“how are you still single?”

for some reason, that’s the first thing that came into your mind to ask him when the both of you were dining out with your closest friends one fine evening.

blame it on the bit of alcohol that’s in your system, you’re tipsy and it made you become more straightforward than usual.

“i don’t get it,”

you mutter to yourself while suna rintarou lets his eyes stay on your face to look at your amusing expressions.

“you’re very boyfriend material. so why is it that you don’t have anyone you’re romantically involved with?”

as you mindlessly list down the good qualities you have seen in him in the many months of being his close friend, suna rubs his chin as he hums, thinking about his answer carefully. your stare went to his lips, unconsciously biting your bottom one and gulping. you’re feeling a bit thirsty.

“must be because the girl i like is quite oblivious about my affections for her.”

with widened eyes and a startled gasp, you egged him to carry on. you had no idea he was harbouring feelings for someone (which was ridiculous because you thought you were his friend and friends say these kind of things to each other right?).

so what if you were also eager to know who it was because you needed to find out who stole the heart of suna whom you’ve liked way before he had met you? you certainly wouldn’t pose any harm on the person. at the very least, you’d compare yourself to them every waking moment, throwing them secret glares whenever you have the chance to see them.

the man you were with chuckled softly and changed his position so his body would be facing you. he gives you yet another one of his intense gaze partnered with that lazy grin you’d come to love and made your breathing hitch.

“you would think she’d find it out quickly considering we’re close but i guess that’s just wishful thinking on my part.”

blinking several times, you had to process every word that he had just said as he was awaiting for your reply. he watches you open and close your mouth like a fish out of the water and controlled himself not to just pull you into him and make out with you,your friends be damned (he reasoned it was because he was slightly drunk that he was acting on impulse and having these thoughts)

you resisted the urge to scream and do something embarasssing in front of not only the guy you like but also in front of your friends and peers.

fanning yourself and breaking eye contact with him, you looked at your surroundings to see if anyone else was listening in on your conversation yet found no one. fortunately they were all too busy with partying.

you then stared back at him and dumbly pointed at yourself.

“are you talking about me?”

“hmmm…guess.”

you’re flushed, lightly intoxicated and it’s getting difficult for you to hide exactly how much you like this man in front of you. you never were much of a planner anyways, you’re more of a go with the flow kind of person.

“so umm i like you a lot, did you know that?”

he simply gives you a smile and leaned closer to you, cupping the back of your head and caressing your cheek adoringly.

“don’t you think it’s about time we both get romantically involved with someone?”

you could smell the cologne you’ve bought for him last time when he came closer.

suna could see you wearing the earrings he’d given you yesterday upon closer inspection.

you both admired each other as you sat completely still, afraid that whatever was happening right now is just some elaborate scam you’re mind conjured up. everything is unfolding so fast you can’t wrap your head around it.

the moment suna leaned more in your direction though with his nose brushing against yours, you forget all worries about the proper way this should’ve gone and cracked a toothy smile for him to see.

“we should do this whole confession thing again properly tomorrow.”

“whatever you want, (y/n).”

the last thing you saw before closing your eyes and feeling his lips work with yours was suna fondly gazing at you as if he had waited for this moment for a long time.

(you wouldn’t know until much later on that suna rintarou had been crushing on you longer than you have been crushing on him)

i wrote this quickly while i was sleep deprived haha

a loving feeling

pairing: suna rintaro x reader

warnings: bad writing, cheating, angst, both y/n and rin aren’t that good of people in this :(

a/n:in my angsty era again </3 reposting bc my tags weren’t working. anways this was inspired by (you guessed it) another mitski song! a loving feeling by mitski.

what do you do with a loving feeling?

or more importantly, what do you do with a loving feeling that comes from suna rintaro? 

nowadays, you tend to ask yourself that question more often — if not everyday. it’s not as if you’re not used to feeling loved, you are, but almost all the time it’s platonic. and you’re starting to think that’s the problem. 

because you know you’re never gonna get used to this sight in front of you.

for everyone else around you, the sight may be a pleasant, endearing, and might even put a smile to elderly couples’ faces as they reminisce about their own youthful days. but to you, it just leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. 

