Anon asked: Hello! idk what to call you, sorry for that. Are you open for request? If you open, can I request for suna, kuroo, oikawa or anyone you want other than those three reaction to their babies get a vaccinations. yk how babies need to get their vaccine after they were born right or maybe when they were like a toddler (kind of like 6-14 months I guess. idk) . I wanna know their reactions, whether they will cry, upset or just normal when their babies got a shot. maybe perhaps add their mother in your headcanon reaction too. Hehe thank you!
authors.note: This is the req I was talking about I just find it so cute aaaa also I need to stop procrastinating and end up writing at 3 am. I need to get my sleeping schedule in check ASAP. Enjoy <3
TW: MENTIONS OF NEEDLES
OIKAWA Tooru, world renowned volleyball player and member of the argentina olympics volleyball team is bawling his eyes out on the pediatrician’s bed while holding your 6 and a half month old daughter. It is your baby’s first vaccine, of course both of you are scared and concerned about your little girl’s reaction but Tooru isn’t handling it well at all. He had begun sniffling even from before heading in, treating the chubby baby in his arms as if these were her final moments. Your little girl wasn’t even acting concerned when the needle pierced her skin, she was completely calm in her father’s arms holding onto his index finger like she always did when he was hugging her. Things changed however, when Tooru -after the shot was over- decided to open the tear ducts and smother his baby in kisses. “Oh how brave my little Princesa!!! She didn’t even shed a tear!” And at that the waterworks began. You don’t know if it was her dad’s own tears, an aftershock of the vaccine or just the drama queen gene she got from your husband but now you have two crying children in your car.
SUNA was calm and collected during the appointment. He sat on the bed with his little boy in his lap, fingers tickling his sides in an attempt to distract him from the needle steadily entering his arm and pressing light kisses on his brunette little head whenever his brows furrowed. The nurse conducting the vaccine called him a trophy dad after he successfully kept his son from crying out. All Suna had to say was that his little boy was just built different. Once back in the car he asked you to drive, opting to sit in the back with his son still in his arms, rubbing small circles on the boy’s back more as a soothing mechanism for him rather than the child. “You okay there, Rin?” You saw him place a few kisses on your son’s brow before lulling him to sleep on his chest. “Just a little shaken up is all, nothing to worry about.” At the next stoplight you couldn’t help yourself from taking a pic through the rearview mirror.
KUROO is an interesting case. He is completely calm, daring even to subtly boast about his wife to the doctor who was too busy scribbling down the name of the vaccine to care about your husband’s shenanigans. He holds your daughter gently, letting her play with his tie while the nurse gets everything ready and even starts talking with her despite her only responses being baby gibberish. And you think that everything is going to go smoothly; your baby rarely cries even when she falls on her butt during play time so getting a shot won’t be that bad. You’re wrong. Kuroo blanches when the needle comes into view, jerking his knee in the process. His stress soon is picked up from your little girl who looks up at her father with scrunched up brows reaching out with her little hand to touch his face. He simply kisses her chubby palm before bracing both himself and her for the upcoming vaccine. The moment she begins to cry -and the needle is out of course- he is up bouncing her in his arms and kissing her cheeks saying what a good girl she was for the nice ladies. He manages to calm her down fairly quickly but then needs to take a second to calm himself as well. Almost faints for a moment.
(I just now got caught up with Haikyuu and I’m obsessed with these characters. Y’all enjoy:))
Warning: 18+ Content. Characters are understood to be aged up so 20s
Atsumu:
He’s such a cutie little shit. I love him
He would be one to hug you from behind and put his entire weight on you so you feel small under him
Atsumu would always find a way to have you under him like that
He’s a confident guy, so don’t be surprised by how open he is with pda. He’s walk up to you and put his hands in your back pockets, squeezing your ass. He’s also not afraid to makeout with you in the club room, even if anyone sees
He’s kinda a voyeur like that, so there would be a lot of risks. Whether it be just kissing in the gym, or full on banging it out in his car in a parking lot, he’s all over it
He would totally love winding you up until you are super pissed at him. He finds it so hot. That lazy smile of his would stretch across his lips as his eyes cloud over with forbidden thoughts. He’s stick his tongue to the inside of his cheek as he reached out to grab you by the back of the necks and bring you into a kiss.
