you drunkenly confess to suna, and he activates your fight or flight instincts
You want to die. You’re ready to throw yourself out the window of your dorm. You almost send a text to your mom telling her how much you love her because the afterlife? That’s where you’re headed.
And no you’re not being dramatic. What you are however, is fucked.
You should have known better than to let yourself get carried away and trying to outdrink the Miya Twins at some stupid party.
Now you’ve woken up with a headache massive enough to compete with Atsumu’s big head. Honestly, this isn’t your first rodeo with hangovers- you’re a college student, and mixed with your inability to say no, parties have become a somewhat weekly thing. Plus you’re sure you can outdrink the Miya’s at some point.
The hangover isn’t the end of the world. The memory of what you did last night however- it’s enough to convince you to give up alcohol forever.
Playing beer pong with your best friend.
Losing because you have the worst hand-eye coordination.
Volunteering for karaoke and singing horrible off-key.
Trying to call for a ride home and dialing the wrong number.
Accidentally calling Suna—
God, you can’t even bring yourself to think about it, but your brain hates you. The vivid memory replays in your head over and over again. You feel sick.
Rin,you had said. I’m so in love with you, you confessed.
You said a lot of other things before that too, but really you just want to remember what Suna had said in response. You don’t think he said anything. Did you hang up immediately? Who the hell knows?
If you remember correctly, Suna was also at another party last night too. You’re hoping he was, because maybe he was also too drunk to even remember anything. Maybe the party was too loud and he didn’t even hear any of it. Besides, there were no missed calls or messages from him after that so you think you have a good chance. Suna was definitely the type to call back after receiving a confession like that.
It’s that hope that pushes you to agree to go to brunch with your group of friends. You know you could skip it and easily blame the hangover to avoid Suna, but one part of you needsto know whether he remembers the confession. You can’t live with the suspense. You have to know right now so you can decide whether to live life as normal again or whether you have to drop out of college, fake your death and move to a different country.
When you get to the brunch spot, everyone is already there. Hope begins to bloom in your chest at the prospect of getting away with it when you arrive and Suna acts normal towards you. And by normal, you mean he immediately begins teasing you.
“Damn Y/N, you tried to outdrink Atsumu again?” he asks, a smug grin on his face as you sit opposite him.
“Too loud, please shut up I’m recovering.” You respond, trying to look disgruntled rather than fucking nervous.
Suna laughs in response, the way he always does when he knows he’s getting under your skin, but his response is comforting.
“It’s ok, I’m recovering too.” he says smoothly, taking a sip of coffee.
You look at him and use what little energy you have to suppress an eyeroll. Suna looks great compared to everyone else at the table; Atsumu is unnervingly quiet as he wolfs down his food, Osamu looks like he might hurl any second, and your friend Miwa is lost in her own world as she stares at the wall.
Suna, of course, looks like a model next to your barely put together outfit consisting of sweatpants and whatever jumper was on your floor. What kind of hungover person has the time to put on a nice jacket, classic white t-shirt and fashionable black pants? Suna Rintarou apparently.
It’s not fair and you’re tempted to say something until you remember you’re trying to keep a low profile (and if you open your big mouth, you might blurt out something that definitely should not be asked over the table in front of everyone).
So you quietly order your food, listen to Atsumu boast about his upcoming game, listen to Osamu about how much he has to do for the week and ignore Miwa when she tries to convince you to run for student council with her. You avoid looking directly at Suna for too long, because you know you’ll end up looking like a tomato.
Brunch ends before you can even comprehend anything, and you’re ready to walk away from the scene with confidence that Suna either doesn’t remember what you said last night, or he’s pretending not to and won’t bring it up. Either way, you’re grateful for one less headache.
When you all get up to leave though, and you’re ready to deuce the fuck out and suffer silently in your room, you hear Suna call out your name.
You hold your breath.
“What’s up?” you ask, turning to him.
“Are you okay?” Suna asks, scratching the back of his neck. His nervous habit he never seemed to grow out of. “You’ve been quiet all morning, when usually you could compete with Atsumu for being the loudest.”
“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” you respond, trying to act cool. You are the queen of casual conversations. “Nothing a good nap won’t be able to solve.”
He nods at that.
You nod back.
A heavy silence falls between the two of you, and you think this is the cue for your getaway. “Think I’m gonna go—”
“Actually,” Suna cuts you off and you look at him in anticipation for his next words. He looks nervous, not meeting your eyes as he glares holes into the wall beside him. He fiddles with his fingers. Cracks his knuckles. Takes a big breath. It’s a rare show of hesitance and nervousness for him and a pit of dread starts to build in your stomach.
Fuck,you internally scream, fuck.
Suna clears his throat, seemingly over whatever internal battle he was fighting. He still can’t meet your eyes though.
“You…” he starts, “do you remember anything from last night? Because you called me and—”
Suna doesn’t get the chance to finish the rest of his sentence because you immediately bolt out of the restaurant.
He has always activated your fight or flight response, and though you’re usually up for the challenge, today your body decides this is a flight only option. Despite Suna and his athleticism, you were on the track team for high school and you have never been more grateful for it than today when you sprint like the wind around the streets. You can hear him chase after you, calling your name, how he just wants to talk.
But you will not stop for him. You’re not ready for the talk, especially not when you’re hungover and look like shit. Besides, you’re not sure you can even formulate a convincing lie to get yourself out of it and Suna has always seen right through you.
You run fast enough that he doesn’t seem to be able to catch up to you, and when you spot a small bookstore, you immediately rush inside and hide in one of the shelves in the back. You hope he didn’t see you come inside.
You try to catch your breath, standing there pretending to look at the books while you try to rationalize your situation. You stay there for a good five minutes, then another five just to be safe. Only when the sales assistant gives you a suspicious look do you leave.
You don’t go back to your dorm immediately. Suna knows where you live. Instead, you choose to hide away in Miwa’s dorm and nurse your hangover there. She seems distracted enough that she doesn’t question why you aren’t doing it from the comfort of your own room and you end up spending the night. It’s not until the next morning when she’s running around getting ready for class do you decide to put on a brave face and head home. Thank god you have Mondays off.
For the next week you live in fear of Suna catching you off-guard around campus, so you devise a plan to leave at odd times to attend your classes. You begin taking alternative routes as well, avoiding all the places you frequently go to. You’re extra careful walking home, jumping at every noise that even sounds vaguely similar to him and running away.
Your stupid evasion tactics don’t last long though. After a week of hiding, Suna catches you just as you’re about to leave your apartment to go for a grocery run, corners you at your front door and declares, “You can run back inside and hide, but I’m not leaving.”
You gulp, knowing you’re backed into a corner. You live on the fifth floor too, so sneaking out isn’t an option. Shit.
“Hey, what’s up?” you try to ask casually, fake smile on your face.
Suna looks far from impressed.
“You’ve been avoiding me for a whole week. We need to talk.”
You meekly nod, sighing and opening your door wider to let him into your room. If you’re going to be rejected, you’d rather it be in the safety of your own room than in the hallway with your nosy neighbours. You steel yourself for what’s about to happen.
You aren’t a coward Y/N. You were bound to get rejected at one point, let’s do it with a little dignity.
Suna stands a safe distance away from you, standing next to your window while you remain by the door. You look anywhere but him, hoping he would just get it over and done with.
Suna lets out a sigh when he sees the look on your face.
“Can you stop looking like I’m going to yell at you? It’s just me, I don’t bite.”
“That’s just my face.” you pout. “Besides, I don’t want to have this conversation; can we just drop it?”
“Will you look at me?” Suna says, “You’re making me nervous. And don’t think you can run away just because you’re next to the door.”
You nod reluctantly, but you still won’t meet his eyes. Your cheeks are already starting to heat up.
“You’re really not going to look at me?” He asks, tone softer than usual that you start to feel bad. “I just want to talk to you, I promise. I’m not even angry at you, just— frustrated.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This is Rintarou, the soft side of him you’ve only been lucky to catch a glimpse of a handful of times; this is the guy that you daydream about, the one who tells you he likes you back in some alternate universe. Rintarou is more terrifying than Suna, because you can never say no to him.
“Y/N, please?” He pleads. “I haven’t seen you in a whole week. Please just look at me.”
