Sakusa Kiyoomi, your husband, is super flexible. Sure, his wrist are hyperflexible, but he himself is to. You never knew that until you went to go visit him at practice, bringing him his forgotten lunch, and you had seen him casually laying on the ground— in the splits. His legs straight as a line with his stomach against the floor, his arms crossed on the ground with his eyes peacefully closed.

You were distraught to find out that everybody but you knew about it, even bokuto and atsumu. Who were actually fascinated by it. Though, thinking about it, he was a bit.. bendy in bed. And out of it. He honestly thought you knew how flexible he was, though, I guess not.

Kiyoomi quite enjoyed seeing your amazed expression whenever he stretches at home, it's quite interesting how your impressed by the simplest things.

Therefore, that brings you to the present, where he's stretching his wrist flat on the bed. It's his free day from practice, it's morning and he's stretching a bit. With you watching him, a little too, intensely.

"Y'know, it's not a magic trick, yeah?" Kiyoomi softly said, his voice a bit raspy and deeper, having just woke up a moment ago.