because in front of you is suna rintaro with the girl he’s in love with. staring into her eyes deeply as she does the same to him, hand in hand and nuzzling their noses. that girl isn’t you. and that’s the problem. 

and although it shouldn’t be a problem for you, since you said it was okay for him to pursue her, it is, because here you are at his and her engagement party, with a gift in your hand and a (fake) smile on your face for the ‘newest fiancés in town.’ 

it’s pitiful, really.

you should be happy for him. after all, he’s with the girl he loves so deeply, even if that girl isn’t you. you promised him that you’d eventually find your own happiness even if that means she wouldn’t be the root of it anymore. (if anything, he’s probably caused you more heart aches than happiness). besides, the relationship between the two of you (as rintaro would say even though you know it wasn’t true) was platonic. but shouldn’t your feelings be taken seriously as well?

honestly. suna rintaro is quite bold, considering the fact that he willingly invited you to his engagement party. you figured he might just be some sort of sadist. but does that make you a masochist for actually attending it?

for starters, you and rintaro have been in a, well — situationship. it started 6 months ago when him and his girlfriend (now fiance) got into a huge fight. it’s not like you were strangers before that, in fact, you both were childhood friends who stuck with each other through thick and thin.

the only problem with that was you were so stupidly in love with him, and you have been ever since you were kids. the second the argument went down, you were the first person he told and one thing led to another.

now of course, you couldn’t blame rintaro for only making the love you had for him ten times stronger once the situationship started, he was in the wrong for initiating the idea, but you were more wrong for going with it knowing that the feelings you had for him would only grow.

and recently, you noticed him acting strange. ignoring your calls, texting back extremely late, and — inviting you to hisengagement party?

you honestly just needed closure. if he wanted what the two of you had to end, then all he had to do was say so. it wasn’t fair that you had to find out he felt that way through an invitation from the mail. 

which is why you impulsively walk to the 6′3 man stating, “we need to talk.” 

rintaro’s previous smiling face is completely wiped off, visibly paling with each passing second when he sees the complete seriousness in your face.

his fiancé doesn’t notice, too enraptured by a conversation she’s having with one of her friends. you’re so used to receiving such cold treatment from rintaro in public that you don’t even flinch at his reaction. you knew that rintaro only showed his love for you in private.

whatever the case is, rintaro still decides to follow you.

“hey,” he swallows harshly, trying his best to maintain a neutral, “you wanted to talk?”

it gives you whiplash — the suna rintaro you know, the one you fell in love with, the down-to-earth and always calm rintaro is here standing in front of you like he’s a stranger. nothing about his facial expression currently says calm or down-to-earth. 

“i just want closure, rintaro. i promise i’m not trying to ruin your relationship or whatever you think i’m plotting right now.” 

his brows raise, as if what you’re saying makes no sense whatsoever, “what makes you think that?”

“that look on your face,” you scoff playfully, crossing your arms together “god, you’re looking at me like i’m some crazy ex. it’s just me, remember?” 

he stares at you for a few seconds, mouth opening as if he’s about to argue but then closes his mouth with a sigh. at the gesture, you let out a laugh and suna could only do the same. 

“so i’m guessing this is over?”

“i’m really sorry,” he says sheepishly, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. 

“don’t be,” grinning, (or rather, forcing one,) you hand him the gift bag you brought before taking a deep breath, “don’t cheat on her anymore, rintaro.” 

he takes the bag, nodding his head once again before smiling, “i won’t.” 

for months you’ve always wondered what you should’ve done with the loving feelings suna rintaro has given you. but in all honesty, you’re only starting to think that you should’ve thrown that loving feeling away from the start. 

<.

Baby’s first vaccine

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!

Characters: timeskip! Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintaro, Kuroo Tetsuro

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.

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pairing: suna rintaro x gn!reader

wc: 3k (???)

tags: fluff, idiots to lovers, accidental confession-ish?, manager!reader

summary: who the hell was Mitsuhashi and what did he want with you??

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Oi, Suna.”

Suna groans.