Already, you’re lifting your head to look in his eyes. See? This is what he does to you, soft spoken words and you’re already putty in his hands, willing to bend over backwards just to make him happy. Almost like a reward for your bravery, Suna flashes his signature smile at you, and you almost melt.
“Ah,” he says softly, walking towards you and cupping both your cheeks in his hands, “there she is.”
Your cheeks heat up even more, and you try to turn away once more but he holds your head firmly in place.
“Will you be honest with me?”
Do you have any other choice? You nod, slowly, hesitantly, but it’s enough for him.
“Last Saturday night, when there was a full moon, you called me super duper drunk,” he starts, “and said, Suna Rintarou I hate you and your stupid face and your stupid smile and your stupid hands I think about holding all the time, did you mean it?”
Oh my god. You want the ground to suddenly open up and swallow you whole. You want an asteroid to suddenly hit the earth and destroy all living things. Anything to get you away from the scene unfolding before you.
You stare at the little freckle on his cheek. “Yes.”
“You’re a terrible liar. My mother says I’m very handsome, so why would you call my face stupid?”
In between your thoughts of curling into a ball to feel sorry for yourself and bolting out of the room far away from Suna, you manage to roll your eyes.
“Where are you going with this?”
Suna completely ignores you.
“Moving on, you said, why are you so stupid Suna Rintarou? You’re so stupid when it comes to doing your homework on time and making all those stupid jokes. You always tease me more than anyone else, and it’s not fair that you target me when Atsumu literally exists—”
“Oh my god,” you interrupt, “did you memorize this or something?”
“Studied it better than any of my notes for a test.” he teases. “But don’t worry, I haven’t even got to the good part yet.”
You could punch him right now. You really could.
“And after that you said, I hate how you make me feel special like that, you make me delusional enough to think that maybe I am special to you and that’s why you always choose me as your target. I hate that you’ve been blessed with everything but a goddamn brain, because if you did then maybe you’d realize it before I even had to tell you.”
“Maybe,” he heaves out a breath and smiles at you, “maybe if you did then you’d realize that I’ve been in love with you for the past year and a half.” Suna looks into your eyes then, and there’s a glint in his eye you’ve never seen till now. “Rin, you said my name softly like that, I’m so in love with you.”
“I—” you try to start but he’s left you speechless. You can’t believe he remembered everything you said.
“Though, my favourite part is when you said all those sweet things then proceeded to yell ‘you suck!’ into the phone then hung up before I could even say anything.” Suna giggles, he giggles,and you realize he thinks this whole situation is funny. He sobers up quickly, then his eyes seem to start analyzing you, searching for something. “I tried bringing it up with you last week, but you ran away before I could even say anything. And all this time, I’ve just… I’ve been wondering whether you meant it.”
You stare at him blankly, still trying to process his words. You’re sure that you’ve lost all your brain cells in a week because you’re still at a loss of what to say. But there’s nothing left to hide anyway, is there?
“Yes, I meant it. The last part,” you gulp, “I really meant it.”
“The part where you said that I sucked?” he asks, eyebrow raised questioningly.
You scowl at him. “You know what I mean! The last part!”
“The part where you said I’ve been blessed with everything but brains? Or the part where you called my jokes stupid?”
You can’t believe the nerve of this guy. Stupid, stupid, stupid motherfucking Suna Rintarou. You hate the fact that he’s teasing you over your feelings like this.
“You really do suck. So much. You’re the worst person I know. Fine. Yes I meant it, yes I’ve been in love with you for the past year and half you idiot. It’s all true okay.” you finally admit, exasperated. “So can you just stop wasting my time? Reject me already, so I can cry about it and glow up and make you regret your life decisions and—”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear those words from you?” Suna asks suddenly, looking at you so earnestly you stop your rambling. “This isn’t how I pictured you saying it, and honestly I figured I would do it first, but this works too I guess. It was meant to be a lot more romantic, and you weren’t insulting me every five seconds when declaring your undying love for me—”
You cannot believe what you’re hearing right now.
“But… this works too.” he says. “I’m in love with you too, been in love for a while now actually and I never really knew how to say it. So when you confessed last week, I just thought it was the perfect time to… you know.”
Nowhe’sthe one blushing.
“What the fuck?” is all you can say right now.
Suna can sense that you’re about to ramble and ask a million questions so he beats you to it.
“I think we should kiss right now.” is all he says, before leaning dangerously close to you.
You immediately put your hand on his chest to stop him, effectively stopping him in his tracks.
“Hold on! What the hell, I’m still processing this Rin!”
Suna looks at you in confusion, already pulling you in closer again. “What is there left to process? I waited a whole week for you already!”
“You had a whole week to process my feelings— you’ve given me like five minutes!” you exclaim. “I don’t even think I’m awake right now, quick pinch me so I know it’s real.”
“Maybe if you come and kiss me you’ll know it’s real.” Suna says, stupud smirk on his face. “Come on pretty girl, process it later, I want my kiss.”
“Who says I want to kiss you?” you counter, but your resolve is already crumbling by the second.
He shoots you an incredulous look. “Seriously? You’re going to play hard to get right now? I’m here ready to kiss you and—”
You bolt away from his hold, giggling as you run towards the door but Suna doesn’t let you take more than two steps away from him.
“I’m serious, Y/N. I’ve been thinking about this for the past week, been dreaming about it much longer than that. Can I please kiss you?”
You would be a fool to deny him when you’ve been dreaming of the exact same thing as well. So you offer him a small nod, and that’s all it takes before he pulls you towards him, so gently, as if you’re fragile.
He cups your cheeks in his hands, smiling at you as if you are the sun itself. The light from your window seeps in at that moment and lights up his eyes in a way that makes you fall in love all over again.
He brushes his nose softly against yours, eyes closing as you smile in anticipation. Just when you can’t wait anymore, you feel his lips against yours and you can’t help but melt in his arms, your body flush against him.
You don’t know how to describe what it feels like to finally kiss him. He tastes of mint, lips languidly moving against yours, not too harsh but just enough that it leaves you wanting more and more (you don’t know if you’ll ever get enough of him).
After a considerable amount of time, you both pull away, chests heaving as your foreheads bump against each other.
“Well?” you ask, still basking in the moment as you gaze up at him.
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/n: this is so so, so heavily unedited but i wanted to get the next chapter out for you guys…. even if it’s just a bit of fluffy filler. but whatever right! but yes, i think there will be a bit of a delay on the next chapter too just cuz of how life is lol but i hope you guys enjoy this!!
Three days had passed since your fateful meeting with Rintaro, and in those three days you hadn’t seen him once. You had only worked once as well, and it was a morning shift, wondering if that was why you never saw him. When you saw him last, you cursed yourself as you locked your apartment door, realizing you’d never given him your phone number, decreasing the odds that you’d ever see him again.
Yet, when you arrived for your first night shift in three days, Alex was there waiting for you, ready with interesting news.
“I think you have a stalker,” they said, with a bit of a dry laugh, trying not to freak you out. Raising your head to look at your coworker, you let them continue. “Some guy keeps coming in asking for you, I was kinda nervous it was Osamu related so I tried not to give that many details.”
“What did he look like?” You inquired, heart starting to skip a beat. If it wasn’t Rintaro, then you were in a lot of trouble.
Alex tapped their chin, recalling the details: “tall, taller than your ex. Light brown hair, it was styled a little oddly, very flowy you could say.” That must’ve been him. It was reassuring to know that he did want to see you again. Alex continued, “he had these piercing eyes y’know I don’t know how to describe them. He’s been coming every night and for what? Like the last three days, and every time I look at those eyes I get chills.”
You were practically too stunned to speak as Alex raised their eyebrow. “Should I, like, file a police report or something? Do you know this guy?”
“Yeah, I do.” You felt yourself getting stomach butterflies. “Well, not well at least– I only briefly met him but he’s a really good guy.”
“If you say so,” Alex chuckled lightly, “but maybe give him your phone number next time you see him, y’know so the two of you communicate normally.” It was almost as if they could read your mind, knowing that you were regretting not having done so earlier.
About half an hour passed and still no customers came in. Sometimes, on weekdays it was like this: a ghost town. Tapping your fingers against the counter top, you thought you were going to die of boredom with Alex reciprocating your feelings.
Listening to them groan about waiting to just close up early, you were about to agree when the bell chimed and someone walked in.
