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
you two stepped into the cramped train, coming from the airport after a very long flight. though you both opted to take a taxi, the queue for the taxi was way worse than the waiting time for the cramped train.
“i‘m tired.” you mumble to your boyfriend, looking up at him with your eyes attempting to blink the sleep away.
“me too angel.” he whispers, bending down as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
with suna‘s right hand, he holds the luggage you both brought. it‘s a large black suitcase, and his back pack is on top of it, he holds it very securely. meanwhile his left is laid at the small of your back, kept there to hold you close, and to fend off predators.
“i feel like i can sleep standing up.” you say with a chuckle, but it‘s not a joke. with the fatigue from the long flight, the cramped train, and jet lag: you do believe you can sleep like this.
“that sucks.” suna mumbles, as though he doesn‘t care. but his eyes are already looking around the train for free seats, or seats that will be freed with the next stop. “we‘re going to be here for another hour or so,”
“i know.” you mumble into his chest, filling your senses with his smell, rather than the smell of the train that‘s making you feel worse. “just wanna sleep.” you add further.
suna looks at you, his hand moving to the back of your head, running his fingers through your scalp and softly caressing you. his lips then press another kiss to your forehead.
“you can lean on me and sleep, i‘ll hold you.” he whispers to you, his hands moving back to the small of your back. his hand pats your skin softly, lulling you to sleep.
“but you‘re tired too,” you softly say into his chest, worried for him. but he simply shakes his head and presses one more kiss, but this time to your temple.
“it‘s okay, i can sleep at home.” he assures you, his hands moving up and down your back for comfort. usually, you‘d protest more, but due to your fatigue, you simply nod.
suna watches you softly, smiling to himself before he presses one last kiss to your forehead. he himself might be tired, but he would rather be standing there sleepy and looking out for you, rather than to let you stand there tired with him.
because he, no matter what happens, suna rintaro promises he will always look after you.
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.
“i can’t believe i let you convince my parents and yours that this was a good idea,” drawled suna, surveying your room with a bored look. “i still don’t understand why they agreed. we’re not ten anymore. we’ve got hormones and shit. what if i suddenly find you so sexy i can’t control myself?”
“i’d kick you in the balls and throw you out onto the street,” you grinned, taking the opportunity to throw one of the many cushions you owned towards him. he caught it deftly, a definite negative of being best friends with an athlete. it was rare that you could hit them with surprise flying projectiles. “anyway, they trust you, and have good reason to. you would never hurt me.”
that final statement was said with confidence. there was no reason for you to doubt that statement. in all the years you had known each other, suna had never done anything to hurt you. he was certainly the cause behind most of your feelings of annoyance, and would not hesitate to embarrass you by treating everyone to a photo you hoped would never see the light of day, but he would never hurt you.
suna gave a nod, finally doing what you had been waiting for him to do since you lead him upstairs. he threw himself down on your bed, tucked one arm behind his head and draped the other one across his stomach.
“you need me, i’ll be here,” he announced, letting his eyes shut.
“fucking typical,” you muttered, giving him a hard push that sent him teetering on the edge of the bed. “you are not here to sleep. you are here so we can eat rubbish, watch films and talk shit about people. i already know how much material you’ve got locked up in that phone of yours and i want you to show it to me.”
“don’t shove me again, and you’ve got a deal,” suna decided, letting himself drop gracefully to the floor. he stood, turning to face you and sticking out a hand.
agreeing on what food to order was not so easily resolved. you bickered back and forth for almost an hour before you threw down your phone with a huff. instead of communicating with suna about what you were doing, you walked out of your bedroom, stomped down the stairs and into the kitchen. grumbling angrily to yourself, you yanked the frozen pizzas from the freezer, jumping to avoid a tub of ice cream that had come flying out in response. pots, pans and trays clattered as you rifled through the drawers looking for the pizza trays. suna watched all this with an amused smirk: one, because he had already ordered food (and it had been your original choice), and two, because he was currently documenting this moment on his phone.
turning to face him, you spat out, “at least be helpful and taking the fucking pizza from the box.”
your eyes narrowed when he walked forward and carried out your request with zero protests. it was suspicious. he was never one to quietly obey.