Maybe he only had himself to blame. His morning had gone by suspiciously well – he woke up twenty minutes before his alarm was set to go off, which meant he had time to eat a hard-boiled egg before his run, which gave him enough energy to run an extra mile and a half. There was a complete breakfast spread on the table as soon as he finished getting ready for the day, and he left his house feeling satiated and productive.

So was it unreasonable for Suna to believe he was actually gonna have a good day? He’d like to think not.

But the heavy arm choking his neck, attached to a bottle blonde with a sleazy smirk tells him that really, he should have known better than to let his guard down so early.

Maybe if he ignored Atsumu he would go away… ?

“Dude, did ya hear about Mitsuhashi-kun?”

Suna sighs, hands itching to reach for the peace that was quickly slipping through his fingers like sand.

“What are you talking about?” Suna asks, side-stepping as he attempts to shrug himself out of Atsumu’s grip, but that only makes him pull Suna even closer.

“WELL! You’re in for a treat, because I heard that he was gonna –”

“Yo, Suna.”

Suna lets out an oof as yet another weighted arm is thrown around his shoulders, and suddenly he finds himself the meat between a Miya sandwich.

“Hey, man, did ya hear what’s going on with Mitsuhashi?”

Suna’s curiosity would have been officially piqued, but alas he was too disgruntled by the two disgustingly sweaty pits that were now sticking on both sides of his shoulder. It may be the summer, but really, is it normal for them to be this moist? The air around Suna felt humid, and he fought the immediate urge to gag.

“Buzz off, Samu, I was about to tell him,” Atsumu practically yelled from beside Suna’s ear, leaving behind a ringing as he reached in front of Suna to shove his brother’s arm.

“Don’t touch me, pig, you’re too slow, as usual,” Osamu retaliates, and Suna frowns as he’s stuck jostling between the two demons sent to ruin his day.

“What did you say?!”

“I said, you’re a slow pig—“

“Alright,” Suna forcefully extends his arms out, shoving his palms against the twins’ ribs and sending them flying sideways, “As fun as that wasn’t, I think I’ve had just about enough of you two for the day.”

Suna walks away just as the twins are regaining their balance, leaving them behind to blubber incoherently.

“Hey, wait —“

“No, Suna—“

“I said I was done for the day,” Suna doesn’t bother to spare them a glance, waving a hand above his head as he walks through the school gates.

Naively, Suna thought that was the end of it. And it was, for a brief moment of time. He arrived at his classroom and took his seat without incident, and his classes went on as they usually did. The group he had been assigned to during Science all actually did their work, and he got a much better score on his English exam than he realized.

He nearly forgot about his morning incident with the dynamic duo — that is, until lunch time.

“Hey, Suna!”

He looks up from his desk at his classmate calling his name from the door.

“Where’s y/n?”

Suna’s head immediately turns to your seat from across the classroom, eyes narrowing when he finds it empty.

Odd. He definitely saw you there earlier. You were making faces at him during Math, and you didn’t want to show him your score on that English test (that’s how he knows you failed).

Lunch had started seven minutes ago. On a regular day, you’d have dragged him out of his seat by now. It was Monday, and they were serving your favorite lunch— you’d probably make him run so you could beat the lines. The weather was nice, so he was thinking you’d try to convince him to eat out in the courtyard. He would have fought you on it, but honestly, he wanted to enjoy the sun too.

Yet today, your seat was empty. And if he wasn’t having a bad day before, then he was definitely having one now.

“No idea,” he answers gruffly, leaning back in his seat and turning his attention down to his phone.

“Sorry, Mitsuhashi, y/n’s not here.

Suna’s headphones were halfway into his ears, freezing when he heard that name. Mitsuhashi? Suna only knows him in passing – the captain of the basketball team… or was it soccer? Something that involved a lot of running. Suna’s interactions with him mainly involved fighting over club spots during school festivals, but he was… nice enough.

So what was he doing here, and what the hell did he want with you? Is he the reason you were nowhere to be found?

Wait… weren’t the idiots trying to tell him something about Mitsuhashi this morning? Damn, what was it? For the first time in his life, he finds himself thinking that maybe he should have listened to Atsumu.

Suna shudders at the thought. How could he let himself slip like this.