Following his similar patterns from the night before, your friend Rintaro standing there wearing a black overcoat, and an attire you could only sum up to Wall Street-esc while his hair was still as wild as the first night you met him.
The moment he looked up at you, you met his eyes and even though Alex had made it clear there was something off with his eyes, you couldn’t understand what they were talking about. His gaze was kind, and his lips slowly but surely tugged into a smile upon seeing you.
“Looks like Mr. Stalker is here,” Alex teasingly whispered into your ear. You nudged them playfully, leaning against the counter, widening your grin.
“Hey,” you breathed out.
“Hello.” Rintaro cleared his throat, “I’m glad to see you’re in today, I was looking for you since the last time we met.”
“Me too, I didn’t know when I’d see you again honestly,” you laughed, regretting the way you phrased it, not wanting to sound rude. “But I mean it’s okay, you’re here now.”
“I apologize, I didn’t mean to make you stressed.” But you quickly interrupted him, reminding him that it was alright.
“Can I get you anything? Maybe coffee or tea?” But Rintaro shook his head, insisting that he didn’t drink anything of the sort.
“I’ll have something sweet, though, whatever you recommend,” he said haphazardly looking at the display case of desserts. You nodded, mentioning you had just the thing.
Watching as Rintaro found a seat, running one pale hand over the other. He mindlessly stared out the window, waiting for you to bring him something. He hoped that you wouldn’t notice how nervous he felt.
The sound of a plate sliding against the table echoed through the empty cafe, catching the man’s attention as he looked at your beaming face. In front of him was a small slice of apple pie, the cinnamon smell filling the air between you.
“On the house,” you said smiling, eyes slowly trailing over to the empty chair in front of him.
“You can sit if you want,” Rintaro offered and you felt embarrassed that he caught you red handed. You explained that your shift was almost over, looking back to see Alex’s sign of approval as you made yourself comfortable.
“I was thinking about how stupid I was not asking you for your number,” you bring up, not wanting to directly ask for it, still feeling a little shy.
Shaking his head, Rintaro informed you, “it wouldn’t have been of any use, I don’t have a phone.” Taking a bit of the pie he hummed, not saying anything to follow up his previous statement. “This is really good, it’s been a while since I ate anything…. this sweet, of course.”
“Wait, what do you mean you don’t have a cellphone? Who our age doesn’t?” That question caught Rintaro by surprise, raising an eyebrow as he tried not to act suspicious, taking yet another fork-full of pie into his mouth.
He simply shrugged, trying to change the subject, “is your shift almost over?”
You looked at your watch about to say no, when Alex’s voice interjected. “She’s gonna leave early, I can manage the place on my own.” They winked at you, signaling that you should go with him.
“I’ve heard good things about a bar nearby, would you like to come with me? Maybe we can become better acquainted?”
“Sounds good.”
The bar was dimly lit and filled with a sad crowd, which was mostly middle aged men desperately not wanting to go home to their wives. Because of that there was a gloomy feeling but Rintaro surely made up for it, with a slight smile.
As the two of you ordered, asking all sorts of personal questions and if you knew any better, you would’ve thought it was a date. Sipping on the drink, you followed his inquiries with your own, asking Rintaro about his childhood. Although, his answers were always so cryptic.
“I haven’t really lived in one place long,” he explained.
“So you were a military kid, huh?” But Rintaro shook his head but as you looked at him in confusion he changed the motion into a nod.
“Something like that,” he said, changing his answer.
Drink after drink, you hadn’t realized how much you had until you looked at the clock and three hours had passed. Your legs felt wobbly, like you were about to fall over at any given moment, leaning your head against Rintaro. You were drunk, the first time in a while considering Osamu hated it when you went out to go clubbing with your friends.
“You should probably get home,” Rintaro pointed out as if it wasn’t obvious. He looked down at your pouting lips and droopy eyes, he had to take you home, he knew that but he couldn’t stop looking at you. Every time he blinked he could see your past life, in a similar position, his heart feeling a foreign swelling.
He paid for all your drinks without a second thought, putting his sturdy arm around your waist, letting you lean your weight onto him. He grunted, trying to get you to follow his steps but he realized that trying to get the attention of a drunk person was easier said than done. Yet, he knew your apartment was close enough that he would carry you if he needed to.
“This way,” he eased you gently and before he knew it, the two of you were outside your apartment building. Suna had to coax you to get your keys out and to punch in the apartment code which after a scary amount of failed attempts, you were finally let in.
“Tonight was so much fun,” your words were slurred as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, smelling the expensive cologne he wore.
“I enjoyed it too, maybe we should do something similar but more formally, like as a date?” The last part of his statement was more of a whisper, scared that you were uncomfortable with getting into a relationship after just getting out of one. He also was praying that by tomorrow morning your memories of the night would be hazy and hard to remember.
“Yes, I want that,” you muttered, rubbing your eyes harshly, “I wanna go to bed,” you groaned. Rintaro nodded, promising that the two of you would be there as soon as the elevator rang, bringing the two of you to your destination.
“I just wanna sleep!” You exclaimed, trying to rip off your shirt. Your friends had always told you that you were a bit of a messy drunk but you never wanted to believe them. Nevertheless, you struggled to strip out of your clothes, not even bothering to acknowledge the fact that Rintaro was still inside your apartment.
Standing in the kitchen, you felt a hand on your back, reminding you that he was there. He suggested going into your bedroom and you hazily nodded, stumbling forward.
“May I help you with that?” Rintaro asked and you were in such a struggle, there was nothing else for you to do other than nod and accept his aid. He removed your shirt, leaving you in just a bra as you covered up.
“Okay now turn around.” You could feel the heat rising to your face, watching as he complied. You took out your pajama shirt, sliding off your bra before putting it on. “Okay you can look now.”
By then, you were wiggling out of your work pants, sitting down on the bed. You shivered as the cold air nipped your skin.
“You should get some rest,” he sat down next to you, seeing how cold you were, “perhaps underneath the bedding?”
“You talk so politely, y’know?” You drunkenly snickered, poking his thigh, “but I like it, I feel like an old timey princess.” Rintaro laughed softly, pulling back the duvet as you rolled yourself underneath the sheets.
“Well you deserve to be treated as such, no?” You only hummed with a content smile as just as Rintaro thought his work was done, he went to stand up, feeling you reach for his arm.
“No, don’t go yet, please stay.”
Rintaro looked at you, not knowing what to say, he saw the way your eyes became glossy and he couldn’t say no. This was his chance to be the shoulder you cried on, to bring you comfort that he couldn’t in your past life. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring until he heard your quiet whimper, taking his cold hand into your own.
“Of course,” he said in a soft tone, his voice hushed. Laying down next to you, he tried to take it slow so as to not shake you too much as his weight made the bed dipped.
“I just don’t wanna be alone tonight, y’know?” The man wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to explain yourself, he wouldn’t mind staying until you fell asleep but before he could interject, you finished your thought. “I’ve just been having nightmares all week,” you frowned, “I just wanted to feel safe.”
Few times in his life did Rintaro get the feeling he did then: you felt safe around him? Yet he didn’t ponder on it long, reeling himself back into the other thing you mentioned.
“Nightmares, what sort of nightmares?” His eyebrows furrowed.
“Mmm, I don’t know, there’s a big fire, and you’re there too.” Rintaro could hardly make out your words as you drifted into sleep. He knew it was memories of a past life, and he cursed himself that only the painful ones returned and plagued your sleep. He silently wished you’d see all the better ones.
He didn’t have a chance to answer, seeing as you had quickly fallen into slumber. He contemplated leaving, he needed to get back to his own place before the sun rose, surely you would come to understand.
As he stood up, he pressed a kiss against your forehead, seeing how innocent you lay there, unknowing of the life you had been born into. “Sweet dreams,” he whispered, but it was more like a prayer. He would give you the world if you wanted, even more, he would fight against the nature of his being and lasso the sun if you asked.
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.
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.
“we who bear the burden of the crown do not need to love. you only need to stay here, with me, in power, in greed, in lust – in victory.”
c/w. modern royal au. infidelity. slight angst. gaslighting. toxic characters. suggestive. toxic relationships. suna is physically aggressive in one scene. mentions of neglect and abuse.
notes. omg i never expected i’d actually update this someday but thank you to everyone who’d been so nice and supportive! ily chloe for always hyping me up and ily sunflower anon for bullying me (affectionately) into updating <33
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.