Atsumu would be the kind of guy to wipe his face with the bottom of his shirt, so you get a preview of his gorgeous body all the time when he does this
Bokuto:
Okay so it’s so hard for me to picture him being hot Bc I find him completely adorable, but I did do my research for him lol
Bokuto is such a sweetheart. He would be very gentlemanly and that in itself is so hot these days
He would be the kind of guy to pull you into a kiss by either cradling your face, or pulling you in by your waist.
He would have veiny arms and hands. He’d love to have them all over you as well. He is very much a physical touch person
Bokuto would also use those hands to get you worked up. He’s cuddle behind you and would trace his fingers on your thigh, dipping under the waist band every so often
Bokuto would always pick you up, no matter your weight, and place you on a surface so you were the same height. He would cage you in with his muscular arms and lean on for kisses.
He’s definitely a moaner when you kiss too. I think they’d be deep and gravely too. He’d get into the kiss quickly and moan into your mouth as his hands grip your thighs, almost leaving fingerprint sized bruises on the flesh
Noya:
Truly, a short king
So unbelievably horny for you. I’ve said it about the other two, but he would literally be all over you 24/7
Noya would be an affection biter, but not in the annoying way. You two would be cuddling and he would roll over on top of you and bite your neck, shoulder, boob, collarbone, anything he could get his mouth on. He’d also place kisses and hickies in those places and he would pick on you about it as if he wasn’t the one that just did it
He would love to play with your hair. He would gently run his fingers through it, just to grab it by the roots and pull your head back so he could kiss you
Noya would love to pick on you as well. He’d always find a way to tease you and get you so worked up
He would be so easy to hold a conversation with. That’s so hot to me. It’s a shame the bar is so low.
Noya would be a ball of sunshine, and that energy is often put to use in the bedroom. This dude can go for some rounds bestie. He’d have you worn out and bent like a pretzel
Suna:
This may be forward, so forgive me, but this man knows how to eat pussy. Just saying. Like look at him and tell me he DOESNT know. It’s just a gut feeling of mine. Name a quiet man who doesn’t know how to eat coochie. You can’t!
Anywho, he’d be the king of holding eye contact. He may look bored out of his mind half the time when you’re talking to him, but he won’t look away as you talk. He probably is actually retaining everything you say.
Suna is very much a forward person, so he will let you know how he feels and what he thinks. He had no problem sharing his thoughts. That’s sexy to me
Suna is the type of guy to just stare at you and you’d get wet. His hooded gaze never fails to make you hot. He’d tilt his head back and to the side slightly as he noticed your fidgeting and he’d smirk, watching how cute you look getting all nervous because of him just looking at you.
He would probably be the type of guy who would run a hand up your chest when you’re cuddling to grab your neck, pulling your head back so he can kiss you
He’d love to give you sloppy, slow kisses, too. Lord help me. He’s so fine
Tendou:
Tendou is so unexplainably sexy. I can’t place my finger on it, but honey I’m about to
He would be so precious and perfect and yes. Everything you’d want. Anything you’d want. He would give it to you. He’d be so eager to please you and make you happy
I just know he smells so good. Probably like lemongrass and honey and chocolate. Just happiness, ya know?
He would definitely strip you once you came over and place his clothing on you. The typical attire is a hoodie and a bucket hat of his. He sometimes will even change your socks out to some of his. Now you smell like him and look adorable. He will fawn over you like a grandma
Tendou isn’t a fan of going out, so he would teach himself to cook and have dinner dates with you in his own home. He’d pull out your chair every time.
He’d also open every door for you. He’d pump your gas. He’d rub your back if you asked too. He is so whipped for you.
He’d buy you flowers every time he wants to “woo” you as he calls it
And woo you he does. I’m sure y’all have read the fanfics about how good he is with those fingers of his. He knows how to use them.
Please let me know if you would like me to do more characters!
a/n;happy valentine’s day to both couples and singletons <3 to celebrate the occasion, i thought id return from the dead and write a lil sth sth about a character i barely write for on this blog jk its suna again but writing with him is genuinely so cathartic m'sorry anyways hope you like it <3
“Did you know it’s Valentine’s day today?” You ask out of the blue. You’re both laying in bed, with Suna resting on his back, one arm flung around your waist as you lay peacefully atop his chest. The other he uses to scroll through TikTok, but the sound of fleeting videos stops when you speak up, and you see Suna’s thumb stop moving like he’s frozen in time.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously,” You huff out a laugh as you lift your head from his chest, noting the genuine bewilderment on his face. He’s not usually one to forget things so you understand his reaction. Not that you mind— it would’ve slipped your mind too if it weren’t for the annual Valentine’s Day video Snapchat sent you earlier that day. Unfortunately, you had only opened that message once the day was pretty much over, and only now did you think of bringing it up. “Don’t worry, I only found out today, too.”