“what did you do?” you questioned, edging closer to where he had propped up his phone. it was placed at the perfect angle to film the whole thing, a fact that did not escape you. “you… you ordered a takeaway, didn’t you?”
his grin widened as he nodded in confirmation and it took all your will power not to close the distance between you and punch him. drawing in a deep breath, you forced yourself to give him a polite, fake smile. your words and tone of voice were far from polite, however, as you commanded, “put the pizza in the fucking oven, dick.”
suna had the good sense to listen to you, but only after he had ensured the video was saved on his phone and his phone was out of your reach.
as luck would have it, the amount of food you ended up with was consumed between you two easily over the course of the night. it kept you sustained during the hours you spent talking, ensured that no stomach grumbles could interrupt the films you were watching.
you fell asleep to the sound of explosions and laughter (a weird combination for any movie, but this movie had been the compromise between the two genres you had been torn between), and suna’s occasional murmur as he commented on something happening on screen.
it was some time later when you felt a blanket being tucked around you, a hand smoothing back your hair and the gentle press of lips to your forehead.
“good night, ugly,” mumbled suna sleepily.
you felt the mattress shift beneath you before you were pulled back into sleep once more.
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.
pairing:Suna Rintarou x gn!reader genre: fluff ; comfort warnings: none betas:unbeta’d a/n: this is a repost wc:1k
Even with clear directions from your best friend, he still has some difficulties with finding you. Most probably because it’s dark already, and you’re somewhere in the middle of a park. It’s not far from your apartment, but Suna still thinks he might have beaten his own record in getting there.
His steps lead him towards the swings you two loved spending your time at during high school years, but you’re not there. Not on the swings, not on the slide, not even on one of the benches inside the fenced playground. Luckily it’s silent, the rather chilly weather effectively discourages people from leaving their warm four walls.
Luckily it’s silent, because he can hear the lively chatter of your friends and walks where he’s sure the source is. Suna finds the group a few steps away from the main alley, under a huge tree, and greets them before coming closer to make himself known.
“Thanks for the call,” he nods with hands buried in his pockets. “And for staying with them. I’ll take it from here.”
“You sure you don’t need help?”
The man glances at you curled up on a cold grass and then quickly looks around the friends surrounding you dressed in clothes that might have been appropriate for the afternoon, but much less for an evening like this.
“Yeah, I’m good. Get home before you catch a cold.”
There’s laughter in response right before the good-nights and good-lucks, and let-us-know-if-you-need-anythings, but Suna barely pays any attention to it. He focuses on you, eyes scanning for any sign of discomfort even though he knows it’s the only thing you feel at the moment.
He crouches down and brushes your hair away from your face.
“Hi baby, it’s me. Let me take you home, yeah?”
His voice is quiet and gentle, but still enough to make you aware of his presence; your eyes move towards him and you blink slowly—action he takes as an agreement.
One arm slides under your knees, another behind your back and under your arm, and then you’re being lifted from the cold ground. Your head instinctively leans on Suna’s shoulder; he’s so warm and you’re so tired, and it feels as if you could fall asleep right there and then.
Your boyfriend carries you back to your shared apartment, and suddenly you’re overflowed with guilt. He’s too good for you. Too kind, too loving, too supporting. It was supposed to be a fun night, both for you and him even if separately, but here you are, defeated by the feeling of impending doom. And here he is, dragged out of the comfort and into the dark, carrying your weight like it’s nothing.
Absorbed in your thoughts, you don’t notice when you reach the familiar door until the man asks if you can stand on your own for a second. I can try, you think so you nod, and your feet indeed touch the floor but a strong arm still supports and embraces you tight.
The lock clicks and the door opens; Suna gently nudges you inside and into the bathroom, where he sits you on a tiny stool always kept by the bathtub. The fixture is filled with warm water while the man removes your clothes and make-up, and helps you get inside.
He lets you soak for a moment and your thoughts untangle, before grabbing your favourite shampoo. His fingertips massage your scalp in slow linear motions, sending tingles to your still numb limbs. With each move you feel the darkness dissipate a little, making it easier to breathe in the steamy air.
