a midsummer night’s dream ꨄ
sakusa x fem!reader warnings: none !
“i why rebuke you him that loves you so?” sakusa and y/n being cute co-parents at their daughter’s ballet recital. will they kiss?
your daughter had been asking where her dad was for the past ten minutes and for good reason. her ballet recital was getting ready to start and her dad who was always there for every performance wasn’t, making her nervous.
as you checked your phone again, you sighed anxiously and began to hit his contact to call when a tall man with curly black hair came jogging backstage.
“hey, i was just about to call you,” you let out a breath you had been holding as sakusa came up to you with a tired greeting.
“i know, i’m sorry. there was so much traffic,” he said with a light laugh as he adjusted his suit. “you look nice,” he said with a small smile as he looked you over. you wore a familiar mauve dress that made you look whimsical, effectively matching the theme of the performance, a midsummer night's dream.
“thanks,” he smiled as you felt your heart skip a beat, “you look good too.”
“daddy!” your daughter’s smile grew instantly, almost covering the entirety of her face as she rushed past the people crowding backstage over to her dad.
sakusa picked her up in a tender hug as he spun her around before smiling at her in his arms. “you look so beautiful, like a princess,” he said as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“daddy, i’m a butterfly,” she deadpanned making the both of you laugh.
“then you are the prettiest butterfly i have ever seen,” he smiled as he began to press kisses all over her face, eliciting bubbly giggles from the girl.
you let small laughs escape your lips as you continued to take pictures of the two until you noticed something that made your heart drop. “naomi, where are your shoes baby?”
the four year old’s eyes dropped to her feet, “these ones were in my bag, maybe i left them at daddy’s house?”
you turned to sakusa who was already looking over at you with an exhausted expression as he knew he would have to go get those purple ballet shoes. he internally cursed himself as he walked right past them, paying no mind, on his way out the door less than an hour ago.
the outside hitter promptly put down your daughter as he quickly made his way back out of the theatre. while walking into the lobby, he passed by some of his teammates—naomi's honorary uncles.
the faux blond whipped his head backward as he noticed his friend leaving a place that he shouldn't be, "omi! where ya goin’?" he asked, wrinkling his freshly pressed suit as he threw up his arms in confusion.
you anxiously waited. whenever your phone would turn black you quickly unlocked it revealing your ex's contact, waiting for any updates as to where he was. on the other hand, naomi sat patiently as she fidgeted with the purple tutu that matched her faux wings that sat upon her back.
"what is taking him so long," you muttered as you paced up and down the hallway, nervously pulling at the ends of your eyebrow. however, the familiar sound of jogging and panting halted your actions as sakusa came down the hallway, ballet shoes and a flower bouquet in hand. he promptly handed you the shoes and hid the flowers away from his daughter's eyes.
you gave him a small smile as your took the shoes and began to quickly put them on naomi. as soon as the last lace was wrapped around her ankle you quickly sent her off to meet her teacher with a kiss and a wish of good luck.
"i'm sorry, that took longer than I expected," sakusa said as he fluffed out the flowers of the slightly smushed bouquet that he had in hand. "i almost forgot her flowers," he said as he smiled down at the assortment of pink lilies.
"she's going to lose her mind when she sees those flowers," you smiled up at him as you both began to walk to your seats in the audience, "she'll love them."
"i know," he smiled over at you as he held open the door, "she's a mini you," sakusa hesitated with his words before he went on to speak again.
"i used to bring you flowers for every single one of your ballet recitals in high school."
your face began to warm up at the thought of the fond memories. it was true, without fail sakusa kiyoomi always brought you flowers as a congratulations gift. they ranged from roses to carnations and never failed to bring a smile to your face and always resulted in him getting his face painted in bright lipstick marks.
"i remember," you smiled as you walked down the aisle in front of him, i used to spray them with hairspray and stuff to make sure that they would last forever, and it still works to this day."
you didn't realize what you had said...
but he did. he sat beside you as he felt his face heat up, ears turning red at the thought of the implication behind your words. his heart began to pound in his chest causing butterflies to swarm in his stomach. his dark eyes drifted over to you, ignoring his teammates beside him.
"you still have the flowers i gave you?"
your breathing stopped, as you looked over at sakusa whose eyes were darting all over your face, searching for anything.
"yeah," you said timidly as your eyes drifted to the program in your lap, "they're sitting at my vanity back at my place."
your admission felt as if you had just told one of your deepest, darkest secrets. normal people erase all traces of their exes as fast as they can, desperate to rid themselves of the memories. but here you are, holding onto years old flowers, some older than your shared daughter.
while you were dealing with an internal, emotional dilemma, sakusa beside you couldn't help but smile. smile at the fact that you kept those flowers for all this time; smile at the fact that there might still be something there. hope flushed through his chest as his face blushed at your flustered state.
but as the lights shone down onto the stage, both of your attention was put back onto your star of the show. smiles grew upon your faces as your daughter posed with her butterfly wings spread along with her other classmates dawning enchanting insect attire.
right before the music began to play, sakusa leaned over to whisper in your ear, unwilling to leave his questions unanswered, tossed away never to be spoken about again. "can i come over to your place tonight?"
you looked over at him with slightly widened eyes as your chest became tight and your heart began to race. you managed a small smile as you looked over at him with an embarrassingly love-struck gaze that remind you of your teenage self.
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