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.
two year after breaking up with your ex osamu you have moved on with your life. you finally get a big roll in an up coming tv show after years of small insignificant rolls. when you find out that your co-star is suna rintaro, your ex’s best friend who you despise, you plan on dropping the roll. however, suna isn’t exactly how you remember and for some reason you start catching feelings.
pairings:suna x fem!reader & osamu x fem! reader
genre:angst!
tropes:actor!suna, actor!osamu, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers
warnings:18+, love triangle, cheating, toxic relationships, unrequited love, (+more to be announced)
taglist:(open)
status:starting after “traitor”
cast
SEASON ONE
episode one
y/n nervously awaits to hear news from her agent on whether she got her dream acting job or not.
a/n; a quick something i whipped up on christmas night, i hope everyone had a wonderful day <3
“Sunarin, where on earth are you taking us?”
“Patience. We’re almost there.”
“You said that thirty minutes ago.”
“Details, (y/n). Details.” Suna tosses a smirk over his shoulder and tugs you closer to his side as you huff at him, acknowledging the impatience on your face.
This wasn’t what you were expecting when he showed up at your door at ten in the evening. All he’d told you was that you needed to wrap up warm, and from there, the two of you had made your way to the city center, walking along the brightly lit streets towards a completely unknown location. It’s a Friday night— the night of Christmas Eve— so you’d thought that he wanted to take you out to see the Christmas market or perhaps gaze at the stunningly decorated Christmas tree that stood proudly in the center of town.
Alas, you had long walked past all the traditional Christmasy spots and are now wandering further and further away from town, around the outskirts of town where fewer people tread at this time of night.
a/n; a quick something i whipped up on christmas night, i hope everyone had a wonderful day <3
“Sunarin, where on earth are you taking us?”
“Patience. We’re almost there.”
“You said that thirty minutes ago.”
“Details, (y/n). Details.” Suna tosses a smirk over his shoulder and tugs you closer to his side as you huff at him, acknowledging the impatience on your face.
This wasn’t what you were expecting when he showed up at your door at ten in the evening. All he’d told you was that you needed to wrap up warm, and from there, the two of you had made your way to the city center, walking along the brightly lit streets towards a completely unknown location. It’s a Friday night— the night of Christmas Eve— so you’d thought that he wanted to take you out to see the Christmas market or perhaps gaze at the stunningly decorated Christmas tree that stood proudly in the center of town.
Alas, you had long walked past all the traditional Christmasy spots and are now wandering further and further away from town, around the outskirts of town where fewer people tread at this time of night.
You press closer to Suna.
“Cold?”
“More like creeped out,” you shudder, apprehensively looking around the empty streets. “How did you even find out about this place?”
Suna shrugs at your question before hooking an arm around your waist. The proximity feels reassuring, the warmth radiating off his body helping to quell part of your fears. “I wander a lot,” he says simply. “City’s pretty at night.”
“You’re like a cat,” you muse, prompting Suna to huff out a curt laugh.
Still, you can’t help but find that his words ring true. Because even though the streets are mostly desolate, you can’t deny that beneath the initial eeriness of the outskirts lies an understated beauty that becomes more apparent the further you walk.
You enjoy how the empty streets rest in silence, save for the sound of yours and Suna’s steady footsteps against the damp pavement. The obsidian sky looks particularly picturesque aswell, especially the more you distance yourself from the central parts of town, giving way to stars that peak out behind misty clouds like timid fireflies. Even the water in the potholes catch your eye, remnants of yesterday’s snowfall shimmering under the streetlamps’ amber hue.
You’d marvel at the scenery for longer if it weren’t for the pressing question of where you were headed. You’re certain you’ve been walking for close to an hour now, and the lack of shops, bars, restaurants and overall social buzz make you question what else there possibly is to see.
“You sure you know where you’re going, mister alley cat? Seems very deserted here…”
Suna glances at you before making a sharp right, leading you down yet another street you’ve never set foot on. He really does live up to his nickname. Navigating the city with confident steps, slinking through streets and alleys like he’s done this countless times before.
“That’s the point,” he says. “Don’t you worry, it’ll be worth it. Plus we’re almost there.”
You squint at him.
“For real, this time.”
His footsteps slow as he reaches a tall building, pushing the door open and stopping at the base of a staircase. You give him a skeptical look, not exactly liking the look of the run-down, and from the looks of it abandoned building. Suna’s quick to pick up on your apprehension and laces his hand with yours, giving it a firm squeeze.
Trust me, the gesture says.
With a gentle tug, he induces you up the stairs, occasionally glancing over his shoulder to assure you’re okay. The iron stairs creak under your feet as you make your way up. A mix of nerves and excitement bubble in your chest. The climb takes a while, but eventually Suna comes to a halt once you reach the top of the staircase, behind another iron door which you can only imagine leads to the roof of the building. “Alright,” he starts, eyes glinting playfully. “Close your eyes.”
You raise an eyebrow in question, then do as he says. All of a sudden it’s as though your senses have been heightened. The ground is solid under your feet as Suna pushes the door open and pulls you outside. There’s a faint scent of rain in the air, the breeze is crisper and Suna’s hands are warm against your own, his hold delicate as he guides you onwards with a slow pace.
You stop after just a few steps, almost bumping into Suna from the abrupt pause. He chuckles and softly pecks your forehead.
“We’re here,” he murmurs, his voice light. “You can open your eyes.”
“Okay,” you say tentatively. You feel almost giddy at what you’re about to lay eyes on. You’re positive it involves the view, given your current location, but that doesn’t stop you from drawing in a breath the moment you lift your eyelids.
Below you is a constellation of lights, every flashing shop sign, every passing car reminiscent of stars glimmering against a velvety black sky. The cityscape looks like a nebula made up of the warmest yellows infused with the coolest shades of blue. Never have you seen the city look so mesmerising.
“Wow,” you breath, enamoured by the abondance of colours. It’s crazy to think that each light you see down there is another person living their own life, with their own personality, own job, own routine…
And on top of an abandoned building stand two more people, watching everything unravel, completely unbeknownst to the world.
“Like it?” Asks Suna, reeling you from your daze. You glance at him. His body is turned towards the city, pale green irises reflecting the sea of lights below, unguarded and seemingly just as fascinated by the thousands of stars beneath you. You’re tempted to reach out at him, to trace the contours of his moonlit face, to feel the softness of his chestnut hair which appears almost silver beneath the moon’s glow.
Your breath hitches once again when he turns to look at you, snatching the remaining breath from your throat.
“Alley cat got your tongue?”
You shake your head as he cocks an eyebrow at you, amusement playing on his features. Judging by the look on his face, it’s safe to assume he’d noticed you staring, thus you don’t even try to play it off. That kind of act never works around Suna anyway.
“It’s beautiful,” you say, ignoring how Suna smirks at your statement. You’re forced to add: “the view, I mean.”
“Told you,” he replies, sounding almost proud. “It’s the second nicest view in Japan.” He adds.
“Oh?” Curious, you tilt your head at Suna. “What’s the first?”
For a moment you’re left unanswered, silence hanging in the air as you maintain eye contact with the man before you. He doesn’t say a word, which confuses you slightly. He simply regards you, eyes just a tad more tender than usual.
That’s when it hits you.
Heat rises to your cheeks, and just when you hoped the darkness would be enough to conceal your blush, Suna lets out a roguish laugh. “Took you long enough.”
“That was so cheesy,” You chide, your voice on the verge of laughter despite your initial embarassement. Another chuckle rumbles in Suna’s chest as he soaks in your flustered appearance. Then, as the rosiness of your cheeks begins to die down, Suna speaks up again.
“Mind if I get cheesier?” He asks.
The oddness of his question leaves you skeptical, but before you can ask what he means, Suna steps forward and surprises you by resting a hand across your cheek. Immediately, you feel your heart rate pick up, and like second nature you feel your eyes begin to drift shut, already craving more of his touch. Your silence is all he needs to hear in order to inch closer to your face, hooking a finger beneath your chin.
“Merry Christmas, (y/n).”
He presses his lips to yours, and around you, the world spins.
Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.
Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.
Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”
Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.
Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you
Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.
Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.
Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.