The touch disappears for a second and comes again on the skin on your face—tiny circles blooming with foam—removing the leftovers of the outing. It tickles like soft feathers and it’s not difficult to imagine this is what it is, even if for now they’re only in black and white.
You can’t tell if it’s been a minute or an hour, or even a whole eternity, before the hands move to the rest of your body. They’re rubbing at your muscles and joints, easing the tension with each squeeze.
Suna sees the expression on your face change—from the one of a painful indifference into the relaxed softness, and he wouldn’t make you move if not for a risk of you dozing off in the tub. He rinses the soap from your skin and hair, and wraps you in a fluffy towel on your way out.
Again, you’re seated on the stool, only this time with Suna behind you. As gently as he can, he brushes your hair, watching your reflection in the mirror closely for any sign of pain. But even if you felt any, you wouldn’t dare to show it with how tenderly he’s taking care of you.
However, there’s so much love in his gestures, in his touches, in his irises, so much more than you think you deserve, that the tears pool under your lids. They flow down your cheeks but Suna doesn’t say anything—he knows not to say anything—and lifts you silently to move you to the bedroom, where he dresses you in your favourite pyjamas.
Suna Rintarou is not a man of words; he doesn’t know how to describe the feelings swarming in his heart, doesn’t know how to name them. But he doesn’t need to, because his actions speak louder than any words ever could; they tell you everything you need to know and more.
So, wrapped tightly in the arms of the man that you love and who loves you, breathing in the scent that means safety and peace, you hide your face in the crook of his neck. And your hands shyly embracing him back tell him everything he needs to know.
pairing:Suna Rintarou x gn!reader genre:fluff warnings: none betas:@lemonadencran thank you so much a/n: Fic is part of the Anilysium Confessions collab! You can find the masterlist here wc:1k
Movies are unrealistic, Suna Rintarou thinks; it has nothing to do with the movie currently being displayed on the screen though, even if there are superpowers involved (no matter how much he wishes to have those). As a grown man he knows they are a work of fiction and doesn’t question it, so no, it’s not about the superheroes.
It’s not about the horrors either—Suna doesn’t believe in monsters (the worst kind of monsters are people anyway), not in zombies, not in ghosts, not really in oni or youkai. The world is dark and evil as is, it doesn’t need anything supernatural to make it scary for many.
Actually, it doesn’t concern anything super-something, no, because those are obviously against the laws of nature, or physics, or whatever.
The biggest surprise (or maybe disappointment), he thinks, is the depiction of love. He’s been fed with images of grand feelings and even greater gestures—of departures and rushing to the airport, of dancing and kissing in the rain, of speeches and confessions at proms—but there’s nothing of the sort.
Sure, he has dated before, but none of his relationships lasted for long; they had always left saying he was too detached, heartless even. And back then he thought it was true—after all his only response was a shrug and a quiet “‘kay”—he was never heartbroken, never fell into despair, never felt the pang in his chest. Maybe I’m just incapable of loving, he thought.
But now, being 25 and having met so many different kinds of people, Suna realises it isn’t true. Because here he is sitting on your couch, with your feet in his lap, and he glances at you crying for the hundredth time at the aftermath of Thanos’ snap. He thinks you’re soft and kind—it’s not frustrating, despite the many times he’s teased you about being a cry-baby with a flick on your forehead.
Still looking at you, he wonders when exactly he started having feelings deeper than just friendship, but he doesn’t know. There’s never been a moment of a great enlightenment, of a realisation striking him like a lightning bolt. Which is why it took him so long; he can’t help but think of himself as a frog being boiled—on a gradually increased flame—which doesn’t notice the situation it’s in until it’s too late.
Even after all these years you’ve known each other, it’s still fun to be around you. It’s incredibly easy to agitate you but you always bark back. Your sense of humour is just as wicked as his, and you both love the disgusted faces of people around while you’re hiccuping from laughter. You never push him, yet he always ends up spilling his secrets and thoughts, and worries, and you always listen with just a hum of acknowledgement, only to point out a detail he’s been missing.
