt a burning blush crawling up his cheeks. he wouldn't admit it to you, how his heart could just beat right out of his chest.

one, two, three thumps that could form into a soft lullaby he would listen to everyday.

he wouldn't admit to you, how you looked absolutely perfect standing there with flowers in your hands and a bright and carefree smile that he wants nothing more than to kiss until it's summer once again. you were a being that came straight from the heavens, how mesmerising and angelic you looked, eyes that stabbed so many knives into his heart.

lne, two, three and a million more he failed to count. and butterflies had erupted and fluttered lightly into the expanse and empty caves of his heart.

the more he sees you, and the more you gave him one of your smiles—it feels like sakusa is falling more and more, so he fully turns away from you, he's shy to admit that he likes you and walks away.

you saw movement shift at the corner of your gaze and saw him walk away moodily. he always walks away from you without a word and you pouted and murmur out how cold sakusa kiyoomi was.

"hey motoya, hold this for me, will ya?"

"eh, where are you going?"

you smile at the libero and hand him the roses which he gladly held with a questioning look in his eyes. "i'll check up on sakusa." you turn away and followed the path left by the moody ace.

he hears footsteps behind him; one, two, three small steps that reminds him of the drizzling rain. like how they fall lightly on his skin, and the droplets softly whispering to him a song, a memory and a wonderful dream under the hazy-

a soft,

and warm hand slips into his pockets and tugs his hand out and they wrap around his palm slipping into place. it takes one, two, three seconds to know that you were holding his hand and he panics and pulls away and the moment he did he curses himself and he looks back at you blinking up at him - just as daze and confused as he was.

but this time, you notice how his face turned red. it was too late for him so he sighs and rubs his temples and you watch how his curled locks reflect the sunlight and it reminds you so much if icarus had ebony black wings. that was lit under explosive honey sun-bursts when he flew too close to the sun.

"oi." he still wouldn't look at you, "d-don't just–"

words tumble out of his mouth and falls into a cacophony mess and red ants wouldn't stop crawling into his pure flesh and it painted his ears a visible pink. sakusa finally pulls his mask down and you saw two pink lips forming into a small frown as they press together out of nervousness and embarrassment and suddenly you felt your entire body flushing at how cute he looked.

"i'm going out for a walk." he finally says. "If you want to follow me - then you just have to tug on my sleeve instead. you just held flowers that were already held by other people who didn't exactly have the cleanest hands. i can't let you hold my hand like that."

you press your lips together and touch his sleeve and he's walking ones again as you tug along. you look up and flush, a small smile playing at your lips and it was the first time sakusa has ever let you do something like this and it caught you off guard. you grinned and wrapped your arms around his clothed one, respecting his wishes on not touching his skin and you laugh but this time it was softer.

"what, you like me now sakkun?" it was obviously a harmless joke, just a small small tease, and it wasn't the first time you teased him but somehow those words had fell differently in sakusa's ears and he stopped walking and you looked up at him, puzzled.

"s,shit."

"saku..sa?" you were confused and he pulls his arm away from yours and rummages something within his pockets. he pulls out a wet tissue and faces you with dark and unreadable eyes and you glance up at him, blinked ones then twice and you held in a breath as he leaned down and wiped your cheek with it firmly.

"saku–what are you doing-?"

then you felt it, two pink lips that felt warm and soft against your cheek and he pressed it further into your skin. he cannot get enough of you as he drinks in the moment - he lost all control when you said those words and it's like a boost of confidence within him. he kisses your cheek - he wants to kiss you more and he wants the feel of his lips on your own and he is curious if it's just as addicting as your soft soft cheek.

sakusa was never more obsessed with the idea of kissing someone till morning.

you flinched out of surprise and your cheeks burned and sakusa pulls away his face just a few inches and he stares into your eyes - eyes that he felt hostage to and without knowing you trapped him again on a silver cage and drowned him in mercury and galaxies and for a moment he saw a constellation settling within those innocent and dangerous eyes.

"sakkun.?"

"yes."

"y,yes what?"

"i like you," i love you, i love you so much too much - is what he doesn't say but his dark eyes tell you enough, and you knew it told you a different story.

sakusa kiyoomi was only young when he stood beneath a maple tree all alone with no one to play with.

but there was one person, an angel who walked up to him one day, caked with dirt and dust but he ignored that and stared at the crimson-dripping flower on its hand.

"hello, my name is (y/n). what's yours?"

there was a blush dusted on his cheek. "its sakusa.."

"ah, okay then sakkun wanna play with me?"

he was only a young boy who found himself stumbling into a playground filled with angels and beautiful wings, and the one that first caught his gaze, was you.

and he couldn't asked for anyone else.

end.