Request:@multi-fandom-fanfic I’m so sorry it took me so long but now the second part is done. I think it’s still a open end so you can decide on your own how the story ends. (I really can’t say why I like open ends more, so sorry for that hehe)
Your tears flow down your cheeks as you run away from Suna. From his nasty words, which he had said right into your face some second ago. Calling you, his long-time girlfriend, a crazy, annoying stalker… That hurts…
His cold and distant eyes have made it clear to you that you should disappear. But why is it so hard to forget him? The question is simple to answer because you love him. Because you don’t want to admit that he really meant his words the same way.
Still you run, don’t look forward when you bump into something big. Something… or better said someone.
His expression changes within seconds from an annoyed man to an old good friend who is happy to see you again after almost nine months. But his smile, those dark eyes, and his warm hands on your shoulders quickly fade when he sees how upset you are.
“Osamu I-”
“Hey, come in, kay?” Says the probably more mature one of the two Miya brothers, as he looks around left and right and pushes you into his shop, before he takes in the big sign, which was placed on the street with all the dishes of the day, and turns the open sign to closed.
Somewhat lost, you stand in the room, keep your arms crossed in front of your body, and look around the shop. It’s been a while since you were here. Actually, it was before the breakup with Suna, where Osamu and all of you watched a game of the Japanese national team together in his shop.
“So you’re still alive, huh?”
You hear Osamu behind you as he puts a hand on your lower back and pushes you slightly forward, telling you to sit down. Nodding, you go to a small table where two people can eat and sit down. Osamu hands you a handkerchief from his pocket so you can wipe away your tears before he puts a glass of water on your table and sits down next to you.
“I’m sorry, I… It was just difficult for me to come here… You know, Suna was almost always here and it just hurts…”
You know he doesn’t want an apology from you, but you still want to explain it to him. You were only here with Suna. Osamu is also your friend, but for every celebration, Suna would have been there and just at the beginning of the breakup, that was too much for you. It’s still hard for you to keep seeing him at games. It constantly remembers you that all the beautiful times with him is just a nice memory now. But you promised him back then to support him, and you still want that, even if it hurts.
“Well, it’s okay. I get it. But at least ya could have answered my messages, you know?” With a friendly smile, he tries to disguise his serious words, and he succeeds.
“You’re still at each of his games, right?”
“I - yes…”
“Damn, this idiot’s really lucky… Ya know, you deserve better. Think about yerself, not him.”
He clicks his tongue before leaning back in the chair and looking at you. He had never understood the reason for your breakup. Actually, not one of Suna’s friends had. They were all confused. To this day, it remains a mystery to him what his true motives are.
He still watches you clench the handkerchief firmly in your hand, before you drink your water glass empty and look at the clock. If you want to go home? Should he stop you? Keep comforting you? After all, nine months have passed and you still seem to love Suna. So it must be a horrible time for you. He should be a good friend and help you get on other thoughts now that you’re here. But before he can say a word, you open your mouth.
“Where are my manners? You were about to close the store, weren’t you? I don’t want to keep you out of your free time.”
You sniff when you look behind Osamu and notice a group picture of you all, with Suna and you as a couple. Even here, everything reminds you of your time together. The time as a happy couple.
“Ah no, it’s all right. I -”
“No, no, please. I think I should go. But I promise you, next time I’ll answer your message. Thank you, thank you for the time you took for my well being.” You interrupt him and get up, walk towards the shop door with quick steps, followed by Osamu, who goes outside with you.
“Are ya sure? I mean, you’re welcome to stay. You must be hungry, right?”
“Thanks Osamu, but I’m not hungry. Next time, I promise.”
You answer him with a smile, hug him goodbye and give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek before turning around and going home. It won’t hurt to hang out with him. As long as you two are alone. Maybe he also knows the reason why Suna stopped loving you. Maybe you can fix it that way.
After the little kiss, Osamu grins stupidly, is a little surprised, as he makes a half turn and touches the cheek, on which your lips were before. “See ya next time.” He whispers softly, before he shakes his head smiling and froze a short time later when he looks up. Because in front of him is his old friend. The man who broke your heart.
Osamu imagines that for a second he did not see that monotonous, indifferent look on Suna’s face. He imagines that Suna had an almost frightened expression for a blink of an eye, wounded, when he saw you with Osamu.
“You… You’re dating my ex?” He asks irritated, and looks at your disappearing silhouette.
Actually, he was the one who dumped you out of nowhere, ignored you, and suddenly realized he didn’t love you anymore. So Suna shouldn’t care if he’s dating you or not. Even if his boyfriend’s ex is probably taboo.
“Eh no we-“
“It’s okay… I don’t care for that girl.”
“That… girl? The hell? So you’re telling me ya wouldn’t mind if I went out with the woman you’ve been dating since childhood?”
“Yeah, do whatever you want.” It comes out of Suna without hesitation, before he shrugs his shoulders indifferently, his hands in his pockets.
“Ya wouldn’t mind if we kiss, if I tell her I love her, and if we would sleep together?”
“Like I said… Do whatever you want.” This time his answer is not as determined as before. At least Osamu wants to convince himself of it. Because he just can’t understand his friend.
“Awesome. Then, I gotta call her today and ask her if she wanna go out with me. Maybe we’ll add some Netflix and chill.” Again Osamu tries to lure him out of the reserve, and again Suna does not even flinch.
“Do you want to go on with it, or do I get the portion of Onigiri that you should put back for me?”
“Yeah… Well, wait. Gotta go, get the food for ya.”
Only his thumb stops him from pressing the small call icon on his phone. One last time, he goes through the conversation with Suna in his head. He remembers the words of his friend after giving him the food. Osamu had asked him about the real reason for the breakup. This time he wasn’t satisfied with a simple “I don’t love her anymore”. He wanted to know the real reason so he wouldn’t feel guilty about going out with his buddy’s ex-girlfriend. At least that was the version Osamu told Suna hoping he would buy it from him. And other than expected, he got the real reason.
“I broke up with her because I saw how much this life in the spotlight ruins her. I could see it in her eyes. She was scared, sad, had little sleep. She needs another life, one that I can’t give her.”
“Don’t ya think you should’ve talked to her about it? There is always a solution.”
“No, she would have denied it. She would have tried to play it down that it was okay. She’d never admit it. But that doesn’t matter. As I said, I don’t love her anymore. “
“Ya don’t love her anymore… That’s why you’re trying hard to keep her away from you, trying to be as disgusting as possible to her, so she hates ya?”
“Yes, I don’t care about her.” He had said this sentence with such an odd look, Osamu is still thinking about what this look should mean, before he shakes his head and presses the button. Maybe Suna realizes that he cares about you when he sees you two together.
“Hello Osamu, did you want to try whether I really stick to my word, to not ignore you?” You laugh on the other side. But if he listens more closely, he hears that you are sad.
“Yeah, so ya know, I was actually wondering if you might have time tomorrow. I’d like to do something with ya and… And just wanna talk if that’s okay with ya.” For a long time, he hears nothing on the other line. Not even your breathing. Maybe you’re not on the phone anymore? But then he hears your voice again.
“Yes, sure. Where and when should I be there?”
“Tomorrow at four in the afternoon in front of my shop?”
“Alright, sounds good. See you tomorrow, Osamu..” With these words you say goodbye to him a second time today, not knowing what awaits you tomorrow. Would you have gone into the meeting if you had known what he was going to tell you there, what he was going to do? You don’t know, because if you hadn’t gone into the meeting, your feelings wouldn’t be so upset, strange and confused today.
Because after your meeting, three games of Suna have already passed, in which you were not on the stand to cheer Suna. You went to Osamu’s store, watched the game from there. Today is the fourth game, a game to which Osamu had invited you to his home. He posted a selfie of you and him together on his couch in his group chat, with the words “Good luck, from my charming seat neighbor and me.” his arm tightly wrapped around you. He wanted nothing more than to reach Suna’s attention with the picture, which he apparently succeeded.
Because for the entire game, Suna looked distracted, almost absent, until he was replaced and was told to take a rest on the bench. For the remaining game time, he didn’t come back as a player. Also, he is not present at the press conference. His coach apologizes and tells the people that Suna should visit the doctor because of an alleged harmless injury. With this injury, which is not described further, they also excused his performance today.