He quickly stands, the legs of his chair screeching loudly against the floor, and he figures it couldn’t hurt to just ask Mitsuhashi himself.

But when Suna gets to the classroom door, the boy in question was gone. Suna sticks his head out past the door frame, turning side to side, but he was faced with nothing but an empty hallway.

Hm. He runs faster than Suna thought.

And Suna never got the chance to ask what was going on – not Mitsuhashi, not the Miyas, and not even you. He had walked the entirety of the Inarizaki campus during his lunch break, even had time to stop by the cafeteria for a yakisoba pan, yet he couldn’t find anyone he was looking for.

It was strange. By this time, Suna would normally be fighting the three of you off with a stick – Atsumu arguing that he’s known Suna the longest, you retaliating that you were Suna’s favorite (true, but Suna would rather kiss Atsumu’s ass than admit that), and Osamu joining in with nonsense just for the sake of arguing.

The cacophony of voices usually made his ears want to bleed, but today the absence of it felt like a premonition, and it sent shivers all the way down his spine.

You were back in your seat when he returned to class, but he was five minutes late, the teacher was already giving him dirty looks, and you hadn’t even bothered to look up from your textbook.

He sat back down at his desk without another word.

The rest of his day went on seemingly normal, except it wasn’t.

He was able to get through his History class without any distractions — his notes impeccable and concise. But that was the problem. His phone sat silent in his blazer’s pocket, not having buzzed even once. Why haven’t you texted him all day? Where was the stupid cat meme that you seem to have an endless supply of, and were apparently determined to send him every single one in your arsenal? He’s told you to quit texting him during class a million times, but you’ve never listened to him before.

And then it was time to switch classrooms for Japanese. In this class, you actually sat next to him, and he was waiting for it. Waiting for the inevitable slip of paper you slid on his desk every day without fail, with your messy writing and a hastily scribbled smiley face — but it never came.

He always said it was annoying — juvenile to pass notes in class. Stop wasting his time, he’s not there to fail.

So he should be relieved, then. You’ve left him alone, like he’s always begged you to do.

But Suna Rintaro was upset. He could feel his blood simmering, bringing forth a rising heat beneath his eyes.

The thought of initiating contact briefly crossed Suna’s mind, and he nearly ripped a piece of paper out of his notebook, but he stopped. Because why should he? Wasn’t that your thing? Weren’t you the one incessantly pursuing Suna, outlandishly proclaiming your love or whatever? Didn’t you say you were gonna do whatever it took to get him to fall for you? Butting into his life like you’ve always belonged there, digging your heels in no matter how hard Suna pushed?

What, were you giving up on him all of a sudden?

Whatever. Suna didn’t care — he should be glad. He’s told you he wasn’t interested a million times, so maybe you finally got the hint. Maybe today was the new normal for him now — peaceful, and quiet, and not a single word from you. Great. Good. Fine.

Then classes ended, and you didn’t stop and wait to walk with him to practice, and he was upset. But his feet were definitely not stomping on the ground as he made his way to the locker rooms, and the deep frown on his face couldn’t possibly be the reason why everyone seemed to jump out of his way.

He takes a deep breath. Maybe he’s being irrational. Maybe coach asked you to come early to set up the nets. There was a possibility you might have just been having a bad day. You’d tell him about it eventually, right?

Suna’s thoughts were jumping back and forth as he exited the locker rooms, his mini melt down interrupted when he crashes.

“Ow, what the… don’t just stand there you idiots —“

“Shhh, Suna, shut the fuck up!”

Atsumu whisper-shouts as he grabs Suna’s collar and yanks him down, forcing Suna to crouch down low. Osamu’s head was peeking just around the corner of the building, and Atsumu quickly peeks over his brothers shoulder, turning back to Atsumu with a mischievous smile

“Be quiet, or they’ll see us,” Osamu mumbles, shooting an elbow back directly into Atsumu’s cheek. Suna was mildly impressed when Atsumu doesn’t make a peep, but it was quickly dissolved when he began to feel a cramp in his knees.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Suna whispers, though he has no idea why is he made to be quiet.

