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Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi loses his wedding ring.
Pairing: Sakusa / f! reader
Genre: Unadulterated fluff
Wordcount: 600
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Previously: Sakusa Kiyoomi. Bokuto Koutaro. Kuroo Tetsuro. Akaashi Keiji
You open the door to find your home in a complete mess.
The sofa is slanted (Omi loves his right angles so he’s going to scream), the coffee table is upended (how did it even do that), hell, even your frying pans are scattered all over the kitchen floor. Your first thought is that you’ve been burgled. In hindsight, that’s a pretty laughable assumption – come on, no burgler would be take the trouble of excavating the contents of your fridge.
But at this juncture, rational thought escapes you as you barge into the house with shoes askew, because Omi should be home by now and if anyone dares to harm even one precious, curly strand of hair on his head you will stab them with your sharpest stilettos–
“Omi, what’s going on?”
Sakusa Kiyoomi, all of six foot four, stares up at you from under your bedframe with the air of a mournful cat, one that’s lost its favourite toy and desperately needs its owner’s help to hunt it down.
You stifle the demented laugh that’s threatening to tear its way through your chest, choosing instead to take a seat on the floor next to your husband, who only huffs instead of verbalizing his complaints.
“You wanna tell me what happened, darling?”
He wriggles out from beneath the bed, deliberately avoiding your gaze. “Hey, none of that”, you coo, cupping his cheeks to gently turn his face towards you. “You know you can tell me anything right? What’s bothering you, Omi?”
You can feel the heat diffusing from his cheeks to the skin of your fingertips when he mumbles almost shamefacedly – “I lost my wedding ring”.
“Oh”, you tilt your head, mildly confused. “Okay. Shall we get another one then?”
Kiyoomi glances at you in surprise, mouth falling open.
“You’re not mad?”
Your brows pinch together. “No, not at all…Why would I be?”
“My wedding ring is supposed to be a symbol of my commitment to you, to our marriage”, each syllable trembling with the stress he places on it. “And – and I lost it”.
“Oh, Kiyoomi”. You drop an affectionate kiss to each dark mole on his face, your way of comforting your husband when he loses himself in his head, when worries plague his mind.
“It’s just a piece of metal, sweetheart. Who cares if you lose it? Our vows to each other haven’t changed. In good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer –“
“I’ll love and honour you all the days of my life”, he murmurs, a soft smile on his face.
You find yourself blinking away tears.
“Until death do us part, Omi. Nothing is going to change that. Not you losing your ring, nothing.”
“Yeah?”
You gather him into your arms, let him tuck his head under your chin. You count your lucky stars that this beautiful, sweet man has deemed you fit to be the caretaker of his heart for life.
“Yeah.”
You both stay that way for a while, Omi curled up in your arms, pliant and completely content until your stomach growls in protest.
“We’re gonna need to clean the kitchen up so I can feed myself, as much as I love snuggling on the floor.”
Omi makes a sound of protest.
“Come on, up! Hey, maybe the vacuum cleaner got hungry too and ate your ring – “
You regret your words as Omi strides off, snapping on a pair of gloves, glaring malevolently at the innocent robot vacuum.
“OI DON’T TAKE THAT APART!”