You observe the press conference, worrying about Suna, which Osamu notices. Suna is so lucky… He has a woman who loves him more than anything, who, although he treated her badly, would stand behind him and support him. Why is he ruining all this? He does not realize that his decision, which he had made for your benefit, was actually nothing but selfishly, because he ignored your feelings. If only he talked to you.
Osamu is looking for the right words to cheer you up, to get you somehow on other thoughts, when his mobile phone vibrates next to him, before he looks at his screen for a brief moment.
Suna is angry with herself. Angry that his feelings had influenced him while playing. He had to think of this picture, how close Osamu was to you. Osamu had really not hesitated and called you directly. Suna thought it was just a bluff that his friend had just told him all the stuff to pull him out of the wall he had built. He never thought he’d put his words into action.
Suna had to think about how you celebrate each of the points his team had scored. Did Osamu hug you? Did you even kiss? The thought alone makes him sick. Every point has made him more restless. It was probably better that his coach had sent him home. Home, where he should go now, but his legs lead him to a small detour past Osamu’s apartment.
He only notices the fact that he stands in front of the building where his friend lives when he stands in front of the entrance. Through the bright window, he can look into the living room. It’s almost ironic that he’s the one watching you through a window now.
His throat is dry, his chest heavy when he sees you both sitting on the couch. The press conference is still going on in the background, but you two have not been looking there for a long time. Your eyes are fixed on Osamu, his on yours. Far too familiar, he strokes your cheek, is much too close to you. Suna feels like he’s about to throw up.
He didn’t want to drag you away because he hates you. He wanted you as far away from him as possible because he can’t stand to see you. Because he always loved you. For so many years… It hurts to see you so close to him and not to touch you, to not feel your warm and soft skin.
Suna wanted to convince himself that he wanted to see you happy, but actually he has to admit that he was selfish, because deep inside, he was relieved that you were there, even if you were sad. Then seeing you every time he plays has shown him that you still stand behind him, that you are still there, that you’re still paying attention to him. Never would you let him down, no matter what he’s trying to do. No matter how badly he treats you.
Suna knows he should be happy for you when you have found your new happiness and let you go. Let you live the life you deserve. But why can’t he leave you behind, accept that you’re happy with Osamu now?
It’s too easy to say. He can’t because he realized in the first game where you were not there that you were ready to leave your relationship behind, that you actually perceive your relationship as a memory. He can’t accept it because he wants to be in Osamu’s place. Suna can’t see you happy with another man. It tears him apart to see the woman he loves continue her path without him, even though you have a good right to do so. But he can’t let you go. Even if he should.
His eyes are still fixed on you as his foot steps back, but he stops in his movement when he sees Osamu coming closer and closer to your face how he tells you something, before you close your eyes. Between your lips, there’s almost no space left.
Go… Stay… Suna’s feelings struggle with his mind. Let her be happy. Stop her. He can’t…
“Okay, now listen to me. My camera outside the front door has a motion sensor that notifies me as soon as someone stands in front of my door. Suna is standing outside right now, and I’m pretty sure it’s because of the photo that I put in our group. Well more because of you. Just do me this one favor and play along now and close yer eyes, okay?”
You can’t follow Osamu’s words at first, still trying to understand them as he gets closer and closer to you. Why is Suna here? Why isn’t he with the doctor as described by his coach? Was Osamu right about what he told you several weeks ago? Is it true that Suna still loves you? That he’s here would prove that he cares about you. But what exactly is Osamu up to?
Although you don’t understand what Osamu is aiming for, you close your eyes, hear the couch below you make a creaking sound as Osamu approaches you before you sense his breath on your lips. Is he trying to kiss you? Osamu wanted to help you get back together with Suna, so what’s he doing here? And why are you suddenly so warm, why do his touches feel so pleasant? Is it because you two have spent so much time together in the last few weeks that he has become someone so familiar to you? Or maybe you… No.
And yet, you do not avoid the kiss, want to give in to it as the loud bell of his front door makes you both startle.
Osamu looks at the door with a sly grin before he folds his hands in front of him in an apologetic gesture and bows to you.
“I’m so terribly sorry for what just happened.” He stutters with reddened cheeks, almost like a small school child. Somehow, he thought it would be a good idea to kiss you to make Suna jealous, but he has to admit that he is almost disappointed that it did not come to the kiss. A confession that he should never say out loud. After all, he wants you and his friend to be happy again.
“O- okay?” You answer him completely confused and look after him as he goes to the door when he plays as if he’s startled to see Suna.
“Suna? What are you doing here, shouldn’t y-”
“Yeah, yeah it’s fine. I -, are you alone?” Asks Suna rhetorically, because he already knows the answer.
Hesitantly, you come to meet the two men, notice how you suddenly feel uncomfortable again, heavy and sad. Confused, mad, glad, angry and so much at once. Seeing Suna hurts you so much that you want to run away. For his words are still deep in your ears. “You’re like a crazy stalker”.
Close to tears, you notice how a warm hand lies down on your shoulder, before you’re looking to the side in Osamu’s smiling face.
“Eh, I put the pic of us in the group Suna, of course I’m not alone. Why?”
Suna studies your form, and for the first time in a long you see a suffering Suna in front of you. His green eyes, which were always so beautiful, look tired. They look so sad and lost.
“Can, can I talk to you?”
“I don’t know what you want to talk about with a crazy stalker.”
You answer him and it feels like a slap in the face. Of course, these words have remained in your memory. He himself could hardly bring them over his lips. How much they must have hurt you. He was an asshole, still is, for bothering you and his best friend to finally find happiness. Suna didn’t deserve to ask for forgiveness, to ask if you see a chance at both of you having a fresh start, finding a way together against all these paparazzi.
“My bad, you’re right. I’ll be at the store tomorrow after practice, Osamu. Can you put a portion of ramen back?”
Suna changes the subject with a bitter undertone when he glances at his friend, don’t dare to look at you and turns around to leave the apartment?
“Hey, wait, where are ya going?” Osamu tries to stop him but Suna’s steps become faster.
“You heard my coach. I have to see the doctor. So, bye.” He says goodbye with a waving gesture, does not look back anymore, when Osamu’s words make him stop.
“Just admit that you still love her. Rintarou, you love her and you can’t bear to see us both together. Admit it at last.”
He knows, he knows Osamu is right, but what’s the point of telling you he loves you? Osamu and you wanted to kiss earlier. You probably won’t like to hear his confession. Maybe you would laugh about his stupidness.
“Rin, is that true… Is it true what Osamu says?” Your voice is shaking. Suna hears that you have tears in your eyes, even though he doesn’t see you. He would recognize that trembling undertone in your voice again and again. Please stop crying, he thinks, trying to fight with himself to tell you the truth as he flinches when your hand grabs his wrist.
“Rintarou, is it true th-” Even before you can finish your sentence, Suna turns around, looking at you tired as he breathes deeply and opens his mouth.
“Even if it’s true, it wouldn’t matter. We have no future together.”
“That was not the question!” You scream suddenly, and don’t care that your tears run down your cheeks and drip on the floor. With your little freak-out, Suna’s eyes grow big before he pulls himself back together. How can he stay strong when he sees you like this? He can’t keep quiet anymore.
“I always have to think about you, how nice it would be to be next to you now, how calming it is to hear your heartbeat. I hate to see you so sad on the edge of the game, knowing I’m the reason. The breakup was just for your best. You should be happy without those cameras in your face. But the truth is, I hate it even more to see you happy with someone else. Is that what you want to hear?!” Unusually for Suna, he also gets louder and louder, and Osamu considers whether it would not be smarter to intervene.
“I -”
“Yes, yes, I still love you! I never stopped loving you! And I want you back in my life. I want to find a way with you so that you can deal with the cameras without having to be afraid. I want-” Suna falls silent as the loud sound of a slap rings through the hallway. You had actually slapped him, a blow that had a lot of strength, because his cheek is reddened, throbbing mightily when he grabs his skin and looks at you silently.
“Stop, stop it, okay… You tell me you love me, only to break up with me a day later. Ignore my calls, my messages, call me a crazy stalker just to tell me again that you did all this just to protect me? And at the same time tell me that you still love me and want me back? Do you know how I felt the whole time, how I feel now? How painful all of this is for me? Don’t do this to me, when you’re not sure about your feelings!”