That’s why—it being a sole reason as he’s always claimed—you’ve been his priority. He’s always asked you first to accompany him to some event bringing the disapproval of his then-partners, cancelled who knows how many dates because you needed help (even if you didn’t ask him to), and insisted on your participation in “high school boys reunion nights.” Over the years it’s been happening more and more frequently, until it became as natural as breathing.
Suna has never felt his heart ache—not even when it comes to you—even though he has missed you. But you were always just a phone call away in these cases, which he has made use of, despite god knowing how much he hates doing that.
Once, he recalls, you named him a cat—to which he proudly responded with “a fox! Not a cat!” but he supposes you were right. He’s always needed a great deal of alone time to recharge, coming back when he craved human interaction—just like a cat—and you—like a cat person—don’t seem to mind. Paradoxically, this is what kept him craving it more; your welcoming smile shone brighter than the sun itself, and filled him with indescribable warmth.
His eyes drop to his hands resting on your calves; the conjunction of skin radiates so much heat that Suna feels it in his chest and on his cheeks. He likes it—the softness under his fingers—and how it blooms with goosebumps following their movement. It’s really tempting to keep drawing patterns that would go up to your thighs and—if he’s lucky—maybe even higher.
What wouldn’t he give to be the one allowed to caress you like this, to leave trails of those tiny bumps and then kiss it “better”. He wonders if your skin would leave the same taste on his tongue as your name—sweet and refreshing—though he’s quite sure it would be addictive. The olive eyes move up, following a mental path of his mouth, and stop at your lips. They’re so compelling, and he can barely stop himself from kissing them like a madman.
“Rin?”
Your voice brings him back to the here and now, stripped of any what-ifs, and your eyes are exactly on his. Suna hums.
“You’re staring at me.”
“Am I?” Play it cool, play it cool.
“Yeah, you are. What are you thinking about?”
Hecannot play it cool. Not when you look so amused and concerned, and so relaxed in his presence. Not when you’re splayed out on your couch in your dimly lit living room, with his hands on your calves. Not when you feel so warm and soft, and almost expectant.
He cannot play it cool, and he cannot bear your gaze. Suna lets his body fall behind yours—his face hidden in your hair and arm thrown over your waist. You tense.
“I think I love you.”
Your body relaxes with a long exhale, and then you laugh,
“Took you long enough, dumbass.”
Suna should feel insulted, maybe surprised that you’ve known, maybe disappointed that you’ve never acted on it. But he can’t, because you turn to face him and kiss him softly and tenderly, as if you’ve been waiting years to do this and you’re scared to shatter this moment. He kisses you back, just as softly and tenderly.
And no, your lips don’t leave the same taste as your name.
bestie suna who can’t help but call you the sweetest little pet names. he starts it off as a joke, but ends up having a small part of himself enjoy it, nearly as much as he enjoys the way you repress your smile every time he says them.
bestie suna who doesn’t talk much, only because he’s so scared of driving you away by saying the wrong thing. like anyone would ever know that though (apart from osamu who he’d accidentally ranted to when he was drunk).
bestie suna who always takes the best photos of you, candid or not. he takes them mostly without your knowledge, because the little sod is too embarrassed and shy to let you know he was admiring you as you laughed so much that he had to savour the moment in still form. he doesn’t intend it in a creepy way, although he does later chastise himself for it.
bestie suna who always links pinkies with you when you’re sat on the sofa together watching horror films. he wants you to know he’s there, but can’t come off like a simp, he could never be so alike the miya twins.
bestie suna who is touch starved and craves validation and attention deprived but would never outwardly ask for anything, no instead he masks it as attempting to annoy you, usually in the form of constantly saying your name and poking you.
bestie suna who always shows you stupid videos of the twins he took that day just to hear your laugh. he likes knowing he’s the cause of such angelic beauty.
bestie suna who doesn’t let anyone but you play with his hair. it’s a halfhearted attempt to show you just how much he trusts you.
bestie suna whose been trying to make it obvious that he likes you without ever having to admit to himself that his heart rate picks up when you smile or his chest cries out when you call his name.
no matter how far apart you two might be, suna always lets you know when you’re in his thoughts. although sometimes you wish he didn’t.
cw: phone sex, male masturbation, fem!reader, established relationships, not edited, suna misses his wife.