“Mitsuhashi-kun’s confessing to Y/N,” Atsumu answers without looking back, and Suna feels like he’s been dropped from the sky.

“Huh? He’s going to what?” Suna immediately stands, but Atsumu was quick to drag him back down.

“We tried to tell you, but you didn’t want to listen,” Osamu snaps, “So shut up, and watch.”

Suna wanted to reach out with both hands and grab a fistful of hair each and knock their heads together so hard their noses started to bleed.

But not as much as he wanted to see what happens next.

So he bites his tongue, and he crouches down, and he sees Mitsuhashi standing red-faced, sweat dripping down his forehead as he shifted his weight between his feet. You stood in front of him with your hands behind your back, looking down at your shoes.

“So what I mean is…” Suna can vaguely hear the nasally, whiny voice of Mitsuhashi drone on, and it sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

“Please go out with me!”

Mitsuhashi bows deeply. You blink at him with your mouth dropped. In front of him, Osamu and Atsumu laugh

“Well, at least he’s got the balls,” Atsumu mutters, and Suna ignores the side eye in anticipation of what you would say next.

It was silent for a minute, or for eternity? Suna couldn’t tell, it felt the same to him. You shuffled your feet for a moment, and Mitsuhashi stayed parallel to the floor, eyes clenched as he waited for your response.

“I— uhh… I’m sorry, but… I can’t.”

Suna lets out a sigh of relief.

Mitsuhashi shoots up like a bolt of lightning, distressed as he takes a step forward.

“Huh? But why?”

“I just can’t,” you answer as you step back, but Mitsuhashi looked desperate.

“Is it because you have a boyfriend or something?”

“No, I don’t have a boyfriend, but —“

“Then why can’t you —“

Suna doesn’t know when he started walking, nor did he realize the twins were hot in his heels. But before he realized it, the three of them stood between you and Mitsuhashi, the poor basketball-or-soccer captain unable to do anything but stare up at the towering athletes.

“We’re going to be late for practice.”

Suna said nothing else. He simply wraps a hand around wrist, and drags you to the gym. The twins stayed behind for reasons Suna could only guess, but he refused to let go until you were sitting on the bench beside the net.

“You okay?” He asks softly. You stare up at him wide-eyed, nodding your head slowly.

“Suna, I —“

“Okay! Get in position for some passing drills! Let’s go!”

You looked frustrated when Suna turned to run on the court, but Suna couldn’t be more grateful for a reason to get away.

It was nearly impossible for him to focus now, and it was painfully obvious. His spikes were flying out of bounds, his serves were barely making it over the net, and he crashed into Ginjima twice.

What could he possibly have said to you?

There was a multitude of emotions swirling in his rib cage, some he could name, and some he never knew existed.

He felt frustrated, blindsided by the fact that apparently everyone knew this was happening but him. But what would he have done if he knew? Would he have tried to stop it, tell Mitsuhashi to stick it somewhere else? Then that would mean he —

Alright, and there is a small (read: big) part of him that felt almost too pleased at your rejection. Though it was at the price of someone else’s misfortune, Suna felt guilty at the fact that he really didn’t care. You rejected him.

But there was something else that was bothering, something that gnawed away at him like a rat, desperately fighting to escape from a burning bucket.

It devoured his thoughts throughout the entirety of practice, the hours practically just waving past him as they floated by. He almost didn’t hear his coach screaming in his ear about his “lack of concentration” and if he wasn’t better tomorrow, he was “skipping the next three practice games”.

Honestly, that felt like the least of Suna’s problems.

You looked surprised when you saw Suna waiting for you outside of the locker rooms. Though, he’s not sure why. You make him walk him with you everyday, don’t you? This wasn’t brand new.

What was brand new, though, was the silence that hung in the air as you walked awkwardly behind him.

And it really irritates him, it really really does, because you both know that your place was to walk beside him.

“Why’d you tell him that?” Suna finally speaks, his voice cutting into the tension like a hot knife through butter.

“Huh? Tell who what?” You sounded so small, it made Suna stop in his tracks. He turns around when he notices you’ve stopped too, and he nods his head sharply, motioning for you to move forward.

He waits until you’ve caught up to him to reply.