You cry, and Suna does not dare to step forward to take you in his arms, even if he would want nothing more than that. He can only imagine how bad all this must have been for you. Now he knows that what he did to you was anything but a feat.
His hand trembles slightly as he stretches it forward to reach for you, to comfort you, but you dodge him. Another bitter slap in the face for him that he deserved.
“So you want to tell me that you love me and want to be with me?”
From your mouth the words sound so bitter and silly. Because it’s just stupid of him to talk about love again after all he’s done to you. But it’s enough with the excuses now.
“Yes, yes, I do. I don’t know if there’s any way you’re gonna get used to these cameras and paparazzi someday, but I want to try.” He answers, still with his hands up in your direction.
“To try? Rintarou, I don’t want to try anything. My feelings are not there to play with them. I don’t want to get hurt like that again. I also have feelings, feelings that you confuse over and over again! I- I can’t…” You sniff before you look at your bag and jacket hanging in the hallway at the wardrobe and reaching for them.
This is too much for you. How Suna confesses his love for you, about which you should be happy, but it just makes you angry. You’re so disappointed he didn’t talk to you before. That he had decided everything alone. But you’re also mad at Osamu, who’s trying to stop you from going outside crying. Who has been caring for you lately, who somehow has become more and more important to you. All this confuses you. It gets too much for you and you just want to leave. Just be alone.
Silently, you apologize to Osamu as you run past Suna and grab the door handle. But you can’t open the door when two arms wrap around you, squeezing you tight. Brown, soft hair lies on your neck and you feel the warmth of Suna on your body as he buries his head further into the crook of your neck.
“Please don’t go. Please, I love you. I can’t be without you. Please give me one last chance. Please…”
Never has his voice been so shaky, or was it his body that trembled so much? Probably both. You hear him sniffing, breathing hard. Is he crying right now? Suna Rintarou? You can’t remember a moment you saw him cry in all the years you two were together. He always had his emotions under control. But there’s nothing to see of that right now.
“Please, if I could, I’d take back everything I said, but I can’t. I can only try to straighten it out. If I could, I’d go back to the day you told me you’d always support me, whether I go for the career of a pro volleyball player or not, and I would have decided against it if I had known that my career takes away everything I care about. And that’s you. I would-”
“Rin… please stop… I never wanted you to give up your career because of me. You love your sport and you’re so good at it. I just wanted you to talk to me, that we go our way together no matter what…”
He still holds you tight in his arms as you put your hand on his arms to signal him to let you go. And that’s what he does. Your expression is still sad, but also worried when you seek eye contact with him, when he looks ashamed to the side, about the fact that he had shown his feelings openly earlier. But your hands pull his face in your direction, make him stare at you when you smile sadly.
“Does that mean you’re gonna give me one last chance?”
“I don’t know, but… I can’t answer that today. And also not tomorrow… But maybe you could take me home today.” He smiles, relieved at the words, because they mean that you do not give up on him. At least as a friend, hopefully as his girlfriend at some point in the future.
“Yes, yes, of course. I would be happy to take you home.”
“Okay.” You whisper quietly before you put on your jacket and turn to Osamu, when a silent “thank you” forms your lips as he shows you a thumb up, and remains satisfied in his suddenly so quiet now so lonely apartment.
tags: AFAB reader, established relationship, angst to fluff, happy ending, suna being a jerk, bisexual reader, reader has a past, atsumu is your bestie
wc: 2.7k
He wanted to be an asshole so badly and now he’s paying for it.
Suna and you were going back and forth. You just wanted to know why he was acting so distant and cold to you recently. The last straw was him shoving you off of him when you greeted him with a hug.
“I just don’t understand did I do something?” You asked in frustration.
“No! you didn’t you’re just yourself and that’s more than enough for me to avoid you.” He snapped
You paused, processing his words. Suna looked at you wide-eyed realizing his mistake.
“Okay.” You didn’t really know what to say. “If you need a break you could have told me.”
You started picking up your stuff around his room and shoving it into your bag. Suna was at a loss for words, his brain scrambling trying to keep up and failing.
He didn’t mean to hurt you.
You packed up your bag and walked out of his room at record speed before he had time to react. Running out the door you didn’t want to hear anything else hurtful. You were closing the front door by the time he was running out his door down the staircase too late to catch you.
Damn it he didn’t want a break.
He rested his head against the door
Suna always said the wrong thing.
Hurting the one person he truly cared about.
It had been 5 days since you walked out the front door and he was miserable.
You didn’t say anything to your friends but they were slowly picking up on the behavior. Suna and you were both in different classes so you two would always spend lunch and study hall together.
Instead of sitting with the twins and him, you sat with your friends in their classrooms for lunch. During study hall you weren’t in any classroom, completely gone during school.
You had completely disappeared from his life and you weren’t answering the phone.
You gave him an out when he didn’t want one, he wanted you.
He was tired of you so you removed yourself. Now there was a hole in his life when you had dropped off the face of the earth.
The fourteenth call today and you hadn’t picked up one. It seemed like you wanted this break to be permanent.
He was determined to find you today. Waiting outside the school entrance to walk you home. You couldn’t ignore him for that long.
He towered over most of the crowd waiting by a pillar until he saw your familiar head. He pushed his way into the crowd until he saw you holding hands with a girl both of you laughing. She was pretty; way prettier than him making him nervous. Pretty doe eyes, long soft hair, and pretty facial features make her look like a model.
You were bisexual and had dated many girls before him. He was the only guy you ever seriously dated. His stomach was twisting and he almost stopped in his tracks when she kissed you on your cheek, dangerously close to your lips.
No.
He’s not stopping again like last time.
Suna surged forward and both of you were outside the crowd him tapping your shoulder.
You turned your head, smile dropping recognizing his face.
“Hey, you can walk ahead without me.” You said to your friend who eyed him up and down before nodding.
“Hi, Suna.”
He cleared his throat all thoughts leaving his brain.
“Uh um, I just wanted…to um.”
Were you already dating her?
You seemed close like- couple-close
How have you moved on so fast?
How was he going to compete when you liked girls more?
Is this why you’re were the one to suggest a break?
Why weren’t you calling him Rinnie?
You stared back at his eyes before you realized what he wanted.
“Oh, I should’ve given you your ring and necklace back, sorry. It slipped my mind.”
Unclasping your necklace and pulling off his promise ring dropping them off in his hand.
“No that’s not what I-“
“Y/n!” You turned your head at your new friend calling for you.
“I gotta go but if you need anything…”
You quickly turned leaving him speechless once again.
He stared at the jewelry placed in his hand. You really returned his gifts to him like it was nothing. A borrowed pencil from a classmate. Not the necklace he gave you at six months telling you that you were the only person he cared about, or the ring he gave you saying he wanted to be with you for life not caring that both of you were in high school.
Looking up, you were turning down the street like your fingers intertwined into the girls smiling at her words. It was scaring him how easily you were moving on and how stuck he felt when it was his fault. He just wanted you back.
Suna went to the only other person that could help him. Unfortunately, it was Atsumu.
Pounding on his back door Suna was impatient. Every minute you spent with that new girl is another you’re forgetting about him.
Osamu swung the door open frowning at his teammate.
“What are you doing here?”
Suna barged in, “Is Atsumu here?”
“Oh yeah, he’s in his ro-”
Suna didn’t even let him finish bounding up the stairs and into his room scaring Atsumu.
“What the hell Os-. Oh, it’s you.”
“I need your help.”
“What?”
“Y/n is slipping away from me and I need help.” Suna clarified
Atsumu stared at him from his bed and cackled pushing back his straw-colored hair.
“You need help from the master do you?”
“Shut up you know I wouldn’t go to you if I had anyone else.” Suna groaned plopping down on his bed.
You and Atsumu had been best friends since diapers. You told him everything, from your sex stories, relationships, family drama, to what you were eating that day. Both of you had that bond where the other could say whatever they wanted no judgment.
Atsumu actually introduced you to Suna.
“Please,” Suna asked
Atsumu rolled his eyes, “What do you need.”
“Who is this new girl she’s with? Are they dating? Is she actually done with me or do I have a chance and if I do how do I fix this.”
Atsumu frowned at your words, “New girl?”
“Yes she was walking out of school with her today and they were kissing.”
“What did she look like?”
“Um…long hair big brown eyes.”