Rintaro knows he shouldn’t be doing this, however he doesn’t care in the slightest. Reaching over his bed and grabbing his phone - swiping up to punch in his password code which was your birthday, he unlocks his phone. His finger scrolling through his contacts until it comes to “Wifey.” He smirks to himself, as he admires the contact photo he had saved for you. It’s a picture of you sleeping, with drool dribbling down your chin - you’d kill him if you ever found that out, however he’s not worried about that right now.
Before he double clicks on your number to call, he stops. Taking in a deep breath, he wonders. Would you be angry at him for calling so late, were you asleep? He hated being away from home, so far across the sea from where his heart resides — mainly for the sole reason that he can’t be with you, waking up each morning with your body tangled in his. His chest rumbles as he lets out a deep sigh, he opts for sending a text message instead. ‘Hey.’ It read, if you replied, great — he’d call, if you didn’t? That’s fine too, he could relieve himself on his own.
pairing:Suna Rintarou x gn!reader genre: fluff ; comfort warnings: none betas:unbeta’d a/n: this is a repost wc:1k
Even with clear directions from your best friend, he still has some difficulties with finding you. Most probably because it’s dark already, and you’re somewhere in the middle of a park. It’s not far from your apartment, but Suna still thinks he might have beaten his own record in getting there.
His steps lead him towards the swings you two loved spending your time at during high school years, but you’re not there. Not on the swings, not on the slide, not even on one of the benches inside the fenced playground. Luckily it’s silent, the rather chilly weather effectively discourages people from leaving their warm four walls.
Luckily it’s silent, because he can hear the lively chatter of your friends and walks where he’s sure the source is. Suna finds the group a few steps away from the main alley, under a huge tree, and greets them before coming closer to make himself known.
“Thanks for the call,” he nods with hands buried in his pockets. “And for staying with them. I’ll take it from here.”
pairing:Suna Rintarou x gn!reader genre:fluff warnings: none betas:@lemonadencran thank you so much a/n: Fic is part of the Anilysium Confessions collab! You can find the masterlist here wc:1k
Movies are unrealistic, Suna Rintarou thinks; it has nothing to do with the movie currently being displayed on the screen though, even if there are superpowers involved (no matter how much he wishes to have those). As a grown man he knows they are a work of fiction and doesn’t question it, so no, it’s not about the superheroes.
It’s not about the horrors either—Suna doesn’t believe in monsters (the worst kind of monsters are people anyway), not in zombies, not in ghosts, not really in oni or youkai. The world is dark and evil as is, it doesn’t need anything supernatural to make it scary for many.
Actually, it doesn’t concern anything super-something, no, because those are obviously against the laws of nature, or physics, or whatever.
Summary: Guys take care of you when your first drug experience is not good.
Warning: Drugs, obviously.
You regret coming to this stupid party. You regret having agreed to smoke that joint with friends, not with your classmates because true friends would not leave you alone in your state.
You are scared because you felt hot, but not in the horny sense but the sick sense as if you had a fever. You didn’t know if it was normal. Nor if the headache was normal, although you weren’t sure if that was to the music or the joint.
The only thing that was clear to you was that you didn’t want to be alone. But you didn’t want to talk to a stranger so you scoured the house looking for a familiar face. Nothing.
You started thinking about calling Kita, surely you would earn a scolding from your senpai because he had warned you not to hang out with those girls but you didn’t care. You needed someone’s security.
“Y / n!” A voice called out to you and you instantly turned to meet Osamu.
“Osamu!” you screamed and threw yourself to hug him, surprising him “I don’t feel good”
“What’s wrong with you?” Suna asked making you aware of his presence.
“I smoked joint and now my head hurts” you looked at them both with watery eyes “I also think I have a fever”
You weren’t even finished speaking and Osamu had already placed a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. He frowned when he saw that you were right.
That simple gesture was enough for Suna to open Uber and ask for a car.
“We’re leaving in ten minutes” she announced.
You started crying. Not because you didn’t want to leave but because you ruined your friends’ night. Once they could relax and you showed up to screw it up.
“Sorry to ruin your night” you sobbed looking at the floor.
