#sakuatsu / #skts / #clarawrites / nail care
sakusa emerges from the bathroom in a curtain of steam. dressed in sweats, he shuffles down the hallway, head raised at the sight of his partner sitting at the dining room table, engrossed in his nail care.
sakusa emerges from the bathroom in a curtain of steam. dressed in sweats, he shuffles down the hallway, head raised at the sight of his partner sitting at the dining room table, engrossed in his nail care.
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"hey."
he looks up, startled. atsumu is gesturing at him with his nail file. "lemme do your nails."
“i think they’re fine.” sakusa isn’t as meticulous, but he gives them a trim once a week.
he sits down, waiting for atsumu to wipe the table before offering his hands. atsumu is gentle as he cradles it, and runs his file over the nail.
sakusa, unsure if talking is allowed, watches. atsumu's eyes are narrowed, lips pressed into a pout.
“whatcha smilin’ at?”
atsumu looks up at him. of course he noticed. sakusa replies, “you.”
“what, i got somethin’ on my face?”
“you enjoy this.”
it’s not an accusation; just a mere fact. atsumu moves onto his index finger.
sakusa can imagine it: the twins, sitting like they are now, running a file over each finger, grumbling the entire time.