Atsumu scratched his neck, “Uh dude I don’t know how to say this but uh. Y/n has been like a lot a LOT of girls so you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
“She was like a couple inches taller and had a pink ribbon in her hair.”
“Oh! that’s not a new girl that’s Hana her ex.”
A mild stomach pain turned gut-wrenching at his words.
You never discussed exes with Suna knowing that it would be too much for him so he willfully lived in the dark happy to be present with you.
“Damn sorry man,” Atsumu said slapping Suna on his back.
Great now he’s competing with an ex.
“How long did they date?”
“Hana and y/n have been on and off since late elementary school dude, we were all in the same class.” Atsumu shrugged, “She stopped coming around when you two met.”
This just keeps getting worse and worse.
“Okay, what did Y/n tell you.”
Atsumu laughed, “That you fucked up big time. Saying that you basically wanted to avoid her because she was herself. Low blow dude. Then when she suggested a break you agreed by being silent so she left. She didn’t say it but y/n is super hurt.”
Suna tugged at his roots in stress.
“What else?”
“Well I know she didn’t want to tell you about her past but let’s just say the girl knows how to have fun and she’s worst than any dude I’ve met. So she went out that night with Hana and they’ve been hanging out ever since and when she’s not hanging with Hana she’s hanging out with everyone else.” He admitted.
Suna fished the necklace and ring out of his pocket showing Suna.
“She gave me back the necklace and ring I gave her. Do you think I still have a chance?”
Atsumu stared at his hand. Remembering the conversation you and he had when you first put it on.
“Rin got me a ring.” You sang wiggling your finger in his face as you talked to him on the way to practice.
“Simp!” Atsumu laughed grabbing your hand to get a better look at it.
“Yeah yeah, whatever but he’s sweet to me. He said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me.” You confessed a small smile tugging at your lips.
“Gross y/n. I don’t need to hear about how he’s your bitch.” Atsumu joked
You ignored his words “Yeah, there’s a part of me that wants to run when he says that because I know if he hurts me that’ll be it…but there’s another part that’s excited that he loves me.”
“You’re so annoying. Well if he hurts you you’ll probably swear off dick forever.”
You sighed, “Yeah hopefully it works out. If not, well… you know how much fun I am single.”
“Honestly I have no idea how she’s feeling about you right now. She won’t talk to me about it so you’re kinda fucked. But I do know she shuts off her emotions when she’s hurt, man. It’s not good.” Atsumu explained.
“I should still try though? right?” Suna asked
“If you love her then yeah.” Atsumu agreed. Suna was your first relationship where Atsumu saw that you were putting in effort and really cared about your partner’s feelings.
Suna sat up shoving the jewelry back in his pocket and left the room determined to win you back. He didn’t care about your past or anything like that he just wanted you.
Practicing what to say in his head as he walked to your house, he was preparing himself. He was not going to freeze up or be interrupted again, he was going to win you back. He was going to apologize, grovel at your feet until you took him back, shower you with love, and give you back your ring and necklace. You two were going to be together again and happy. He wouldn’t take you for granted ever again. You were the most important thing in his life and he would show that forever if that’s what it takes.
All your future plans were not going down the drain because he said hurtful things to you. He couldn’t do this without you anymore. Whatever it took to get you back.
Knocking on your door he shuffled his feet nervously practicing what to say to you.
Take me back
I love you
I can’t live without you
Please baby you’re all that I need
I’m so sorry
I didn’t mean it
I should’ve never let you walk out that door
The door swung open to find Hana looking at him.
“Oh. um, you’re not delivery. Uh, Y/n…”
Hana’s hair was tied up in a bun showing hickies, wearing your shirt and a pair of shorts. His heart was dropping into his stomach at the sight.
“Yeah, Hana?” You yelled back coming up behind her and stopping seeing him.
“Hi?” Gesturing for Hana to go back into the house.
Was there something else he wanted to get from you?
He was freezing again, more like buffering. You were wearing a crop top that didn’t even cover your lower boobs.
He gulped unable to stop staring. Jealousy and lust fogging up his brain
“Earth to Suna.” you sang waving your hand across his face.
“I-I just I want you back…please baby.” He said snapping his eyes to yours.
You shifted uncomfortably at his words, knowing Hana is listening.
“Um Suna-“
“Rin.”
You sighed, “Suna you said a lot of things that night and you agreed with taking a break. Nothing’s changed I’m still myself and that’s someone you want to avoid. I think you’re just used to being with me.”
“No, you’re wrong. I’m so sorry. I love you just the way you are. I didn’t mean it.” He pleaded.
You chewed your lips at his words, “I appreciate the apology Suna.”
God, were you really done with him?
He was trying to stop himself from tearing up. Straightening his words he said, “I am going to fight for us. I don’t care that you and Hana are back together. You are my true love and I’m yours and I won’t stop until you realize that. You never said you stopped loving me.”
You rolled your eyes at him, “Okay Suna see you at school.” You’ve heard the “I’m fighting for us” speech before by multiple people, Hana included. It never really worked, you always were a free spirit anyway.
You closed the door and walked back to Hana sitting on the couch.
“So wanna watch a movie?”
Suna was back in the city working on plan B. He meant it when he said he didn’t want to spend another day without you.
Suna was in a flower shop picking out your favorite flowers and going in for round two.
After buying a bouquet and sitting on the train he was standing in front of your house but he noticed your parents were home.
Shit.
They wouldn’t let him upstairs especially if you called down that you two were broken up. The only good scenario is that Hana had more than likely left. He walked around back and saw your window. Suna had done this a hundred times before, sneaking into your window, but not with a big bouquet of flowers.
Climbing the tree next to your room flowers in his mouth he finally got to your window sill able to open it.
Suna tumbled into your room with the grace of an elephant making you yelp in surprise.
“What are you doing!” You whisper yell helping him stand up trying to not alert your parents of the familiar intruder.
“I’m fighting for our love.” He wheezed flowers thrust into your arms as he hunched over on the floor trying to breathe.
“Oh my god are you okay Rin sit down.” You pulled his arm sitting him down on your bed.
He fell back on your bed as you put the flowers on your dresser.
“Do you like the flowers baby?”
You sighed, “Yes Suna I like the flowers thank you.” He remembered your favorite flowers, pretty pink tulips with light green stems wrapped in a bouquet.
Sitting down next to him on the bed.
“Suna you gotta stop,” you said as he stared up at you.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I love you too much. If I let you go over me and my stupid mouth I’ll never forgive myself because I know we still love each other.”
“You said that you wanted to avoid me because of the way I am. Then you had no objections to us taking a break and you let me walk out that door. Then we didn’t speak for 5 days. That doesn’t sound like love to me.” You reasoned with him.
“I’m sorry for what I said you know I get angry and say things I don’t mean.” He was pulling you towards him and you weren’t resisting. You slowly pushed his floppy hair back into his middle part and he began to relax in your hold.
Both of you were known to be hotheads.
His hands firmly gripped your waist as you sat in his lap.
“I don’t know what else you want me to do. I just climbed your second-story window to confess my love for you. Do you want me to get on my knees? I’ll do it.” He slowly started to get on the floor. You yanked him.
“Okay I believe you, you love me get up.” He was already tugging on your heartstrings with his cheesiness.
He smiled giving you a kiss on your cheek.
“Can we be together now?”
“I don’t know…” He really hurt you. It wasn’t just what he said, it was how he exploded when all you wanted was to talk and figure it out.
“Can you take me back now?” He repeated. One thing about Suna was that he was persistent.
Stared at him in silence studying his face.
“I don’t know if I can…”
You wanted to be honest with him.
“Hana and I…she wants….We’ve been talking again.”
His heart sank at your words. You were actually going back to your ex.
“Are you going back to her?”
“I care about her. But I love you…but you hurt me so badly” You admitted feeling conflicted.
“So come back to me. I’m sorry I should’ve never taken you for granted and I’ll make it up to you, I don’t know how but I’m willing to try.”
His dark eyes were pleading with you. You couldn’t resist his puppy dog eyes and he was really trying to fix his mistake. Rin literally just scaled the side of your house to get to you.
He was nuzzling your neck and gripping your tighter in his lap.
“Okay, Rinnie.”
He tackled you to the bed making you shriek at his weight. Suna rubbed his hands up your side giving you a million kisses.
[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.
