Sakusa Kiyomi

Sakusa is the one who hugs from behind not for show, but because it makes him feel comfortable. When he presses against your back and his palm slides down your lower abdomen, you feel the whole world stop. He whispers in my ear:

• This part belongs only to me. And you don't have a single argument against it. He never lets you pay. Not for coffee, not for the "spontaneous" purchase of ten candles at Ikea, not for tickets. “I wanted to pay for it myself,” he says with a stony face. And then he just takes the bags and walks forward as if nothing happened. You grumble for the sake of order - he ignores you, for balance. Every match is like a ritual. Before going out, he always kisses you on the forehead. Sometimes briefly, sometimes a little longer, as if drawing strength from it. After winning, he is exhausted to the limit, but as soon as you enter the house, Sakusa falls onto the bed, clinging to you as if you are his only salvation. You laugh: — Who would have known you were so clingy when you were tired. He grumbles something, but doesn't move away. Never. Cleaning? That's his responsibility. “It’s just easier this way,” he says, wiping dust from the shelf. You don't argue. Because... it really is easier. And it's nice to watch him grumble discreetly about the dust, and then smile when you steal a kiss on his shoulder. Restraint is his middle name. Especially when he's jealous. But if someone starts to approach you, then his calm goes beyond the limits and he begins to boil with anger and may even get into a fight.