“You should have told me sooner,” he says, abandoning his phone on the bedsheets and using his now free hand to brush a few strands of hair from your face. “We could’ve done something.”
His gaze meets yours and you smile. It’s somewhere around eleven o’ clock, and the moon has reached its peak. Its glow pours through the sheer curtains of your shared bedroom and casts a soft blanket of silver across your bed. Coincidentally, it catches Suna’s eyes, revealing all three colours of his irises— slithers of amber and sapphire swimming in pools of the palest jade.
They’re even prettier like this, you think. But your figurative thought bubble bursts when Suna gently taps your nose, reeling you back to reality.
“True, but there’s always next time,” you offer. “But forget again next year and I might think you don’t love me anymore.”
“Forget what?” He feigns. You roll your eyes and he smirks.
“Very funny. But speaking of love— when did you start loving me? I don’t think I’ve asked you this before.”
“Oh no, we are not doing this,” he deadpans. He tries subtly drifting away from the topic by reaching out for his phone, but you’re quick to block it with your hand in hopes of reeling him back in.
“Oh c'mon, it’s Valentine’s Day!” You say, hoping the notion of said holiday would tide him over. “Consider this your gift to me and in exchange I’ll tell you when I started liking you— which FYI, was probably earlier than you’d expect.”
The latter part of your sentence rouses a small reaction from Suna, body reacting similarly to the way a cat’s ear would twitch when they hear something that sparks their interests. He tries playing it off nonetheless and upkeeps his nonchalant behaviour.
“What makes you think I even have an answer to that? I don’t have a date in mind or anything.”
“But you have something in mind, I bet. Plus, you can’t tell me you’re not the least bit interested in what I have to say.”
Suna shifts his gaze to the corner of the ceiling at that, which non-verbally answers your question.
“I mean, if it was for as long as you say…”
Little does he know, youhaveloved him for as long as you say. At the time you hadn’t fully realised it yourself. Your feelings had remained hidden for a good amount of time, burried deep beneath a concrete of denial, fear, and reluctance, until eventually all your inhibitions had been swept away in a crashing tidal wave that was Suna Rintarou. It swept you off your feet, away from shore and engulfed you in the uncharted waters of a newfound romance.
As for when this particular realisation occured, there were a few moments that came to mind, as did a list of reasons that strengthened your infatuation with him.
You’ve loved Suna ever since you associated the notion of comfort to his name, in the tranquil moments spent in each others company, watching the television with your legs tangled beneath a fluffy blanket. Studying for an exam in the library, knees brushing against each other though nobody ever brought it up. Driving home after a long day with the music turned down low, neither of you speaking, neither of you needing to utter a word in order to feel completely at ease.
You’ve loved Suna ever since you realised it’s his voice you seek whenever you’re at your lowest. His voice, slow and steady, calming in ways that seem almost medicinal. You’ve heard it loud and clear on the volleyball court more times than you can remember. You’ve heard it small and lazy when asked to read something aloud to the class back in your highschool days. But most importantly, it was his voice that soothed you any time your life has felt astray, whenever things weren’t working out the way you wanted, in times where you felt exhausted, disappointed, angry, scared or lost. It’s Suna’s voice that would utter out words of encouragement, of praise or advice, even when yours struggled to enounciate the source of your woes.
You’ve loved Suna and the way he smiles at you. It’s mostly smug, mostly reserved to when he’s teasing you. But your favourite has to be when he’s most unguarded, completely at ease when a grin lights up his face, prying his lips open enough to reveal a row of front teeth, neatly aligned between two pointed canines. These times are rare, as is the bright and cheerful laugh that erupts from his chest when he finds something particularly funny. It’s never failed to catch you off guard, fondness swelling in your chest and making it ache, lovingly so.
You’ve loved Suna and the silly game he and his little sister had invented. A game in which he would hold his sisters hands and spin around in one spot like a human beyblade, fast enough so that her feet would lift off the ground, grinning wickedly as he then let go and watched her fumble around on her feet, now totally unable to walk in a straight line.
You’ve loved Suna ever since you found out about that noise he makes after finishing the last of his chuupet on a hot day. That satisfied “ahh” he does before licking his fingers clean.
