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SAKUSA KIYOOMI | 8:19PM | @goreist

“It’s a slow dance evening,” your husband decides. 

You disagree. The weight of this week’s stressors weigh heavily on your shoulders. Hunching your figure under his t shirt. You sigh heavily through your nose as he steps into your path. “Kiyoomi-”

He wraps you up in his arms, gently tugging you into his warm body and presses his head atop yours before you can finish your sentence. He’s shirtless and you can’t help but melt into the hard plains of him. Into his familiar scent.

He takes a deep breath and you feel the evidence of his life under your fingertips. The way his chest expands and his lungs fill with oxygen. The contraction of the muscles as he exhales above you. 

“Kiyoomi, seriously, we can’t-”

He squeezes you. Carefully applying enough pressure to force you to shut up. And then he’s breathing deeply again as he begins a slow circling motion around the space between your kitchen and living area. You don’t bother struggling. You relax into his hold and let him rock you, let him guide you through the motions.

There is no sound except the rustling of clothes and the busy city outside your safe haven. You find yourself reluctantly relaxing in the warmth of his embrace, your eyes slipping shut when he begins to hum some familiar tune. The stress of your week takes a back seat to the comfort of being engulfed in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s arms. Being protected by the broadness of his shoulders and back. 

“You’re safe,” he whispers and your emotions go haywire. A ball of emotion rolls off the back of your tongue and settles in the back of your throat like an uncomfortable boulder. “I’ve got you.”

The first shudder makes him pause in his swaying and the action sets of a domino effect. Another shudder wracks your finger and then you’re sobbing into his bare chest. Ugly, wet, hiccupping sobs that chip away at your husband’s heart. For one reckless moment he wonders if he can just get you to quit your job and stay home. Let him take care of you in every way. But then he remembers who you are and the absurdity of his thoughts. 

He adjusts you so he can run one hand up and down your spine in soothing strokes. You cry until your knees give out and then he scoops you up bridal style and carries you into your bedroom. He sits against the headboard and deposits you in his lap. He chuckles when you straddle him and bury your face in his neck. 

“You know it’s okay to be overwhelmed, love,” he says, settling one hand at the base of your spine while the other cups the back of your neck. “And it’s okay to cry and take a break and maybe even, you know-” he releases your neck and you can imagine him making a random gesture with his hand “-quityourjobandletmetakecareofyou.” He finishes in one breath. 

A giggle interrupts your sniffling, and you pull away from your hiding place enough to glare at him playfully. 

“There you are,” he smiles, cupping your cheek. “Feeling better?”

He reaches into the nightstand to pull out a Kleenex box when you sniffle and nod. 

“‘m sorry for-” you gesture to his shoulder and neck and chest, damp from your tears and snot.

He purses his lips, eyes narrowing at your embarrassment. “We’ve been married for half a decade,” he deadpans.

“Uh, so?”

“I’ve had your puke in places that-”

“Okay!” You squeal. “I get it!”

He cleans your face gently, his thumb massaging your cheek. When you’re both clean and your eyes are dry he presses a soft kiss to your mouth. “I don’t know how many times I have to say this before you get it into your pretty little head,” he says, cupping both your cheeks so you’re forced to stare at him as he speaks. “We can’t be too embarrassed to lean on each other love. That’s not how this thing between us-”

“You mean our marriage?” 

“-works. The point of this-”

“Marriage.”

“-mar- stop it,” he scowls. 

You blink innocently. “Continue.”

“I want you to trust me enough to come to me when you’re overwhelmed,” he admits. 

You sober immediately, bringing your own hands up to cup his around your face as you lean into them. “I’m sorry, sometimes I bite off more than I can chew and then life also decides to knock me around at the same time and before I know it everything is too much and I-”

“I know baby,” he soothes. “But you still have me. You will always have me. Do you understand?”

You nod.

“Good girl. No more work today.”

You pause “But-”

His glare is unsettling enough that you immediately snap your jaw shut. “We’ll order your favorites and watch a movie.” 

You open your mouth to protest and Sakusa kisses you soundly. Flipping you so you’re beneath him, legs wrapped around his waist as he pins you to the bed. When he pulls away you don’t even remember what you were going to say. The only thing you know is that you’re safe here.