Thread by @miya_mang

#iizusaku #sakuiizu | fluff, getting together

"Iizuna-san, please-" Sakusa was on his knees, glassy eyes looking up at Iizuna expectantly. His former captain blushed, looks away. Sakusa leans in, and Iizuna had to put a

hand to his shoulder to stop him.

When he agreed to help carry the seemingly drunk Sakusa home, he didn't expect that the man was
actually faking his inebriation, and now here he is; sat on Sakusa's bed as said

man knelt at his feet, face turned upwards.

"Sakusa-kun-"

"No," Sakusa picked up his hand and placed it on his cheek, startling Iizuna. "Don't call me that." The man inhales. "You never - not once did you ever call me that."

"I'm not your captain anymore," Iizuna tries to reason.

"Don't... put anymore distance in between us." Iizuna had never seen Sakusa like this before. Pleading, almost desperate. The boy he used to watch in high school was a proud thing, snobbish

but respectful. The last thing Iizuna would expect to see is him on his knees.

Especially Sakusa on his knees, begging for his affection.

"Please."

Iizuna stared into deep inky pools of his eyes, feeling himself yielding into its gravitational pull.

It wasn't like he never had any feelings for Sakusa. He's pretty sure everyone on the team, save for Komori, had once had a thing for him.

Iizuna's feelings started as admiration, a senpai's pride in seeing his kouhai shine so brilliantly.

It however evolved into something more. The way Sakusa's voice would unconsciously gentle whenever they speak, how he bends slightly to hear him better, how he paid compete attention to him when he's speaking, his gaze never wavering.

Iizuna didn't entertain these thoughts. He graduated fast enough to not let it bloom into something else.

He thought if he busies himself building his own career, he would simply forget about this puppy crush he has on Sakusa.

But the man came back, shining brighter than ever. He seems untouchable, cool and aloof amongst those he knows.

But the moment Iizuna walks up to him to say hello one fateful night, he sees the way Sakusa's pupils dilated, the way the creases in the corner

of his eyes disappears, the severe wrinkle in his expression softening.

It was the blatant adoration, the way he willingly takes off his mask so that Iizuna could see his easy smile, his amused laughter.

And here he is, gazing down upon the man who had been silent yet

loud in his declaration of love for him.

Iizuna blinks as something warm blooms in his chest. He reaches out with his free hand and cups Sakusa's other cheek.

The man on his knees shudders, closing his eyes. Iizuna chuckles and leans in, kissing his forehead.

"Oh, how can I say no to you, Kiyoomi-kun."

He feels the goosebumps raising on Sakusa's skin. The man whimpers, turns his head around to kiss the inside of Iizuna's wrists.

"I love you, Iizuna-san. Always had, always will." His confession was spoken against his skin. Iizuna

couldn't help the fond sigh.

"Silly boy," he murmurs. He runs his fingers through Sakusa's curls. They were much softer than he'd imagined. "I like you too," he says quietly, almost a whisper, like its a secret

that Sakusa was only privy to.

Sakusa beams, his lips stretching wide. He raises from his haunches to lean in.

This time, Iizuna didn't push him away, letting soft lips descend upon his own.

/End