You’ve loved Suna and the way his gaze occasionally lingers on his lock screen when he thinks nobody’s looking. It’s a picture of you and him; it’s old and a little blurry but it never fails to make Suna smirk whenever he sees your surprised face lit up on his phone screen— flushed pink from the kiss he had planted on your cheek.
You’ve loved Suna and how generous he is when it comes to you. How he’ll always (secretly) buy you that pastry you were eyeing up in the bakery, only to surprise you with it later that day. How he isn’t too proud to return home with a random trinket that reminded him of you, or bringing you back an accessory or clothing item that thought would look nice on you.
You’ve loved Suna and the fact that he remembers. He remembers the small things, such as the name of your favourite song, the places you went on each of your dates. And, he remembers the bigger things. Like that even you have your bad days, that there’re days on which you want to be alone; knows which words you like to hear, need to hear and when you need to hear them. He remembers that like everyone, you have boundaries, and never has he overstepped them or made you feel small about wanting some time to yourself. He remembers to nurture you, to gather you up in his arms when need be, to treat you with utmost respect and love you unconditionally.
You’ve loved Suna when you finally pierced through the cloud of mystery that once shrouded the boy you met in high school. That the Suna you know is nothing like the rumours painted him to be. It was so easy to label him the prickly, quiet guy. The snarky second year who— outside of his small friend group— seemed almost impossible to approach. It’s a shame though, because if only they had given him the chance, they would’ve found that underneath his aloof demeanor lies someone playful, someone who’s a little dorky, who enjoys terrible puns and cheesy pick up lines, and shamelessly cackles at petty internet fights. He’s attentive, always listening to what you have to say, whether you’re rambling about a cute puppy you saw in the street, ranting about the bad hair day you’re having— even if you go on an in-depth discourse about that one character he’s probably heard of countless times before, he listens— without interrupting, forever invested in what stories you have to offer.
He’ll never understand just how much you’ve come to care for him, how much you’ve thrived on discovering these small intricacies that make the man you’ve come to love so deeply. The same man who used to tease you for your blatant crush on him, who’d scoff and poke fun at you whenever he caught you daydreaming. If only he knew the millions of thoughts that crossed through your mind, the whirlwind of emotions that swirled inside your chest each time you laid eyes on him.
“If only you knew,” you murmur dreamily, gazing at him in a way so lovingly it prompts a small, disbelieving chuckle to slip past his lips, eyebrows raised in earnest curiosity.
“Yeah? Don’t be shy, spill.”
This time it’s your turn to giggle and you feel your heart swell at the look on Suna’s face. You can tell there’s anticipation glinting behind his eyes, maybe even a hint of child-like excitement as he awaits your answer.
“I think…” You trail off, drawing out your sentence for dramatic effect. You reach up to brush your fingers across his jaw, keeping a feather-light touch as you run the pads of your fingers along the soft of his cheek, up to the curve of his cheekbone, burning the image of him in your mind. “I started loving you mostly for…”
“My…Irresistible good looks?”
You splutter as Suna flashes you— what is indeed— an irresistibly handsome grin. You crack a smile of your own and shake your head. “That’s a plus— but no.”
In that moment, Suna tilts his head, his expression softening momentarily. You can tell he isn’t in a teasing mood this time. He seems genuinely curious, invested in what you have to say. “Then what?”
“I think I started loving you when I began associating you with home,” you hum, gazing up at him with that same fluttering feeling in your chest as the day you realised: “That being with you felt like home.”
Suna turns speechless then, eyes still focused on you, and you’re surprised to see that his face has begun to flush pink. It starts colouring the high points of his cheeks and spreads to his ears, tinting them the most adorable shade of red. “Are you blushing?” You laugh out loud, asking the obvious. Your teasing doesn’t help Suna’s case, but he tries to maintain a shred of dignity by holding eye contact and responding to your question with a curt “no shit.”
“Why?” You laugh, prodding his cheek with your index. He’s quick to swat your hand away, and this time he does look elsewhere, unable to face your giddy little grin and relentless giggling.
“Jus’ didn’t expect such an honest answer is all..”
You coo at him which makes him click his tongue. There’s no real malice behind his reaction, though. He’s just so used to being the one who teases, so to have the tables turned always makes him react this way, all furrowed brows and clenched jaw. He’s also not used to you being so openly affectionate with him— at least not with your words. To hear you openly confess your feelings to him make his brain fog and heart stutter— like he’s once again reminded why you’re here, why he’s lucky enough to hear you say those words in the first place.