“What are you talking about? I only came because Atsumu forced me. Thanks to you I have an excuse to go” said Osamu.
“But…
"This party is disgusting. You’re doing us a favor” Suna interrupted “Now stop whining, silly” I wipe your tears. But every time he got rid of one, a new one appears.
“I’m sorry, I can’t stop crying” you admitted feeling embarrassed that they saw you this way. You probably looked pathetic with a red nose and watery eyes. Your sight is so clouded by tears that you could no longer see clearly the rest of the boys. They were surprised, they had never seen you like this before, you didn’t even cry so much when one of Riseki’s serves hit you on the head.
“Okay, Y / n,” said Osamu hugging you and instantly hid your face in his chest “Why don’t you tell us about the new anime you’re watching?” He asked while stroking your hair.
“I don’t want to, I just want hugs” you reached out to grab Suna’s jacket and bring him in for the hug.
Suna was going to run away until she saw the look Osamu gave her. He stayed even though he felt uncomfortable but then enjoyed the warmth of the three of them. And he felt even better when you stopped crying. In the end, he didn’t want to get away from you when you had to leave because the car had already arrived.
They ended up deciding to go to Osamu’s house. Your headache disappeared after trying the first bite of onigiri that Osamu made and while they ate Suna she showed them funny tik toks making you almost choke. When they got to the pole, Suna started talking about secrets and gossip about his classmates.
“I have a secret,” you said drawing the attention of both “I love you guys” you kissed the cheek of both.
“Y / n, you’re so corny, a thank you was enough,” said Suna with flushed cheeks, just like Osamu.
“You don’t even have to thank us, any friend would take care of taking care of his friend,” the other boy said this time.
You smiled and nodded.
If you were brave enough, you would have clarified that when you said that you loved them, you were not saying it only because of what they had done for you today, but that you were seriously confessing your feelings.
It’s okay, at least you have them as friends. For now, you could settle for that.
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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.
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.
[6:03pm] It has been ages that Suna came home so early. To be frank, the brown haired male himself didn’t know what made him do so. He didn’t even really care, did he? If he did, he wouldn’t come home so late. If he cared, he would willingly spend time with you, he wouldn’t spend so much time in the gym even after practice had ended, he wouldn’t roam around without any destination for long hours at night. No, if he cared, he would rush to your shared home, he would throw himself into your arms, he would caress your figure as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like his personal drug.
Wasn’t this what it was like once? Maybe Suna just missed it. Maybe he missed your sweet spoken words, maybe he missed the glow in your eyes whenever he came home right on time, maybe he missed the soft touches you two exchanged, the longing kisses and cuddles after a long, exhausting day. No matter how often he told himself that he didn’t want that, he didn’t crave you, you were nothing more than a nuisance to him. You weren‘t important, you were nothing more than a mere way to pass time, a person to take care of his household, plate him meals and warm his bed. So why did he miss you after so many months of silence between you? Why did he miss your voice, your laugh?
Suna could easily ignore the sunken feeling he had when he entered your shared home. Sure, it wasn’t like you to have all the lights turned off, it wasn’t like you to not be swaying your hips in the kitchen and hum along the music you were playing, it wasn’t like you to not give him a warm smile as you finally saw him. It wasn’t like you to not be home when he finally returned. Still he didn’t really bother, he only shrugged his gym bag off and went to take a quick shower. You‘d be home once he got out of the bathroom, right? You‘d be happy, eyes lighting up as you launched yourself onto him, surprised, yes, but elated. You‘d tell him how glad you were that he was home and that you could finally spend some quality time together again.
Yet as he stepped out of the steam filled bathroom and yelled out your name, expecting some sort of answer, you were still nowhere to be seen. Maybe you hid somewhere, maybe you wanted to scare him? You loved that, you always did. Perhaps you were hiding in the shadows? A deep chuckle escaped Suna as he shook his head, finding his way into the living room and sitting down. He took his phone out, deciding that you sure would come out sooner or later, like you had done so many times; surely today wasn’t different.
It was only when he looked at the clock and widened his yellow eyes that he realized that you weren’t coming home - after all you haven’t been for a month now.
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
