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sakusa x reader - “midnight milk troubles”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 839

notes: first part of my christmas special? one story each day until the 25th

theme: hot chocolate

the cold december winds brought comfort to you and you knew you needed every ounce of it as you could get. as you huddled closer to your thick, fluffy comforter, you wondered if this was what heaven was like. cold air brushing against your skin, warm christmas lights illuminating in the background, soft joyful songs playing from your neighbor's playlist, and finally, some peace as you hid away from the world that seems to be intent on ruining every day of your life. it was probably around midnight but recently, your days ended up being much longer than what it should be so when you finally felt your eyes drooping into a close, you were relieved.

now, if only you could actually get some well-deserved sleep.

a sharp ring made you jump up from your fetal position and a massive onslaught of dizziness made you hiss out a curse. glaring at your phone, you made it ring a little longer out of spite. serves whoever that is for dragging you away from the comforts of sleep back to hell itself. only when you noticed who was calling did you actually make a move to answer it.

"y/n."

"omi."

a long pause.

"i'm out of milk."

you blinked, processing what your beloved boyfriend just said, "that is... unfortunate."

another long pause.

"buy."

"excuse me? what was that?" this has got to be a joke or maybe some really weird dream that you want to wake up from asap.

"buy me milk."

you don't know if you should laugh at omi's deadpan tone or if you should finally put your murdering skills that you totally didn't learn from crappy horror films into use.

"okay. i'll go tomorrow—"

"no. go out now."

"omi, it's two o'clock in the morning."

"and?"

"i need sleep?"

"you can sleep after bringing me milk."

"..."

"most shops would be close."

"the convenience store near your house is open 24/7."

"..."

"listen," you little shit— “if you really want milk right now, then go buy some yourself because i am not getting out to buy milk in the dead of the night in the middle of winter."

"i can't do that. i'll get sick."

"and i wouldn't? am i your sacrificial lamb?" you were this close to combusting.

"...you can put it that way."

"oh my god, omi!"

"..kidding. just get the milk."

"no, you listen here mister because i'm not about to repeat myself-" you were getting into a really long rant but the familiar beep of the call being ended reached your ears first.

.

.

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.

.

"you freaking jerk! sakusa kiyoomi i swear to god i'm going to murder you!"

except... you didn't quite do that. after cursing and killing sakusa in your head for five minutes straight, you felt compelled to actually see through his demands. what kind of witchcraft does he involve himself in? anyway, you ended up buying his godforsaken milk and are now enroute to his apartment that was quite frankly, quite a bit away from yours.  ah, the lengths you do for love and sakusa's devilishly charming appeal. when you do finally arrive at his doorstep, you were sure that your temperature would be around subzero but that's okay. so long as you get sakusa his goddamn milk, right?

now, after all that effort, you would expect that sakusa would give you, at the bare minimum, a thank-you tiny smile or even a long-distance peck but no. you received a spray of lysol in your face and a demand that you strip and wash yourself. it was understandable, for safety reasons, but he could have been nicer. begrudgingly, you followed your extremely loveable, soft, and beautifully rude but still caring boyfriend that you are mad crazy about.

after finishing your bath, you expected to be murdered or something but instead, you were pleasantly surprised as you see a slightly flustered sakusa lifting his arms for a hug and a very inviting cup of hot cocoa on the coffee table and really, who are you to refuse? even god wouldn't. so as any sane human being, you ran into his arms, taking in his scent, fresh linen with hints of faded scented alcohol, and purred. your bedroom was nothing compared to this. as sakusa's warmth enveloped you, your frustration about the whole scenario faded into nothing. no amount of tire would ever be equal to the satisfaction of being held close against his very soft hoodie and his beating heart.

"i missed you," normally, you would never hear such words from the big man himself but i suppose the distance could break even the strongest people. god fucking damn it all. you're a simp for sakusa and you were sure as hell proud of it, "i heard from your friends that you liked hot cocoa so i made you one. but... i ran out of milk."

for the first time that night, you smiled, "that's fine. i'll buy a million cartons of milk in the cold if it'll lead me close to you."