“Still with me?” You tease as you poke his chin to get his attention. He looks at you then, traces of rose still apparent on his pale features though it’s clear he’s trying to remain collected.
“Hush, you.” He rolls his eyes at your cheeky smile and decidedly pulls you closer to him. You find yourself caged in his arms, head slotted in the space between his chin and shoulder but you don’t protest. Instead, you wriggle closer to him, basking in his warmth, melting in his embrace. The feeling of him is so familiar. His voice, the way his heartbeat beats softly against the palm of your hand. Even his scent, that faint whiff of peppermint and his off-brand body wash feels like a comforting memory, like something that’s been here your whole life.
Feels like home.
“And you?” You inquire softly. For a moment you wonder if you had spoken loud enough because Suna doesn’t reply.
Until he eventually does.
“Same reason. Ever since I felt like I didn’t need to hide myself anymore. Guess you could call yourself my safe place.”
“Icould call myself your safe place?” You nag, hinting at the odd wording Suna was all too aware of. He can hear the smile in your voice, and luckily for him you’re unable to detect the new wave of heat that blooms across his face.
“You know what I mean.”
You laugh, then crane your neck so you can softly peck the underside of his jaw. “I know. Just wanted to hear you say it.”
“Maybe next year,” he says, patting your head. You scoff and lightly jab him in the gut.
“Late happy Valentine’s Day,” he chuckles, and you find yourself smiling despite yourself.
a/n; a quick something i whipped up on christmas night, i hope everyone had a wonderful day <3
“Sunarin, where on earth are you taking us?”
“Patience. We’re almost there.”
“You said that thirty minutes ago.”
“Details, (y/n). Details.” Suna tosses a smirk over his shoulder and tugs you closer to his side as you huff at him, acknowledging the impatience on your face.
This wasn’t what you were expecting when he showed up at your door at ten in the evening. All he’d told you was that you needed to wrap up warm, and from there, the two of you had made your way to the city center, walking along the brightly lit streets towards a completely unknown location. It’s a Friday night— the night of Christmas Eve— so you’d thought that he wanted to take you out to see the Christmas market or perhaps gaze at the stunningly decorated Christmas tree that stood proudly in the center of town.
Alas, you had long walked past all the traditional Christmasy spots and are now wandering further and further away from town, around the outskirts of town where fewer people tread at this time of night.
a/n; a quick something i whipped up on christmas night, i hope everyone had a wonderful day <3
“Sunarin, where on earth are you taking us?”
“Patience. We’re almost there.”
“You said that thirty minutes ago.”
“Details, (y/n). Details.” Suna tosses a smirk over his shoulder and tugs you closer to his side as you huff at him, acknowledging the impatience on your face.
This wasn’t what you were expecting when he showed up at your door at ten in the evening. All he’d told you was that you needed to wrap up warm, and from there, the two of you had made your way to the city center, walking along the brightly lit streets towards a completely unknown location. It’s a Friday night— the night of Christmas Eve— so you’d thought that he wanted to take you out to see the Christmas market or perhaps gaze at the stunningly decorated Christmas tree that stood proudly in the center of town.
Alas, you had long walked past all the traditional Christmasy spots and are now wandering further and further away from town, around the outskirts of town where fewer people tread at this time of night.
You press closer to Suna.
“Cold?”
“More like creeped out,” you shudder, apprehensively looking around the empty streets. “How did you even find out about this place?”
Suna shrugs at your question before hooking an arm around your waist. The proximity feels reassuring, the warmth radiating off his body helping to quell part of your fears. “I wander a lot,” he says simply. “City’s pretty at night.”
“You’re like a cat,” you muse, prompting Suna to huff out a curt laugh.
Still, you can’t help but find that his words ring true. Because even though the streets are mostly desolate, you can’t deny that beneath the initial eeriness of the outskirts lies an understated beauty that becomes more apparent the further you walk.
You enjoy how the empty streets rest in silence, save for the sound of yours and Suna’s steady footsteps against the damp pavement. The obsidian sky looks particularly picturesque aswell, especially the more you distance yourself from the central parts of town, giving way to stars that peak out behind misty clouds like timid fireflies. Even the water in the potholes catch your eye, remnants of yesterday’s snowfall shimmering under the streetlamps’ amber hue.
You’d marvel at the scenery for longer if it weren’t for the pressing question of where you were headed. You’re certain you’ve been walking for close to an hour now, and the lack of shops, bars, restaurants and overall social buzz make you question what else there possibly is to see.
