suna corrects you without looking up from his textbook. his left hand supports the side of his head on the table while his right hand is highlighting contents from the book that he deems important. (although at the rate he’s going, there are way more highlighted words on the page than nonhighlighted ones.)
you shoot him what you hope is an intimidating glare from across the library table, even though he’s not looking.
since your little outing together, the both of you have definitely gotten more attached. attending shared classes together and never failing to save a seat for each other, going for meals while chattering about anything you could think of, having movie and tv show marathons into the late hours of the night, texting endlessly almost every single day. sometimes, you even think he’s the closest confidant you have at the moment, and a small part of you hopes he could say the same about yourself. however, it’s only last week when he asks that you start calling him by his given name, and you’ve told him that it’s going to get some time getting used to calling him by his first name when you’ve been referring to him by his last name for the past few weeks.
“rintarou,” you repeat, to suna’s satisfaction, “what do you think about terushima yuuji?”