“Mitsuhashi. Why’d you tell him that?”

“What are you talking about,” You sounded confused, “I rejected him—“

“Why did you say you didn’t have a boyfriend?”

Suna crosses his arms, and straightens his back. He fights the amusement threatening to spill through the corners of his lips as he watches you gape at him incredulously.

“Because… I don’t have one?” Your reply was unsure, as if worried your toes might have been caught in a trap.

“What, I thought you liked me? Weren’t you the one that confessed during the open ceremony, and swore that I would become your boyfriend, and we would—“

Suna couldn’t continue his sentence, too busy trying to dodge the fists that were flying at his face. Your face was red, contorted in a mix of anger and embarrassment, and Suna couldn’t think of anything cuter.

The distraction was a hefty price to pay, because you managed to land a heavy blow on Suna’s gut, and he groans as he doubles over.

“I do like you, you fucking asshole,” you continue to pummel at his shoulders, and he covers his snickers with a cough, “And you know that, so why play dumb! You don’t need to mess with me.”

You started kicking at his shins now, practically pummeling Suna down his neighborhood.

“I’ve liked you since the first day I walked into this school, and I still like you know, but I can like for as much and as long as I want, it doesn’t matter if you don’t like me back.”

You still threw your fists at his chest, but Suna stills when he sees the teardrops that began to fall down your cheeks.

“And if you don’t like me back, then I can’t call you my boyfriend—“

“Are you dumb? I do like you.”

Your fists freeze against his chest, standing stiff and staring at him dumbfounded. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, blinking rapidly as your lips twist into a scowl. You lay your palms flat against Suna’s chest, and shove him away from you.

“Don’t mess with me like that, Suna. It’s really not funny this time —“

Suna reaches forward and grabs your wrist, tugging you hard until your chest nearly bumps with his.

“I’m not joking, y/n. You really think I would about this?”

Suna couldn’t explain it, couldn’t understand what felt so wrong about everything until this moment.

“I like you,” Suna says again, and he slides his hand down from your wrist to interlock your fingers.

“So the next time someone confess to you, tell them you have a boyfriend. Okay?”

There might as well have been fireworks in the sky, with the way you grinned at him.

“Okay.”

おやすみなさい

Ive yet to finish this batch waitlist and Im trying to stay productive as much as I can(҂ `з´ )ᕗ

“their s/o paints their nails”

bokuto x reader, suna x reader, kyotani x reader

tbh i think all the characters would let their s/o paint their nails :)

bokuto

• he was waiting for you to ask him first bc he was too scared to ask himself
• but when you do he’s ecstatic, his eyes are practically glowing at the different options
• he’s probably want you to paint his nails the fukurodani colours and you happily agree
• “kou~ hold still or ill get it all over your fingers!”
• bokuto tries his best to be patient while you paint, doing his best not to squirm and mess you up
• also, he really enjoys that you two are able to just have this quality time to do something a little bit silly
• call him pretty after painting his nails and watch how he blushes

suna

• never really wanted to get his nails painted but at the end of the day he wasn’t opposed to the idea
• “hey rin, do you mind if i paint your nails?” he looks at you with a neutral expression, seeing how excited the thought made you he shrugged. “have at it.”
• he sits so still for you, heck he almost falls asleep during the process
• you wanted to be all cute so you matched his nails with your own, (while his nails were all black expect for his pinky which was pink yours were pink except for your pinky which was black… if ykyk)
• suna manages to take so many pictures: before, during and even after
• his favourite this is of you, pairing his thumb with your tongue sticking out in concentration

kyotani

• he would paint his nails on his own and honestly enjoys having polish on his nails even if he only wears black
• so when you ask him if he’d let you of course he’d say yes!
• he gives you soft looks during the whole thing and if anyone from the team were to see him being so smiley he’d die
• if it’s you painting his nails he doesn’t really care the colour, but would prefer something on the darker side yknow to match his whole aesthetic.
• kiss his knuckles when your done and he’ll have melted in your hands
• as he’s waiting for them to dry he’ll hug you as like a ‘thank you’ but he’d stand in a way that puts him at a perfect height to massage his head