“You sure you know where you’re going, mister alley cat? Seems very deserted here…”
Suna glances at you before making a sharp right, leading you down yet another street you’ve never set foot on. He really does live up to his nickname. Navigating the city with confident steps, slinking through streets and alleys like he’s done this countless times before.
“That’s the point,” he says. “Don’t you worry, it’ll be worth it. Plus we’re almost there.”
You squint at him.
“For real, this time.”
His footsteps slow as he reaches a tall building, pushing the door open and stopping at the base of a staircase. You give him a skeptical look, not exactly liking the look of the run-down, and from the looks of it abandoned building. Suna’s quick to pick up on your apprehension and laces his hand with yours, giving it a firm squeeze.
Trust me, the gesture says.
With a gentle tug, he induces you up the stairs, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to assure you’re okay. The iron stairs creak under your feet as you make your way up. A mix of nerves and excitement bubble in your chest. The climb takes a while, but eventually Suna comes to a halt once you reach the top of the staircase, behind another iron door which you can only imagine leads to the roof of the building. “Alright,” he starts, eyes glinting playfully. “Close your eyes.”
You raise an eyebrow in question, then do as he says. All of a sudden it’s as though your senses have been heightened. The ground is solid under your feet as Suna pushes the door open and pulls you outside. There’s a faint scent of rain in the air, the breeze is crisper and Suna’s hands are warm against your own, his hold delicate as he guides you onwards with a slow pace.
You stop after just a few steps, almost bumping into Suna from the abrupt pause. He chuckles and softly pecks your forehead.
“We’re here,” he murmurs, his voice light. “You can open your eyes.”
“Okay,” you say tentatively. You feel almost giddy at what you’re about to lay eyes on. You’re positive it involves the view, given your current location, but that doesn’t stop you from drawing in a breath the moment you lift your eyelids.
Below you is a constellation of lights, every flashing shop sign, every passing car reminiscent of stars glimmering against a velvety black sky. The cityscape looks like a nebula made up of the warmest yellows infused with the coolest shades of blue. Never have you seen the city look so mesmerising.
“Wow,” you breath, enamoured by the abondance of colours. It’s crazy to think that each light you see down there is another person living their own life, with their own personality, own job, own routine…
And on top of an abandoned building stand two more people, watching everything unravel, completely unbeknownst to the world.
“Like it?” Asks Suna, reeling you from your daze. You glance at him. His body is turned towards the city, pale green irises reflecting the sea of lights below, unguarded and seemingly just as fascinated by the thousands of stars beneath you. You’re tempted to reach out at him, to trace the contours of his moonlit face, to feel the softness of his chestnut hair which appears almost silver beneath the moon’s glow.
Your breath hitches once again when he turns to look at you, snatching the remaining breath from your throat.
“Alley cat got your tongue?”
You shake your head as he cocks an eyebrow at you, amusement playing on his features. Judging by the look on his face, it’s safe to assume he’d noticed you staring, thus you don’t even try to play it off. That kind of act never works around Suna anyway.
“It’s beautiful,” you say, ignoring how Suna smirks at your statement. You’re forced to add: “the view, I mean.”
“Told you,” he replies, sounding almost proud. “It’s the second nicest view in Japan.” He adds.
“Oh?” Curious, you tilt your head at Suna. “What’s the first?”
For a moment you’re left unanswered, silence hanging in the air as you maintain eye contact with the man before you. He doesn’t say a word, which confuses you slightly. He simply regards you, eyes just a tad more tender than usual.
That’s when it hits you.
Heat rises to your cheeks, and just when you hoped the darkness would be enough to conceal your blush, Suna lets out a roguish laugh. “Took you long enough.”
“That was so cheesy,” You chide, your voice on the verge of laughter despite your initial embarassement. Another chuckle rumbles in Suna’s chest as he soaks in your flustered appearance. Then, as the rosiness of your cheeks begins to die down, Suna speaks up again.
“Mind if I get cheesier?” He asks.
The oddness of his question leaves you skeptical, but before you can ask what he means, Suna steps forward and surprises you by resting a hand across your cheek. Immediately, you feel your heart rate pick up, and like second nature you feel your eyes begin to drift shut, already craving more of his touch. Your silence is all he needs to hear in order to inch closer to your face, hooking a finger beneath your chin.
“Merry Christmas, (y/n).”
He presses his lips to yours, and around you, the world spins.
